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ABRIELLE POV
I watched my face anger coursing my veins as Shan placed a black origami lotus on Sarah's lap, a giant smirk resting on the woman's ugly ass face. I was fucking boiling with anger. She had torn me apart piece by piece, ripping my skin apart and punching my brain into boredom, but not once was I ever this angry at her. I let her question me relentlessly about Sherlock, I let her tell me all about how she was going to find him eventually, whether I helped or not, but not once was I this angry. She had me boiling, and now there would be nothing stopping me from destroying her.
"I'm not Sherlock Holmes, I'm really, really not!" John screeched, my brain easily deducing all the things running through his head. He was upset, upset and angry, and in disbelief. The one glance he shot towards her simply confirmed that he was worried that she would also get injured. He wanted to save Sarah but he didn't want me getting hurt, so he was trying to talk Shan out of hurting Sarah so no one would have to get hurt. The one problem was, he was under pressure, and not going about convincing Shan in the right way. He was trying to tell her that he wasn't Sherlock, but protesting would never in a million years convince the stubborn gang leader.
And as if Shan had heard my inner thoughts, she had leaned close to John, a smile still resting on her cruel lips as she confidently stated one simple sentence.
"I don't believe you."
And with that sentence, came a blinding anger that only fueled my need to kill her. All I saw was red, and in that moment my brain began to calculate a plan. I need to save Sarah, the bag was lowering agonizingly slow, so I would have approximately four minutes and twenty-seven seconds to stop the arrow from impaling her. John was a safe distance away from the machine, but there were two guards behind him and another three behind Shan. It would be easy to kill the two behind him before the other three even grabbed their weapons, but considering Shan was also holding a gun, she'd need something to distract Shan so she could take out the other three … and then she could …
"You should, you know. Sherlock Holmes is nothing at all like him." A voice abruptly stated, echoing through the tunnel and pulling her out of her thoughts. Bingo. The distraction had arrived, and just in time too. She smiled like a manic, staring Shan down as she spun around and raised her gun, frantically moving it around and looking for the source of the voice. Obviously, she didn't expect him to show up … stupid woman.
"How would you describe me, John? Abrielle? Resourceful? Dynamic? Enigmatic?" He questioned, his silhouette slowly making a slight appearance, causing my grin to only widen. Always the drama queen, huh Sherly. Good luck playing the lead role, because that title will most definitely remain mine.
"Late?"
"Hey! Genius, finally decided to join the party!" I replied at the same time as John, rendering his sassy remark useless as it was definitely not heard above my deafening yell. Yes, I yelled it, but what can I say, I was excited to see him. Very excited. And just like that, I was ready. I twisted my arm lowering my hand slowly down my ratty pants and felt around for the single paper clip hidden in my back pocket. Listening intently to the conversation occurring between Shan and the detective as I concentrated on the handcuffs placed on my wrists. Humming a song quietly to myself as I got ready to beat some asses.
"That's a semi-automatic. If you fire it, the bullet will travel at over a thousand meters per second." Sherlock told the startled woman. Clever Sherly, all tall and handsome and clever. He was playing to his strengths, using logic. Finally, someone was being smart.
"Well?" She replied, still ever the idiot. Clearly, she didn't know about the machine. First rule of getting any gun, always know how it works.
"The radius curvature of these walls is nearly four meters. If you miss, the bullet will ricochet. Could hit anyone. Might even bounce off the tunnel and hit you, Shan. I mean I wouldn't mind, since it would make the job of killing you much easier, so you know. Do what you want." I spoke up, a huge grin on my face as I felt the handcuffs release my hands. I grabbed them stuffing them gently in my pocket and I began to sway my feet back and forth to release the old, dirty binds that held them together, not one person noticing what I was doing, except for him. He only glanced at me once, his eyes sparkling in the darkened tunnel as he sent me a gentle smirk. A smirk that gave me the ounce of energy I so desperately needed. And with one final sway, I stood, walking quietly over to the tall guards behind John, a glint in my eye as I gave a swift karate chop to both of their carotid arteries. They slumped to the ground, their bodies not even making an ounce of noise as they slid down the tunnel wall.
I took a deep breath and went to untie my brother, when not a moment later my throat began to be restricted, someone, most likely our little gymnast, was choking me. My eyes beginning to water and my throat on fire and dry as I choked. My voice making Shan and Sherlock turn towards our little problem. I closed my eyes, a single idea dropping into my brain. One second passed, I opened my eyes, two seconds, Sherlock kicked over a light and began to run towards me, three seconds and I had kicked the gymnast in the bollocks and released the choke he had on my throat, four seconds in and one calculated blow to the head and the gymnast was dead. One more second and I looked up to find Sherlock fighting with the other two guards, Shan looking towards the fight appalled.
She turned to me, her eyes shocked as she looked towards the three bodies surrounding me and the determination on my face, and just like a frightened animal she turned to run.
"Oh no, you aren't." I murmured, grabbing the knife deep in my bra and throwing it at her retreating figure, a cry of pain quickly hitting my ears as she crashed to the ground, a knife dug deep into her leg. With a satisfied nod, I turned to Sarah quickly pulling her out of harm's way before stalking up to the injured woman.
"I'm not losing my touch it's called waiting." I growled, grabbing the handcuffs out of my pocket and handcuffing her feet together as if to prevent her from leaving. And then being the dramatic person I am I pulled the knife from her leg and tossed it in the air before quickly stuffing the knife into my boot, ignoring the blood painting the shiny blade.
"How'd you escape?! And why now?" She questioned, her voice weak as if the pain had already gotten to her. Weak bitch.
"Oh, I could have escaped whenever I wanted. Escaping handcuffs is nothing. But instead I waited, I let you beat me and hurt me and break me, but silently I was waiting for the right moment. Honestly, I was going to wait a few months and see if I got any information out of you, but the distraction came a little too early than planned." I replied, a wicked grin on my features as I recalled the millions of times I could have easily walked out of this torture tunnel. All the times I could have killed Shan in her sleep. Yet I had endured it all, seeing what I could get out of her, waiting for Sherlock to show up like he inevitably would. I looked over to him, giving him the quickest of smiles as he knocked the final guard unconscious. Sherlock Holmes, my distraction.
"Please don't kill me. Please, I beg of you!" Shan replied, my eyes quickly flitting to her weak body. I grinned, laughing as I crossed my arms, watching her squirm under my glare. She knew what I could do, she knew I could kill her with a single move, and she knew that her life depended on me. She knew, and just like any old human, her she was, begging for her life. Her face contorted in pain, and tears sliding down her face, hoping that this wasn't her last moment on this earth. Here I was, finally with the power of life or death once again placed in my delicate hand. And it felt marvelous.
"You're just like your dear old dad I see." I replied, placing my foot on her injury as she screamed in pain, the sound of her voice vibrating in my ears giving me the slightest bit of joy at the thought that finally, after suffering torture for months, and after seeing all the pain and suffering my brother and his girlfriend had endured Shan knew exactly how we all felt. And that made me happy. So very happy that she was finally getting what was coming for her.
"Please, I don't want to die." She mumbled, my foot moving from her wound, not even bothered by the crimson now painting my favorite shoes. Giving her a sideways grin, knowing that that had been the exact words Shan's father had said before I had shot him dead. Like father, like daughter I suppose. Honestly, though, is that the best they could do? Please, I don't want to die? Like really? You couldn't be more creative?
"Oh, no one wants to die. But no one can really escape death can they. Well, unless you're immortal, but that's a different story. No, everybody dies at one point or another. It's inevitable, that's what people do, they die." I replied, shrugging my shoulders at the woman. I winced the slightest bit, knowing exactly where she had gotten those words from. It was harsh, so harsh. But he knew more than most, knew more than most after living through so much. I snapped myself out of my reverie, crouching down to Shan's level to look her dead in the eyes.
"Don't kill me please!" She screeched, closing her eyes, trying to inch away, but the pain too great for her weak ass body. I watched with amusement as she moved her arms trying to scoot herself away, but her teeth clenching ever time her leg moved a millimeter. And with that I started laughing, following her, trying to gain my breath back, as footsteps began to approach from behind.
"I was never going to kill you anyways, that wasn't my orders." I replied, smoothly, smirking at her. I knew, deep down that if this had gone on longer, I probably would have killed her, but Mycroft's orders are Mycroft's orders. He wanted Shan to torture, to gain the information I could not. So, yeah, I couldn't kill the damn bitch. But she'd be rotting in a padded cell getting hours of torture, so I couldn't complain.
"You lie." She whispered, looking at me in fear, she was scared of me. She thought I'd most definitely kill her after the months of torture, after everything she put me through in this tunnel. Because she was the leader of the gang I meant to destroy completely, because she was a loose end. But sadly, I wasn't lying, not in the slightest. She was safe … for now at least.
"I don't lie, I never was going to kill you. Harming you on the other hand … that's a different story." I replied, glancing at the crimson patch growing on her leg. Mycroft had said to give him Shan, but he never said she had to be completely unharmed. Just, alive.
"The Feng Hui has beaten you again, Shan. Maybe next time you'll remember what I told your dear old dad before I shot him dead. Don't mess with the wise phoenix or else you'll get fire." I replied, growling at her before kicking her mildly in the head and effectively knocking her out, the feeling of being watched telling me that John and Sarah and Sherlock were inevitably behind me, watching the little show I was putting on. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes because I knew. It was time for the act, the final curtain call. It was time to wrap up this case, and inevitably it meant that it was time for them to find out who I was, starting with my job.