CHAPTER 7
Sherlock approached the door and turned the handle. The door slid open revealing a dark room with light sputtering in from the broken out windows everywhere. He quietly walked in closing the door behind him. Sherlock heard a quick clank and screech of metal, as if someone was scratching across its surface. Sherlock covered his ears groaning in pain. As the sound was getting closer its pitch got quicker, Sherlock could tell it was a object of small size by the way the pitch was rapidly repeated. The sound suddenly stopped. Sherlock uncovered his ears and stood upright. He heard the wind at his back along with the faint but familiar sound of a exhale. Sherlock spun around, but too late. Sherlock saw a silver blade slice his arm. He backed up holding his arm following the blood dripping blade up to its holder. A man stood in a fighting stance glaring at Sherlock.
The man wore a simple black get up, black shirt, pants, boots and hand gloves. Sherlock's eyes concentrated on the nose ring that was attached to a chain leading up to the top of his right ear. With that simple observation Sherlock gave him a confused look tilting his head to the side.
"I missed, Just a few more inches and you would be bleeding out." The american said disappointed.
"You, by a few more inches. For gods sake man what were you aiming at."? Sherlock asked.
"your throat what else, I'm the most notorious assassin in the U.S, you British twat." the assassin spat out.
"What did you just call me"? Sherlock hissed.
The assassin gulped in uncertainty at Sherlock's harshness. Sherlock charged at the assassin kicking the blade out of his hand quickly gaining the upper hand by tugging on the chain connected to his nose and ear. Sherlock rolled his eyes as the assassin pleaded with Sherlock to let go of the chain. Sherlock shook his head clicking his tongue.
"not before you tell me who all has been hear recently." Sherlock said politely.
"over my dead body" the assassin spoke.
Sherlock tugged on the chain causing tension and pain in the assassins nose and ear. A millisecond later the assassin spilled out every person to come by within this weak. Sherlock then ignored the assassin complaining on the floor walking down the hallway. Sherlock reached a door and saw it would only open by fingerprints. Sherlock chuckled knowing this device had Mycroft written all over it. Sherlock scanned his hand and it accepted him, because his DNA was a complete match for Mycroft's. That made Sherlock shiver in disgust every time he was reminded of it. Sherlock stepped into the bright room standing there smiling from ear to ear.
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John Hears a click of a microphone turn on and winces because of the high pitched feedback. John shakes his head afterwords to try and get the ringing in his ears to stop.
"So Micheal, is it"? The computer voice asked John.
"yes that's me. When can i have something to eat. i haven't eaten all day."? John asked back.
"We'll see if you really are who you say you are, then you can eat." The computer voice said then clicked off.
John looked down at his feet sitting against the wall trying to ignore the obvious signs of hunger. John ran his fingers through his hair as his hunger pains gradually got worse as the clock ticked away. No matter what John did, whether it was, pacing the room, talking to himself or rocking back and forth the pains of hunger still consumed his mind. By now, he guessed it had been four hours in there without food. That was not counting the fact that John ate a light dinner the previous night due to his stress over the mission and leaving Sherlock. Johns head snapped up when he heard the hinge on the door creak and light shot through the room. Too soon it was taken away and John could feel a presence, that he was not alone. John calmed himself down as he heard loud footsteps approaching him. He looked up looking into a pair of venomous eyes that sent a chill right through him. John knew it was Moriarty, just by those cold psychotic eyes, he knew.
"Well, Micheal it seams you are who you say you are. You have survived hunger and haven't snapped." Moriarty said impressed.
"the reason I have not gone insane is I am who I say I am." John spoke clearly.
Moriarty starred John down observing him before grabbing Johns collar pulling him to his feet. John was clearly shaking and weaker from a severe lack of food and cursed himself for having to hold onto Moriarty of all people for support. Moriarty tugged John by the hair out of the room and into the bright hallway. John squinted at the light, Moriarty smirked in delight.
"whats so funny"? John asked
"funny how being held up in a room for a solid 4 and a half hours, with no light source can make the human eyes very sensitive to light again." Moriarty stated as they continued down the hall.
"oh, I didn't know." John said not fully paying attention.
"I do hope your hungry" Moriarty teased.
"starving" John said feeling tired not caring if Moriarty was lying at this point, he knew he needed food.
John could have sworn he heard Moriarty whisper "good boy" but he wasn't sure.
Moriarty hung a right and opened a door to a small room with a table and a plate covered in food. John didn't care if it turned out to be a plate full of pig eyes, his mouth was already watering at the thought of something in his stomach. Moriarty sat John down John saw it was a plate full of chopped up potato's smothered in some sort of gravy. John grabbed a fork and instantly started shoveling down mouth-fulls as a immediate reaction of hunger. John didn't even notice Moriarty starring at him from the other side of the table, or that he had gravy running down his chin. All he cared about was he was getting food into his system again. Moriarty gazed at John evilly as he watched John scarf down his food in record time. Once John was done he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and licked the left over gravy off of his hand. John then sat back satisfied by his meal already feeling energetic. Moriarty clasped his hands together in pure wonder still starring at John. John raised a eyebrow at Moriarty feeling more then creep-ed put by Moriarty's attentiveness. Moriarty stood up extending his hands towards John. John hesitated at first but eventually John shook Moriarty's hand. Moriarty lead john out of the room and down the hall again. By this time John rolled his eyes following right behind Moriarty feeling his habit of dragging things out was already boring. John was lead into a room with a few other men looking at John optimistically. John looked at them harshly giving them a sense that he was one of them and not a scared spy. But after all John had already been in the military, so he was already mentally ready for a situation like this. Eventually the men relaxed and John sat down at the table where the men sat. Moriarty swung forward draping his arms over Johns shoulders. John looked uncomfortable looking at the other men.
"It's ok mate, you'll get used to it" the man to Johns right said, giving a understanding look.
"So, what are we going to be doing"? John asked, trying to lightly shrug off Moriarty's arms.
"Well men first off i would like to make a fantastic announcement." Moriarty paused waiting for silence.
"i have been recently been informed that my rival's live in, has been successfully taken out." Moriarty pulled up a photo of Johns identification.
Moriarty scrolled down revealing Johns status as Deceased. John started to panic, sure he was incognito, but that was not his status. John didn't want people to think he was dead. John took a breath lightly tapping his knees. Moriarty caught that and leaned towards John, too closely. John gulped feeling Moriarty's stare hanging over him.
"Micheal, can we talk in private, please" Moriarty hissed.
Everyone else left the room, leaving John feeling suddenly vulnerable. John cleared his throat looking Moriarty anywhere but into his eyes. Moriarty's stare grew more intensely as he gradually got closer to John.
"So Micheal, why don't you just drop the act and tell me who you really are". Moriarty threatened.
"what are you talking about I'm Micheal just like I told you." John said feeling really uneasy.
Moriarty grabbed Johns collar glaring at him with harsh eyes. John starred back at Moriarty clenching his fists. Moriarty moved even closer to John, his mouth inches away from Johns ear. John hissed at Moriarty only causing him to smile devilishly at John.
"You seamed to get very close to your precious Sherlock before he died. Let me guess he never told you how he felt." Moriarty said.
"Shut the hell up" John gritted through his teeth.
"aw, did i hit a nerve, perfect. You know John I could use someone as good, and as built as you for my organization." Moriarty spoke, his hand moving up Johns thigh.
John took a swing at Moriarty but surprisingly it was blocked. Moriarty dared John to make another move. the tension was broke when the door swung open revealing a man wearing all white. The hood covered his eyes well as he walked towards them. As John was distracted Moriarty punched John in the face sending him to the floor. The man in white ran towards Moriarty. Moriarty stood up surprise riddling his face. Moriarty felt a sharp pain in his chest looking down seeing the strangers hand against his chest. A familiar voice spoke to Moriarty as he slumped to the floor, the man still in front of him.
"leave John alone, hes mine. And I've got you" Sherlock sang the last part as Moriarty looked up into Sherlock's light blue eyes.
Sherlock took his hand away from Moriarty's chest leaving the small dagger in Moriarty as he now lay dying. Sherlock hurried over to John, pulling him to his feet. John shook the dizziness off and marched over to Moriarty. John pulled Moriarty up by the collar. Moriarty smiled at John then over at Sherlock.
"I should get myself a live in one. After all you two have each other." Moriarty chuckled.
The smile on his face was wiped away when Johns fist collided with Moriarty's face. The back of Moriarty's head smacked the concrete hard. John continued to punch Moriarty in the face as his anger grew.
"you like laughing, who's laughing now!" John shouted as his face was sprayed with blood from Moriarty choking.
Sherlock grabbed John pulling him off of Moriarty's dead body. John took a few deep breaths and was able to turn and look at Sherlock. John fell against Sherlock's chest. Sherlock put his arms around John hearing John choking back tears.
"its alright John." Sherlock whispered.
"thanks" John choked out.
"But we really need to get out of here the police will be arriving shortly after hearing the fire alarms i set off."
Sherlock and John raced towards the back exit of the building hearing the sirens in the distance.
There is one more Chapter after this, Maybe even two more. Happy reading :)
