Hi there, it has been ages since the last time i tried to create a fanfiction, today i decided to try, mostly because of the boredom but there another reason, i have a best friend who has been writting some great stuff here on ,we have been friends for many years now (like since were teenager and trust me that was a long time ago) and she recently took up the pen (the keyboard) again after a break. she is an amazing writter, and she inspire me in so many ways!
I encourage you to go check what the great Mary. J Anna do!
I don't own the character of sherlock or the universe of sir Arthur Conan Doyle (or Steven Moffat) and i don't make money with it. you should also know that english in not my first language, i'm actually french but i love to work on my english.
Enjoy the ride !
I'm not a morning person, for as far as I could remember it has always been my least favourite moment of the day. As a child, it was hard no matter how early I went to bed I would feel the the same tiredness every time i would get out of the warmth of the bed.
But anyway, I still have to get to work, need the money to pay the bills!
I got out and went straight to the coffee machine to make myself a warm cuppa to get the energy I needed.
As I was taking the first sip and feeling the warm liquid going down my throat I felt better already, more awake and almost ready to start the day.
After my coffee I went straight to the shower and then get dressed thinking already of what was the program of the day.
I work as a medical secreterary for Dr who was married to the lovely Mary Watson. Together they had a beautiful baby called Rosamund and formed a happy family. I loved my job and the person I worked with. I know that Dr Watson sometimes resolves crimes with the famous detective consultant Sherlock Holmes. He even has a blog about his aventures with Sherlock.
Feeling like walking, I decided to skip the subway today, the weather was nice enough, we could feel the air getting warmer and warmer everyday , summer was almost there and I couldn't be happier. I even put my favourite white summer dress. I got out my headphones and put some nice music.
As I arrived in front of the door searching for the keys of the office in my purse, I just could hear the music in my ears.
Suddenly before I even realised anything, I was on the ground feeling a huge pain on the side of my head, I didn't have the time to try to touch it to assess the damage because someone was taking me on their shoulder and then everything went black.
When I woke up the first thing I felt was the huge pain in my head. As I was opening my eyes, I realised room I was in was all dark. My hands seemed to be tied with handcuffs but I couldn't really figure them out because of the obsurity. I couldn't see anything. My fear was rising. My heartbeat was accelerating. Sweat was running down my back. Then I heard noises – footsteps, a voice, the creaking of a door until someone eventually turned on the light.
A men was standing there. He had dark hair, dark eyes and a dark suit.
« Hi there. How is everything doing»? He asked calmy.
What the hell was happening here? Did this dude just ask me how i was doing? He was likely to be my kidnapper and yet he was talking to me like I was his bloody neighbour!
« Don't worry about your head right now... I'm sure it's gonna be okay. Now let's talk, I have some questions for you, miss Liz.»
How the hell did he know my fucking name ? Oh I'm stupid... of course he knew your bloody name... he just kidnapped you !
He started to walk in my direction, I could picture him more precisely now, from his black eyes to his outfit - he was so well dressed that he might just be some businessman with a family, caring even, but in his eyes I could sense something else. Something dark. Pure madness. He was gazing at me, immobile, with his hands in his pockets.
«Do you work with Dr John watson?» He asked.
I could't answear, I was speachless, I couldn't even look at him, I had never been so scared in my life. All I was able to do was telling myself these creepy words - « I'm gonna fucking die»
He started to laugh. An evil and mad laugh that was echoing all over the room. After a short while, he suddenly stopped and his expression changed.
«ANSWER ME YOU BITCH!» he shouted as he was grabbing my throat to the point I was unable to breathe anymore. I tried to answer but the words couldn't get out of my mouth.
I managed to answer a «Y...e...s yes» and then he grabbed me even harder and finally pushed me onto the floor like a mere puppet. I fell hard and hit my head again which was already painful from the stroke he gave me earlier.
«We can't possibly talk today» he said in a very calm voice again, almost friendly. It was like he never had a moment of madness, he was now a completely different man.
«Come on, let's go somewhere elese» and he helped me to get up, i could hardly walk so he carried me in his arms like Superman.
«We are gonna take care of those handcuffs, you're gonna be just fine. After all, if you die, you would be useless to me» he said in a sweet voice, like we was talking to a child. I couldn't believe what i was hearing, the change of his attitude was unbelievable. That person was insane.
We arrived in a really nice room, it was all blue. There was a nice fireplace, and a huge king sized bed. In different circumstances it could have been the most beautiful room I had ever seen.
There was also a door which led to a bathroom and he took me there. He made me sit on a chair and went to the furniture to search for a box full of meds. He started to clean up all of my wounds with alcohol. It stinked but i decided not to say anything, afraid to make him angry again. When it was all done he put me on the bed.
«Now you can rest a bit. But let me warn you...» his eyes went even darker than ever as he was saying these last words... «don't even try to get away or i-will-end-you».
Before I could take a breath he was gone. /