A/N This chapter is rife with angst, some torture, and non-con. There is a glimmer of happiness early on, but that's it...Literally. The rest is very much angst and despair...Enjoy?
During the Abduction...
John stared at Kairi's text, for how long he didn't know. Finally, his body responded with a sharp intake of breath and he went into overdrive, running through 221B to make sure Sherlock wasn't inside just hiding from him. He sprinted out of 221B, practically skidding down the stairs. As he came to a stop, one of Mycroft's agents came out of Mrs. Hudson's home, adjusting his perfect suit and John felt rage well up inside of him.
"Open this door now!" He growled and the agent almost seemed affronted until he looked into John's eyes and felt the waves of anger rolling off of him.
The agent stepped forward and pulled out his keys. He gripped the knob and his eyes went wide as it twisted freely in his hand. He dropped the keys immediately, putting his hand to his holster to pull out his gun. John felt a coldness grip his gut as it twisted inside and he followed the agent through the flat.
When it was all clear John turned to the shaking agent, pointing a deliberate finger at him, "Go outside. Get away from me.." He spat and the agent turned on his heel and walked briskly away. John searched around, looking for clues and cursing Sherlock for being gone. He didn't find anything in the front room, but he ran into Kairi's bedroom and saw the minor disarray. Kairi wasn't a slobby person by nature, so the small amount of clothes strewed about the room was an obvious indicator of her haste. When he walked to her closet he noticed the sour-sweet smell of bile and saw the small pile of it in the corner. His hands started shaking and he looked at his phone and began to dial Sherlock again.
Remember where my heart broke.
John's eyes widened at the memory of the words became unbearably clear. He turned sharply, running out of Kairi's home and grabbing the jacket of the guard to yank him along. "Come with me."
The guard jabbered, "I'm not supposed to lea-,"
"Listen to me you fucking idiot," John growled, turning on him and glaring, his voice and presence imposing despite the height difference between him and the guard, "Right now you are so very close to having your entire life ruined. You let someone get in, or you let Kairi get out, and right now, not only is my best friend missing, but the woman he loves has been taken by a fucking psychopath." He snarled, "Give me your gun, call the fucking cavalry, because this is your one and only chance to save your own ass."
"Y-yessir." The man stuttered and pulled out his weapon, holding it out. John grasped it tightly and adjusted to the weight of it in his hand.
"Get your car now and take me to Regent's park before I change my mind and put a bullet in your fat head for possibly getting two of my closest friends killed." John said in a soft and even tone, which only scared the guard more. He ran to retrieve his vehicle.
They pulled up to Regent's park and John shot from the passenger seat, running towards Triton fountain with every ounce of strength in his body. That was where he'd seen Kairi's heart break. That's where he had hoped that he helped piece it back together. Panic, fear, and desperation were seeping out of his pores, begging his muscles to run faster as he wound down the path, his eyes narrowing for any sign of Sherlock or Kairi.
When he arrived at Triton's fountain, he heaved out a breath, finding the area empty. He scanned it quickly, not noticing anyone around and he let out a growl. He paused, regained his focus and then began jogging around the fountain until he came to rest on a sight that tore him apart.
"No..." John mumbled as he sprinted towards the limp form of Appa, "Damn, Jesus, no!" He shook his head. He wanted to kneel, to press his palm against the animal's stomach to check for his breathing but it was pointless. The dog was still as stone and surrounded by a very large pool of blood that seemed spread about by some frantic action. His heart seized and his throat closed as he turned away with a snarl. He shook his head, tears stinging at his eyes as he looked away in despondency. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a handgun lying not far away and he went to inspect it. He picked it up and shouted out in anger as the realized the gun was his own. Sherlock had been here.
"SHERLOCK!" John bellowed into the night air, the desolate pain in the single word echoing throughout the chambers of his heart. "Kairi!" He said a little weaker, his chest beginning to tighten. He glanced around, shaking with rage and terror as he found the next splatter of blood and Sherlock's coat. John grabbed it and inspected the garment, ignoring the blood spatter because it wasn't enough to indicate that Sherlock had bled out. He was checking the body of his friend's coat, trying to discern where the bullet had entered. When he finally found the shoulder with the bullet hole, he breathed a sigh of relief as it was too high to be the heart, but hopefully, because of the amount of blood shed, it had not hit an artery.
He pulled out his phone, his heart racing as he dialed a familiar number and it picked up immediately, "Mycroft get your men down here, now. We need everyone." John said with a creaking voice.
"The situation?" Mycroft replied, his voice cold and quiet, John might even say uneven.
"He's got them." John let out a quiet sob that he tried to swallow back into his throat, "He's got Kairi and Sherlock. Moran has them." John hung up the phone, dropping it to the ground as he fell to his knees and put his face into his hands.
If they couldn't do something, find something, Kairi and Sherlock would be dead within the next day.
...
A few hours had passed, Lestrade being in and out, looking haggard from heading up the teams of Mycroft's men who were trying to find Sherlock and Kairi. Mycroft was serious and quiet, leaving the room to discuss things on the phone with God knows who.
"I can't believe it." Molly whimpered against John, bringing him out of his own personal hell. He put down his cup and held her tightly as she cried, "I left her. I left her alone and he got her." She sobbed louder now and John shushed her, holding her firmly.
"Don't you dare carry that weight Molly Hooper, don't you dare." John said with a tight voice as he kissed her temple, "You're responsibility was to be there for her. You weren't required to protect her. That wasn't your job." He murmured.
Molly sat up with anger flashing behind her eyes, "John she's my friend, my best friend! I was supposed to protect her! That's what friends do!" She sobbed and John grabbed her, pulling her back into his embrace as she roared against him in anguish.
"No, that's true, you're her friend. You're her best friend Molly, but you aren't supposed to stand between her and a psychopath. That isn't your fault he got to her." He grumbled, pressing kisses against her skin as she sobbed, "She was supposed to be protected. She was supposed to be kept out of harm's way by other people. That weight is not on you and you alone. I failed her too. I failed Sherlock." He managed to get out before his words broke. Molly looked up with tears streaming down her face and she pulled John's mouth to hers. They kissed frantically for a moment, mixing tears and tongues as they grasped each other in desperate search for light in this murky hour.
Mycroft cleared his throat from the doorway and Molly and John pulled apart, breathing heavily and leaning into one another, holding on for dear life, feeling like they only had one another. "I've come to inform you the agent positioned outside of Kairi's home has been appropriately dealt with."
John let out a growl and stood abruptly. "I don't give half a damn about your agent!" He almost screamed, surprising both Molly and Mycroft. "Put a bullet in his head, put him at a desk for the rest of his life, or throw him in a volcano. I. Don't. Care." He spat and his eyes finally met Mycroft's in a steely gaze, "Where are they?"
Mycroft cleared his throat, looking down at his own shoes, a very unique situation in which Mycroft appeared ashamed, "Moran has been more than effectively hiding himself. We are vetting security as well as CCTV to try and find footage of them leaving the park." He swallowed and looked up at John, his face blank for once, not filled with coy disgust or a pedantic misery as he stared at another lowly human. Mycroft was hurting in his own way.
John turned sharply, kicking at a small end table, causing its splinters to go flying, along with his whiskey which crashed to the floor. "Damnit." He growled, pushing a hand through his hair, "Sorry." He spat at Mycroft.
He finally let out a small, snide smile, "I wont trouble you with that table's cost."
John chuckled lightly, "Put it on my tab, right?"
Mycroft nodded, glancing at Molly who was sniffling again. "If you'll excuse me." He nodded to them both and disappeared.
Molly reached out to John who returned to her embrace, curling around her and holding her tightly, "I don't know what to do." She murmured, "I'm useless."
John shook his head, pressing his lips into a tight line, "I don't know either, but we will get through it. We will find them. It will all be okay." He whispered into her hairline.
Molly let out a raspy breath, "What if it's not? What if something happens?"
John chuckled against her skin, inhaling her signature scent that kept him sane so often these days, "Who the hell else are we going to get to be in our wedding?"
Molly sat back, staring at him shocked, "I'm sorry, what?"
John's eyes widened back, shocked that he said it out loud, "What?"
Molly let out a nervous laughter, crying slightly as she swatted his shoulder, "You better redo that at a time when our best friend's lives are not on the line and I'm not a sobbing mess."
John gave her a nervous chuckle, "Be honest, you'd be a sobbing mess anyway."
Molly slapped at his arm again and he pulled her in for another voracious kiss, reassuring each other of the tangibility of their presence. "God John..." Molly let out a whimper, "We need them. We need them as much as they need us."
John let out a shuddering breath, the memory of Sherlock's faked death very prominent in his mind, "I know."
After the abduction...
Kairi woke up slowly, her mouth dry and her head pounding. She was lying on a bed, surrounded by soft blankets and there was a nagging notion in the back of her mind that told her she should not be comfortable, that she should not feel at ease.
She gasped fully awake, jerking to a sitting position and staring around the so far empty room. She put a hand over her mouth, to quiet her own breathing as tears began forming in her eyes. Her other hand went to cover her mouth to aid the other and she felt and heard the clank of metal on metal as she forced the screams to stay inside of her throat. She wrapped her unchained arm around herself and finally looked down. She was clean now, Appa's blood was gone and she was in nothing but a plain white nightgown, trimmed in simple laced eyelets. Her stomach lurched when she remembered having one very similar to it as a child. The same one covered in her own blood and stuffed into an evidence bag. She shuddered and bit the lip under her hand as a cold realization dawned on her.
Moran killed Appa.
Moran had shot Sherlock.
Sherlock might be dead.
She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to remain quiet. The door to the plain room was open and before she shut her eyes she could see out into sparse living quarters. Her body began to shake and mewling cries were escaping her lips despite her desperate efforts to stay quiet. She heard footsteps and held her breath, hoping and praying that Moran was nowhere near her.
She was not so lucky.
He appeared in the doorway, leaning on the doorjamb casually, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "You're finally awake, I see." He smiled at her tenderly.
Kairi finally let out a scream as she scampered off of the bed and began to run. Sebastian didn't even move, smiling as he watched her fret. The chain around her wrist went to its limit and yanked harshly at its full length, clanging against the headboard that was bolted to the wall. Kairi let out a shriek as it jolted her wrist and elbow at a horrible angle. She took a few steps back, keeping the bed between her and Moran as he watched her with an amused smile on his lips. She was breathing heavily, shaking furiously as she glared at him.
"Oooh, kitten, don't look at me like that, you might get me excited." He chuckled and Kairi spat in his direction. His eyes went dark as he made his way towards her in a flash. Kairi yelped and tried to climb across the bed as he made his way around it. She knew she wouldn't get away, but she'd rather rip off her own arm than let him touch her.
She was surprised as she got across the bed without an issue, only to be further surprised as her chained arm yanked her backwards, pulling her flat on the bed. She landed on her back and she looked up to see Moran standing above her, smiling with the chain wrapped around his large hand.
She made a frantic movement to get away and Moran looped the chain around her neck, pulling her arm tightly across her body, the metal dug into her skin as he tugged her into his arms.
"Oh Kairi, don't fight me so much, you are just so beautiful when you're frightened, I may not be able to control myself." He whispered coyly against her skin, his lips brushing along her shoulder and jaw.
Kairi struggled again, tilting her head away from him as much as she could. He chuckled against her, his lips gracing the skin there as kind and as gentle as Sherlock would. She could not even begin to put into words how vastly different the two men made her feel.
With his opposite hand, the one not holding her enchained around herself, he brushed her hair out of the way and began kissing across her bare back.
Kairi took in a heavy breath and braced herself. She exhaled slowly and threw her head back as hard as she could, slamming her skull against Moran's face with a sickening crack. He let out a huff of air in a grunt, his grip loosening on the chain as she ducked under her own arm and wriggled from his grasp, leaping across the other side of the bed and holding herself as far away from him as physically possible.
He started laughing, almost hysterically as tiny dribbles of blood seeped from his nose. He looked at her playfully, wiping the blood away from his nose. "You got me good." He chuckled, smiling at her, "I appreciate a woman with fire in her." He tilted his head to the side and pulled his shirt down slightly, exposing his neck where Kairi had scratched him, leaving pretty deep gashes. She smiled at that, her head low and her stance defensive. He grinned back at her, "I'm glad you take pride in your work."
"Anything I can do to cause you pain, I will. I promise you that." Kairi growled out, yanking on the chain as if to test its resolve, "Anything." She spat. "I hope those scratches get infected and you die." She ground out.
He grinned at her, perching himself on the bed and wiping at his nose again. "You know you don't have to be this way."
She tried not to let her eyes pop out of her skull, "I don't have to be this way?" She snarled, "Me!?" She almost shrieked, "You sick, dumb-fucking, mindless freak!" She screamed at him.
His eyes went cold again, he closed them and took a deep breath, standing to his full height at probably 6'4". He squared his enormous shoulders, his jaw going taught as he exhaled and opened his eyes to stare at Kairi. A darkness passed through him, sick and twisted, rolling off of him in waves as Kairi began to tremble. "You know, I have an idea of how I can make you just a bit happier with me." He smiled almost sweetly, but Kairi could see the rage in his eyes. "I brought you a present." He chuckled and walked over to the closet on the opposite side of the room.
Kairi was still shaking, she tried to stand up straight and strong, but she felt trapped and caged. Her entire body felt coiled and ready to flee but she couldn't go anywhere. There was no way she could fight him, everything about him was bigger and stronger and the realization was just starting to wash over her how hopeless it all really was. She had to try and find the quickest possible way to get herself killed. She couldn't go through it, she couldn't let him touch her like that ever again.
She watched him stand by the closet, a snarky smile tilting his lip as he leaned against the doorjamb, "Ready to forgive me?"
Kairi didn't respond, she just watched him as he chuckled and opened the door. He yanked out a metal chair, grinding across the floor with someone strapped to it and he turned it near the base of the bed and Kairi couldn't stop herself from throwing herself across the room. She ran full speed and was halted by her chain. She tugged at it, feeling the metal biting into her skin as she cried.
"Sherlock!" She sobbed as she took him in. His eyes were barely open and he looked worked over. His face was covered in blood, a cut cheek, blood seeping out of his nose though his eyes hadn't been touched. He could still see perfectly as he looked up at her. His mouth was covered by duct tape wrapped fully around his head. He lunged in his chair when he saw her, moving only minutely against his expertly applied restraints. He was taped at the ankles and wrists, under his knees and chest. He couldn't move an inch. He started struggling, yanking at his joints, growling and groaning behind his gag, making his chair rattle against the floor. "I'm so sorry." Kairi said quietly, reaching her other hand out and stretching to her furthest limit, her hand brushing against his face. He was breathing heavily, but he closed his eyes, leaning his cheek into her touch, pressing his nose against her fingers to inhale her scent.
"Welp," Moran clapped, "That's enough of that." He added sarcastically as he moved around the chair, bumping Kairi out of the way. Sherlock's eyes shot open, taking in Moran and assessing every single point requiring deathly precision to put him down. His head was hunched, his eyes practically black as his body shook with utmost rage towards his captor. He looked to Kairi for a moment and she shook her head in a desperate plea.
Moran placed his foot on the chair, between Sherlock's legs, and kicked it back against the wall with a screech. Kairi jumped forward and Moran stopped her as Sherlock collided with the wall, sending his unsupported head back against the drywall with a crack. Kairi let out a whimper, but Moran held her in place with a painful hand around her bicep. Sherlock's head lolled to the side and to the front slowly. He lifted his head tenuously, his eyes fading in and out of focus for a moment before he could place his gaze on Kairi and Moran.
Moran winked at him and turned to Kairi, "So am I forgiven?"
Kairi stared at Sherlock still, their eyes meeting in desperation, pouring anything they could into their gaze. Kairi let out a sob as tears leaked down her cheeks, "I'm sorry." She whispered.
Moran tugged on her arm, forcing her to face him and in a fit of rage Kairi reacted with her first instinct which was to spit directly in his face. Sherlock almost smirked at that if it weren't for what happened next.
With horrifying speed, Moran shoved Kairi against the wall and she hit it hard, the back of her head colliding with it and sending a siren through her brain. Her knees felt weak, but in a moment she felt a hand grip her neck and hold her in place, closing off her air. She felt like slipping into unconsciousness, listening to Sherlock grunting and yanking against his restraints.
Kairi saw white again as a slap reverberated through her entire frame. She was brought back to a painful consciousness, looking up into the stormy eyes of Sebastian Moran. She briefly recalled spitting at him when she saw him wipe a slow hand down his stone cold features.
"I would think that you'd be grateful." He snarled, pressing his body against hers fully. His hand clasped at her jaw, positioning his fingers at the sides of her face to pop her mouth open, "I would think that you'd be happy I kept him alive." He chuckled and bent down, his eyes finally level with hers and they were empty, absolutely empty. She wanted to cry but she could barely breathe, grasping his large forearm in her hands, trying to pull herself up for a lungful of air. "I should think that you'd be anxious to please me, but no, you keep pushing your limits." His face twisted in pain and disgust for a moment before his eyes cleared and he smiled.
That smile put more fear into Kairi than all of his rage.
"You know I have to admit, I like your fire Kairi. I'm glad you didn't grow up weak and pathetic." He grinned at her, his opposite hand tracing up her thigh, over the skirt of her nightgown, "You know so many women just claim to be victims and let it ruin their lives, but you," He leaned in closer so their noses touched, his eyes closed as he breathed her in, "Oh, you will be so much fun to break again." He sighed and he pressed his mouth against hers, snaking his tongue between her lips and she tried to flail against him, biting down and she caught the edge of his tongue. He pulled back and used the hold on her neck to slam her back against the wall. He hissed and spit blood to the side as he glared at her, "Bite me again and I break his legs."
Kairi was shaking, blood from biting his tongue dripped from the corner of her mouth.
"Do you understand?" He growled, his other hand gripping her hip sharply and she winced. She looked over at Sherlock, he was shaking again, his eyes cold and dark, his muscles flexing and rolling beneath his clothes. "Nod if you understand Kairi: you hurt me, I hurt him." Sherlock yanked against his restraints, shaking his head 'no' at Kairi. She turned back to look into Moran's eyes.
She nodded slowly, "I understand." She said in a whisper.
He smiled wide and dipped his mouth to hers again and took it by force, pressing his tongue against every available inch, the taste of blood fresh in her mouth as he assaulted her. Kairi gripped his arm tightly, not responding in any way, just allowing him to do what he pleased. She shut her eyes, not able to bear seeing Sherlock's reaction though she could hear the scrapes of his chair on the ground.
Moran pulled away, slicking his hair back with one hand. He turned them sharply and threw Kairi on the bed, climbing on after her with a predatory look in his eye.
Kairi scrambled away, or at least attempted to, "No, please." She wheezed out through bruised vocal cords. She rolled onto her stomach and crawled to the edge of the bed before Moran's large hand reached out and grabbed her unchained arm, yanking it back behind her in a very familiar stance to subdue an opponent. He jerked it upwards, her wrist almost above her shoulder blades and she yelped. She straightened, on her knees, her back against his chest as he knelt behind her. He brushed the hair from her face tenderly, running a finger along her lips.
"Look at him." Moran whispered against her face, his cheek against hers. Kairi closed her eyes, refusing to look at Sherlock who was still struggling against his prison. "LOOK AT HIM." Moran bellowed in her ear, his voice gravelly as it raked over her senses and caused her body to coil in on itself as a sob escaped her lips.
Kairi opened her eyes and looked at Sherlock, he was breathing heavily and yanking roughly against his restraints, painful sounds escaping the duct tape gag through the hollows of his nose. He looked ragged, sweat was pouring down his face and his shirt stuck to his skin, he was pulling so hard, working against his restraints so diligently, that his shoulder was beginning to bleed again. Kairi let out a sob shaking her head, begging him to stop, praying he would stop hurting himself. He glared at Moran with murderous intent.
"He's upset." Moran spoke against her skin, "If looks could kill..." He chuckled. "Now to teach you both a lesson on who truly owns you..."
Kairi's eyes widened as she was pushed forward, her chained hand falling to catch herself on the bed, "No!" She shouted, but Moran yanked her arm again as he held her forward with one hand gripping her wrist and twisting her arm. She let out a hiss of breath and dropped her head, trying to keep her tears inside, trying to hide from him.
"Ah, ah, ah, silly girl." Moran chuckled behind her, scolding her. He reached out, leaning forward and she could feel his erection straining against his jeans and into her backside. He gathered her hair in his hand and yanked her head back, exposing her face to Sherlock who had gone still. "I'll need you both to pay attention." She heard the grin in his voice as he pulled her hair taught, wrapping it around her own wrist that he held firmly in his iron grasp.
Kairi couldn't move but her entire body was set on fire as she heard the painfully familiar sound of his pants being undone. Every nerve ending was burning bright with terror, she shook in Moran's grasp, her face forced to look into the eyes of the man she loved, forced to be the weapon that delivered his final blow.
Sherlock was still at this moment, his eyes were wide open and full of pain. He watched Moran, his grin deepening as he adjusted his stance behind Kairi, smiling down at her as he moved her nightgown out of his way. In his last moment, Moran looked up, smiled at Sherlock and gave him a wink before he thrust himself into Kairi and she let out an inhuman scream.
Her cry ripped through Sherlock, tearing a sobbing yell from his lips that his gag hampered. He screamed over and over again, staring at Kairi who was looking at him, full of sorrow and self-hatred as Moran moved behind her at an overbearing pace. Her face screwed up in pain, the violation, the utter turmoil of being torn apart written clearly across her features and Sherlock died inside. He continued to scream as tears flooded from his eyes, blurring his vision as he tried to blink them away. He continued to yank at his restraints, screaming in utter agony as he tried to meet Kairi's eyes, tried to let her know she wasn't alone and that he still loved her. He wanted to do nothing more than love her perfectly in this moment and it tore him apart. He sobbed heavily, exhaustion fighting for purchase in his limbs as he continued to struggle against his bindings and scream past his gag. In a vague part of his mind, he could hear Moran's moans, his distant chuckles as he beat into her.
Kairi's eyes finally went glassy, her body and brain shutting down, blocking out the pain as Moran finished up inside of her. Sherlock let out an inhuman howl that faded into a sob when Kairi's face went blank and she stopped fighting.
Moran pulled himself from her, sated and spent, deliciously pleased by their screams of torment. He tossed Kairi to the side and she flew off of the bed, hitting the ground with a thud. She was silent, no noise except the pitiful haggard breaths escaping her lips.
He put himself back into his pants, watching Sherlock's tears streaming down his cheeks as he wept unabashedly. Moran smiled a little, fixing his pants. He peeked over the edge of the bed and saw Kairi, lying in the same position she fell in, motionless except for a slight tremor with each breath she took.
With a sigh and a shrug, Moran swept his hair back away from his face and he chuckled, glancing at Sherlock, "Guess it really wont be so hard to break her." He left the room swiftly with a grin on his lips and slammed the door behind him.
Sherlock ignored him, screaming Kairi's name behind his gag, choking on his own mucous as he cried and cried.
Kairi didn't move. Kairi barely breathed. She couldn't hear, she couldn't see, she only curled up into a ball, wrapping her arms around her legs, feeling her gift from Moran seeping onto her thighs. She closed her eyes and shut out the world. She shut out everything and openly began to weep the tears of a lost soul.
A/N
I'm sorry... I really am. This is where the story took me and like I told you last chapter, I almost wanted to stop, but I couldn't. The character of Moran is probably the darkest character I've come into contact with. He is pure unadulterated evil in my mind. He has focused his psychopathy on Kairi and Sherlock and he intends to make them suffer using them against each other. If you have a casting you can think of for Moran I'd like to hear it, I want to see if the person in my mind is coming out in my character description...Its sad, I really love this actor. But damnit if he wasn't a perfect fit...
I promise you now, he will get his due. I ardently promise you that. Kairi or Sherlock will be the one to deliver it too. I don't want to spoil it, but I also want you to have some hope. Like I said, this story does not have a conventional happy ending, but the despair will end.
Please review... I really need to know how everyone is doing. I'm torn up inside from all of this...
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