Lady A: Welcome back to Deduction and Deception! Before we go much further, I am going to respond to a review left by a guest named French Invasion, Be advised that it is in French so everyone else, I apologize if you don't read French. It's only polite to respond in the same language as the review.
J'avais besoin d'un catalyseur pour quand nous arrivons à l'automne à la fin de deux séries. Je sais que Moriarty est couramment utilisé comme un rebondissement mais la substance initiale entre Sherlock et Artimes besoin de quelque chose pour les lier ensemble. Les choses vont prendre une tournure différente quand Sherlock revient du démantèlement du réseau de Moriarty et c'est là que les choses commencent vraiment à devenir intéressant parce que nous ne sommes plus l'accent sur son passé mais son avenir. Pardonnez tout mistanslations, j'utilisais le traducteur de Google. Je ne parle pas français, mais honnêtement, je pensais que ce serait plus facile si je répondais dans la même langue que vous avez posté. Merci pour votre commentaire.
Lady A: Now back to the chapter and I hope that answers your questions, French Invasion.
Melody: I'm surprised you're back at all.
Lady A: *raises an eyebrow before shrugging nonchalantly* What can I say; I had some issues getting the next chapter started.
Melody: Issues? That's putting it mildly.
Lady A: *smirks and crosses her arms* I don't stay down forever and I don't give up on my friends.
Melody: *gives her a thoughtful look* You are a strange one.
Lady A: *chuckles* You're only just now getting that?
Artimes: *giggles*
Melody: *rolls her eyes* Get on with the chapter.
Lady A: *bows dramatically* As you command.
Artimes: *falls over laughing*
Chapter Ten: Eyes of a Madman
Artimes was finally released from her vehicular prison and found herself in a dark, dank, and all around foreboding warehouse. She walked in front of the car and towards the tall man, who she assumed to be Mycroft, which was leaning heavily on his umbrella, an arrogant smirk on his face. He really thought he was better than everyone else. The auburn woman decided to knock the wind out his sails a bit, cocky bastard.
"Is this the only for you to meet a woman…kidnapping them then being all theatrical and mysterious in the hopes of coming across as impressive?" She asked her tone extremely sarcastic as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
The official's face lost its previous smirk and was replaced with a rather pointed look in her direction. She didn't even blink as she smirked at him, a challenge in her eyes.
"When one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes and Melody Morrison, one tends to be discreet. Thus the reason for this place." He answered gesturing to the warehouse with his umbrella, his eyes taking on an almost evil gleam.
The official's eyes made her uncomfortable. They were not the same color as his eyes, but they did cause a flash of those eyes that shifted from dark green to brown to flit across her mind's eye. She shoved the feelings that the image created aside and maintained her cool.
"What do you want?" She asked uncrossing her arms.
"I want to know what you did to incur the wrath of Sherlock Holmes. I must say that it is rather difficult to get him to lower his guard for such an emotional display and yet you seemed to have done it almost effortlessly." The elder Holmes answered.
"If you want to know the answer then I suggest you consult your little brother, Mycroft." She retorted as she ignored the knot growing in her stomach.
She had a very bad feeling about this meeting. Her instincts were telling her to run, to get out of there. She had yet to fully process everything that had happened in the last thirty six hours and her tolerance level for drama was at an all time low. At this point, she was fighting to remain in control of herself and the emotions that threatened to rip her apart. She really needed some time to think, to settle her mind and heart. She had to think rationally like Melody had taught her to do.
"I see that Miss Morrison has told you about me. That will make things more difficult considering you have, no doubt, already alerted her to your current situation. You've made quite the impression on the world's two only consulting detectives and yet I would wager that only Melody knows of your past. I wonder what Sherlock would say if I were to tell him of your romantic involvement with a certain individual who has caused him a great deal of unpleasantness recently." The official replied.
Her jaw tightened as she willed herself not to submit to the darkness threatening to overtake her. Her pulse accelerated and her hands clenched into fists. Her mind flashed back to happier times, her heart constricting painfully as she remembered that they were nothing but lies.
He had betrayed her, murdered her friends and family, left her with nothing, and then tortured her for almost a year. Deep in her heart, she wanted to save him, but she knew it was impossible. Her heart ached, the pain of those times ripping her apart as if they were still new and fresh.
Short dark hair, eyes that changed from dark green to brown depending on his mood, a brilliant mind that had fascinated her to no end…the man who was once her heart…the man who shattered her world and twisted her entire being to the point of snapping…the man who left her to burn, her body bloody and broken…the man, who to this day, still haunted her and never left her alone…James Moriarty.
Lady A: I am well aware that Moriarty is used frequently as the villain but trust me on this, there is point. It deals with the Fall and afterwards, it will no longer focus on her past but switch to focus on her future. Stick with it and you'll understand. Coming Soon: Melodious Fury! Catch you on the flip side, cats!