The Final (Part II)
"Damn it" John cursed looking around.
"Show yourself you bloody idiot!" he screamed against the blank walls. Sherlock was not surprised by John´s temper. He always tempted to get angry but right now he could feel that there was more. More behind the anger and more behind the tension.
A door which was hidden in the white wall opened and the man with the scar entered the room slowly clapping his hands.
"Bravo my old friend. I knew you would escape my unfortunately idiotic minions but that was a hell of a show that you gave there." the man stepped closer and John moved to attack him but stopped immediately when he saw the red dots on Sherlock´s head.
"Bloody hell, not this again" Sherlock said noticing the laser pointers too.
"I had something really nice for you, John. Darwer was only the beginning. You should have seen Lopez and Dalton! But this stupid son of a bitch from the government covered everything up and you never received my little text messages so I had to make a even greater move" the man stated. John felt sick. Lopez and Dalton were not the best men he ever knew but they surely didn´t deserve to be killed by this freak. Sherlock saw John´s body tension and therefore hated the man in front of him even more. John was obviously disturbed by the man´s words.
"Nice or little reunion, ins´t it? I specially decorated this room for what is coming next."
"Lovely" Sherlock replied sarcastically.
"Let´s play a game." the man said with a grin.
"Here are the rules: Firstly you Mr. Holmes are not allowed to move or you will get shot by the five snipers above us." he waved his hands in the direction of the ceiling.
"Secondly you my old friend are doing whatever I want you to do " he looked at John in excitement.
"And last but not least you are both not allowed to speak at all time except when you are told so or...well, I think I mentioned the snipers" he finished his explanation with a grin.
"Any questions, alright then let´s start with an easy one." he said without waiting for them to answer.
"John, take off your jacked and your t-shirt." John was surprised by the request and looked startled in Sherlock´s direction.
"Don´t be shy, I am sure that there is nothing to be ashamed of" the man said again and John slowly started unbuttoning. He took off his jacket and then removed his shirt as well revealing his naked torso. His scar had a high contrast to the rest of his skin and was eye-catching. The kidnapper looked at it fascinated and came closer to John.
"I assume you had some helpful items in that jacked as you always did and thought that this was the easiest way to get rid of them. Fortunately it also has the effect that I can have a great look on this beauty here. I was wondering what mark I had left on you. You have not left me without a mark either" he said touching the skin roughly with his fingers. John felt the pain rushing through his shoulder and every part of his body wanted to flinch but he only had to look at Sherlock to know that that was not going to happen. He grimaced in pain but stood still while the man stroke his scar. Sherlock stood still but was furious on the inside. He had played with the idea that this man had shot John considering his size and their hateful relationship to each other but seeing him now touching it and hurting John who was unable to do anything because Sherlock himself was threatened made him sick. He wanted to run to the man and punish him for what he had done and what he is doing right now but that was no possibility. The man broke loose from John´s scar and tapped on a remote control that he had in his pocket. The door opened again and five men came in. They were at least two heads taller than John and surrounded him with a distance of approximately two meters.
"To show your friend here what you are capable of...and by that showing him that you are not who you pretend to be, like I had to find out by myself unfortunately...you will be attacked by my followers here and are allowed to defend yourself." John looked arround in confusion then looked at Sherlock. He had no time to exchange looks with him though because one of the musclebound giants stepped inside the circle and lifted his fists. Sherlock was completely taken aback by the certainty in the kidnappers eyes. He looked at both man in the circle and was entirely sure that the small man with the calm and kind nature would be winning a fight against one of these apes. The giant man swung on of his fists forward aiming directly at Johns face. Sherlock held his breath but was surprised to see John easily evade the punch. The giant tried again and John duck fast enough to evade that punch as well. Sherlock watched frozen while John ducked away and leaped aside without getting hit even once.
"Boring! Show us something. You are not even trying!" the kidnapped said yawning and another man stepped in the circle. Now John had enough, ducked under once again and kicked the first one hard against the shin bone. When the man dropped to his knees he hit his clavicle, shattering the bone into two. Sherlock watched the man crying on the floor. The next man didn´t even look at the one on the floor and attacked John who reacted in a fragment of a second and hit the man off his feet by slamming his on legs against his. The man hit his head on the ground and was lying unconsciously next to John. Now the three remaining men from the circle closed the distance between them and John. John sat up and jumped to his feet watching his surroundings closely. The men attacked all at the same time furiously growling and willing to kill the harmless looking man in their center. John leaped to the man in front of him ducked away and lead the fist that was proposed to smash his head onto the nose of the man behind him. The crack of bone was audible and the man held his nose. Blood was dripping through his fingers. But John had not time to watch the man sink to the ground because there still were two other men. The one whose fist he used to hit the first quickly had him in headlock and held him tight from behind. The other man was running to them. John jumped in the air and hit the running one with every force he could afford in the chest, pressing all air out of the man´s lungs who joined the three men on the ground right away. The last one was still holding John from behind trapping his head between his chest and his right arms, squeezing John´s throat. John used his left hand to push the arm a few inches away from his throat to get some air. He turned his body slightly to the man and lifted his right arm over the man´s shoulder to the right shoulder. He leaned forward, pushed the man down with his right hand an at the same time freed his head with his left hand. The man ended up smashing on the ground. John jumped on top of him and held him in headlock without giving him any chance to free himself. John squeezed, until the man went limb.
All of this happened only in the span of approximately 3 minutes. Sherlock, despite the fact that he was not allowed to speak, was speechless. He had just watched his friend overpower not only one but five men with his bare hands and with not much effort.
John stood up and looked around at the men. Then he looked at Sherlock who was still looking at his friend with wide eyes that showed nothing but confusion. Sherlock realised that John was looking at him sad and he knew what he was thinking. John Watson, his room mate, his best friend, thought that he was afraid of him. That he was disgusted and disappointed by him. But he wasn´t. Sherlock straightened his back, closed his mouth (he had not realised that it was open) and smiled at his friend.
John saw how Sherlock posture changed and it took a load off his mind when he saw the smile on Sherlock´s face. He had always been afraid by the possible reaction of the Consulting Detective and therefore was relieved to see him taking it so well. He almost looked proud. Fortunately their kidnapper had not seen their little eye contact.
"Well, well. That´s what I call a show!" He turned to look at Sherlock who showed no emotion at all in an attempt to hide the supporting look he exchanged with John.
"But that my friend..." the man turned to John again "...was the easy task." Slowly the man who had been unconscious and the one with the broken nose scrambled to their feet.
"I had hoped that at least some of them would survive your little struggle without bigger injuries. This makes the following even more exciting because soon they will get the order to attack you again and I am sure that they are pissed off by now. I only change on rule...this time you are not allowed to defend yourself in any way." Both of his men grinned on that and cracked their knuckles. John frowned in realisation what was going to happen and looked at Sherlock who had the same look on his face.
"It is going to be awesome!" Sherlock´s mind was flooded by possible ways this could end and frustration built up in him when realised that there was no way out. He looked at John and saw something really odd. He is indeed frightened of what is coming but there is something more. His posture implies that he is hiding something. Of course it is not that obvious to anyone else but I know John. Normally he would stand straight in front of his enemy when threatened, showing no fear at all. But right now he is standing a fraction too much to his right side keeping his hand at his side most of the time. There, his right index finger twitched that leads to the conclusion that he hides something in the pocket of his trousers. It must be something that could safe them considering the effort John puts on hiding it. Presumptively something he took after we got into this room because if not he would have used it before. But what? What could it be? Where did he get it? Sherlock played the actions following to their entrance in this room in his head and stopped the moment the man came closely to John and touched his scar. John had flinched at the touch but had not moved in an attempt to save Sherlock from any harm. Their kidnapper had been so distracted by the sight of the scar that he had not felt the slight movement at his jacket pocket. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. It was the PHONE. My bloody phone that the man used to decoy John. And now John has it and might have had the chance to contact Lestrade while the bloody idiot in front of him did not notice anything. Unfortunately he had stopped so abruptly that John had no time to put the phone back to his jacket and hid it in his own. All of this happened rushed through Sherlock´s mind in the split of a second. He would have done anything to know where they were to be able to deduce how long it would take Lestrade to come with backup. John had noticed Sherlock´s look. The ´I-am-deducing-the-hell-out-of-it-look´ that he makes shortly before he is having a breakthrough in a case. John was positive that Sherlock found out about the phone in his pocket and that he had contacted Greg. Now the only thing he could do was to distract the men until help arrived.
"Well, I would say...have fun" their kidnapper said and John´s body tensed. The man who had been unconscious stepped in front of him and hit him hard in the face. John had to fight against his instincts to evade the punch by ducking to the side. Instead he remained in his position and was send down to the ground. The skin above his left eye broke open and blood dripped on the floor.
"Stand up" his beholder ordered and John stood up without effort. The other one of the apes kicked his knee deep into John´s stomach which sent John to the ground once again. He curled himself into a ball, held his arms above his stomach and tried to suck air into his lungs. Sherlock´s mind screamed in horror. He wanted to run to John, he wanted to kick the ape´s ass and by God he wanted to kill the bastard who was standing right in front of him obviously enjoying himself. But he could not do anything at all. John is strong, he will get through this. Where the hell is Lestrade? Why is he taking so long?
"Stand up" came the command once again and John stood up. Slowly and clearly with much more effort than by the first time he scrambled to his knees and lifted his body into a standing position, growling on his own movements. John´s breathing was uneven now and Sherlock was convinced that the kick had broken a rib.
"Let´s add a few toys, shall we?" One ape left through the door and appeared only seconds after that with the table from before. He placed it in front of his boss. The man in question thought for a moment and then pointed at a piece of pipe which was picked up by the ape. Sherlock twitched slightly when he watched the pipe being dashed against John´s shin and closed his eyes when he heard the pained scream of his best friend echoing through the room. When he opened his eyes again he saw John lying on the ground shivering in pain. Lestrade I am going to kill you if you don´t show up any second.
"Stand...up!" This time the man giggled childishly and bend down to John when he didn´t react immediately.
"Stand up or I will kill Sherlock Holmes." And even though Sherlock hadn´t thought it was possible John started to move again. He turned to kneel and tried to stand up but growled in pain when he put pressure on his left leg, falling on the ground again. On the next attempt he knelt again but used only his right leg to stand, his left one hanging useless next to it.
"Good boy!" Sherlock saw how unsteady John was and feared that his friend could collapse any second. The pipe was put on the table and Sherlock expected to see another torture device to be picked up. Instead the psychopath opened a drawer of the table.
"It is quite entertaining to watch but I fear you won´t be able to get up the next time...and I would hate it if I had to kill you without seeing the look on your face when I finally pull the trigger knowing that you could have defeated me." He pulled a gun out of the drawer and went over to John.
"Now the final question...Are you willing to get yourself killed for Sherlock Holmes?" He raised the gun and pointed it at John´s head. John closed his eyes and wavered unsteady on his feet. He would not dare to risk Sherlock´s life by saving his own. There was still a chance that Greg would appear before they could harm Sherlock in any way.
Sherlock´s blood froze in his veins and he wanted to interrupt no matter if he was going to be shot by the snipers but then he noticed it. The red dots that were hovering over his body the whole time. There were 4 of them...now there were 3...2...1...0. John and their kidnappers noticed it too.
"What the hell..."
Sherlock reacted immediately by kicking one of the apes against the knee and sending him to the ground by a hit with his elbow. While doing so he got a glimpse of John who spun around and hit the gun out of his enemy´s hands which sent both men to the ground. Suddenly dozens of policemen stormed the room lead by DI Lestrade. He pointed his gun at the kidnapper who had turned around to the table and had picked up the pipe.
"Hands in the air where I can see them" ordered the detective.
"This was not supposed to happen, John. But this time I am not letting you go" he said lifting the pipe and running to John.
"NO DON`T" Sherlock screamed in panic. In his head he saw pictures of John lying on the ground bleeding from an open skull. But it didn´t happen as he thought it would. In the split of a second John Watson rolled over, fished the gun that was lying only half a meter away from him and shot the man directly between the eyes.. ..
