Chapter 13:
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I am sorry for the long wait, thank you for staying with this story!
I got a terrible case of writers blog for this story and this chapter was especially hard to write.
When Murdock woke up his head hurt. Slowly his memories came back to him. He had been in this dark street, had found the body and then... nothing.
From under half-closed eyelids he surveyed his surroundings. He was in a dark room. Across of him was a little window in the otherwise plain room, through which came a little light. In one corner was a web cam. They were watching him.
Carefully he checked his arms and legs, they weren't bound.
For a while Murdock lay still, thinking. It had clearly been a trap from the beginning, whether for him or not - he didn't know. How would someone have known that he was about to walk that way, when he himself hadn't?
But on the other hand, as far as he understood the enemy was some kind of criminal mastermind, so he should be prepared for any eventualities.
He thought about, what he had heard about Moriarty, for he was the only logical perpetrator.
John had spoken of him as some kind of mad, evil Sherlock, while even Sherlock had admitted that his enemy was a criminal genius. He was said to be a psychopath, playing games with his opponents, especially Sherlock.
Most likely Murdock was only a toy in Moriarty's stricken game and he didn't like that one bit.
He wasn't going to lay low and wait what was going to happen next.
Moriarty was a mad man, so what? Murdock was the king of chaos, the lord of lunacy!
They were watching him? He would give them something to see!
With Sherlock, John and his team searching for him, it was only a matter of times before they found him. He may as well have a bit of fun till then.
That decided, he carefully refused to think about what would happen to him, if he wasn't found and opened his eyes. May the games begin!
He stayed still for a few seconds, just to see if someone was going to enter. Nothing happened.
As it seemed he had to provide an one man show.
Murdock decided to start on a light note by pacing the cell, mumbling.
The other side of the door remained silent.
Murdock started singing the main themes of some of his favourite TV shows. He began with Mr. Ed and continued to hum to tune of Woody Woodpecker.
He got no reaction.
After a moments consideration Murdock sat down in a corner of his cell, still singing. He took out his socks. It was time to get Socki back out. That one would always drive BA nuts- it was time to see if it worked with criminal masterminds too. The pilot grinned at the memory of one of BA's more impressive reactions to his "jibber jabber".
However, nothing seemed to work, the door remained closed, the outside of the cell stayed completely silent.
Murdock was beginning to get nervous, what if there was nobody out there at all? Had they forgotten him here?
Trying to suppress his anxiety Murdock began to sing again, varying between merry songs of the Beach Boys and the Beatles.
Slowly he was beginning to feel claustrophobic, the walls seemed to close in on him. Murdock felt completely and utterly alone. Darkness lay on him like a heavy blanket. Lefty was back, trying to take over control over his body and mind.
Just as Murdock was about to have a full blown panic attack he felt a gentle nudge on his right hand. A warm tongue licked his sweaty wet cheek.
"Billy", the pilot mumbled, cradling the invisible dog in his arms.
For a few minutes he just sat there, hugging Billy. Lefty was gone again, a thing only Billy and Face could manage. But soon Billy got bored. Barking he tried to get the pilot to play with him.
It didn't take long for the Captain to recover to his cheery self. Murdock got up and played catch with Billy. After that he tried to get Billy to fetch his socks, but somehow the dog didn't want to.
When an hour later the doors finally opened Murdock quickly send Billy in a corner, so the enemy wouldn't hurt him. The good thing about invisible dogs were that the bad guys wouldn't find them and therefore couldn't use them against you.
A lanky, black haired man in a suit entered through the door. Murdock met him standing upright, his best manic grin securely in place.
Moriarty looked the other man from top to bottom. He had watched him for the last hours, trying to figure him out, but the success he hoped for never happened.
At the end of it Moriarty was quite sure, that this man wasn't as crazy as he wanted everyone to belief. Still he bore deep scars inside and the criminal genius was determined to figure them out and use the against him.
He would just have to dig deeper. A manic grin grew on Moriarty's face. He loved it.
Still grinning the consultant criminal ordered two of his goons to take the pilot into the "interogation room".
Of course the Captain tried to escape, they all did. But he never stood a chance.
Dangling between the tall and broad men, disorderly clothes, he looked like a ragged doll.
They dragged the helpless pilot through seemingly endless corridors, until they reached their destination. They entered a small, white room. It was completely empty, despite a heavy chair in one corner. They shackled Murdock to that chair and left to stand in one of the corners, while Moriarty towered in front of him.
What followed were hours, maybe even days or weeks of interrogation, Murdock couldn't tell.
Moriarty wasn't asking many questions however. No, he was searching for different ways to get the pilot to crack. The criminal was actively going for his prisoners emotional scars, trying to make him feel alone and unwanted. At the same time Murdock concealed his inner self the best he could. On the outside he still was the happy go lucky pilot he was known to be. A few of his more cheeky replies got him hurtful bruises from the goons.
To an non-involved bystander the whole ordeal may have looked like some kind of sick and brutal couple dance, with both of the participants trying to take the lead. Both, Moriarty and Murdock were trying hard to give their opposite a false impression and keep their thoughts to themselves. They were verbally pushing and pulling, back and forth, testing each other. In the end none of them got to know how crazy the other really was.
At the end of the interrogation Moriarty was in very good spirit, he loved the challenge Murdock provided and he would enjoy to break the pilot. He had time.
After the interrogation, back in his cell, bruised and battered, Murdock curled up in a corner. He embraced Billy, hid his head in the thick fur. He really hoped his team was on the way.
At the moment he was able to defy Moriarty, even collect some data about him, but he didn't know how long he could keep it up. It wouldn't be long till dehydration and hunger would slow his brain.
Right know Moriarty and him were in a way equals. Highly intelligent, but supposedly mad.
None of them could yet judge the amount of craziness the other possessed, but Murdock feared that if he stayed here to long he might spill something. He feared he might endanger his team.
Right now, there was still hope. Murdock knew the team, John and even Sherlock were on their way. With that thought he finally fell asleep.
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