chapter 2: The devil wear Westwood
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The next day, I opened my eyes, still not recovered from the injury on my head and wondered where was I. After a look around the room, I suddenly remembered the event of the previous day. My breath and heartbeat accelerated, I jumped on my feet running straight to the door, but once I was there, about to open it, I just stopped, thinking maybe that was not really a wise idea to try to get out. Or perhaps it was even impossible.
The man who kept me here was probably smarter than that.
As I was standing there thinking about what the next step to do should be, someone opened the door. I jumped out and let a light scream escape from my mouth.
There was a man standing there, he was tall, really tall, in a black suit and black shades. He also had blonde hair.
«Come on, follow me now» He said. I didn't want to take the risk of making him upstet as he could easely got me K.O in a second. So I did as I was told.
We walked a long corridor. It was beautiful house -probably a huge one- full of works of art, statues and paintings. Apart from being a crazy criminal, that man seemed to have some taste.
We finnaly arrived into a large dining room with the longest table I had ever seen. It was also full of food, the place was warm and well decorated, the man from yesterday was there, sit at the table, drinking coffee. Even in this awful situation I realised I was craving for it.
«Want some?» He asked nonchalantely. What the hell ? I just couldn't skip the morning coffee, I would drive crazy if I did.
«Here, take a sit there» I did as he said and someone appeared from nowere to pour me a cup. I started drinking it, savouring it, like it was the last cup of my life, which was, let's face it, highly possible.
«So now are you ready to anwer my questions?» he asked
«Yes». Did i really have the choice?
«Do you or do you not work for John Watson?»
«I do»
«What do you do for him?»
«I'm his secretary»
«Do you know that John watson is Sherlock Holmes's little pet?»
«I'm sorry, his what?»
«HIS PET!»
«Err, I mean I didn't know that … I just know that ...Dr Watson helps out Sher...».
Before I could finish my sentense he burst into laughther. After a while he sighed.
«Yeah, anyway.»
He stood up of his chair and went into my direction, slowly walking , the closer he was, the more scared I was.
«Do they talk around you?»
«Hum, what do you mean?»
«Do you have any information about what Sherlock does? The cases they are working on?»
Oh I did, I knew some vague stuff about their cases. Sometimes we talked
about them with Mary and the doc, we would have some tea and laugh about Doc's blog. That man, no matter who he was, was probably up to no good, I guessed he probably wanted to do some bad stuff and Sherlock must have been on his way, there were no way i would say a thing to that man. I didn't know anything specific anyway. I realised that I had been silent for too long now and I was right cause his fist suddenly hit the table in a strong noise echoing around the room.
«No not really. They are pretty secret about that. » I finally anwsered»
«Are you sure?» I could feel that we was loosing his patience .
«Yes I am»
He went down on me to get close to my face, looking straight into my eyes. I could see all his rage on it when he understood that I would not say a thing to him. I stared at his face again, drowning myself into his darkness, but all of sudden I found myself out of air, his hand was around my neck hurting me like hell. Tears were escaping from my eyes, I was suffocating.
«NOW YOU GONNA ANSWER ME! OR YOU ARE DEAD! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU ARE NOTHING!»
He finally let go but not without throwing me on the floor, hitting my whole face onto it. At this point I wondered how I could have still been alive alive.
«Now can you just tell me what you FUCKING know?»
«I know nothing»
«LIAR!»
I managed to get up and lost my patience, I was gonna die anyway so I looked at him in the eyes and screamed at the top of my lungs. My whole body was shaking with rage.
«I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!»
He looked at me, with a weird expression on his face, like he was pretending to be surprised.
«Ouuuuh are you bold now? Little puppy is ENRAGED? He burst again into laughter. He approached closer to me than ever, I could feel his breathing on my skin. My heart was beating faster than it ever had.
«It's fine, you know, I know who you are. I know all of your little secrets, really dirty secrets, that even your friends aren't aware of.
«What secrets?» I asked. What could he possibly know about me than even my friends didn't? The more I thought about it the more I realised that man was probably more than just a criminal. He seemed to know more about myself than i thought.
«Your lover, I know who he is» he said in a singsong voice. Damn... beside being some kind of criminal mastermind he was clearly crazy too.
«I don't have any lover, I'm single»
He brought his lips next to my ears and, in a very calm voice, whispered something I thought nobody would ever say.
«Little John Watson, I know you are in looove with him...you little slut.»
«John doesn't know anything about that and he never will.» I said very calmy trying to keep a cool mind even if I understood that he probably knew everything about my life. He took a step back and said :
«Yes I know that, but that doesn't change the fact that you have feelings (he said that word with pure disgsut)for him and if you don't give the information you have ...little John will no longer be.» he said really slowly, like we was really enjoying it and wanted to take time to enjoy every word, showing off of all his power.
He knew what my weak point was and he was definitely gonna use it.
I knew my feelings for John were wrong and useless, but I just couldn't erase them, all I could do was to pretend that they didn't exist, and hope that one day they would fade away, until they eventually disappear. He could do nothing to me, but I would do anything for John not to get hurt. Cliché, I knew, but I couldn't help it.
But what was his plan exactly ? Why did he need information about Sherlock and his cases ? Why couldn't he just put some fucking bug in his flat?
As I was lost in my thoughts he got closer to me again
«Since you don't want to talk, i'm gonna give you a chance to reddeem yourself. See, I'm evil that's for sure … but I can be reasonable sometimes»
«I have another idea for you, and I'm afraid that if you don't cooperate, well, you know what could happen...»
«I'm listening»
«I'm gonna let you go. But not without a bug obviously... you will be my little puppet» he said while carressing my cheek. He really seemed to enjoy the situation.
Of course, I should have guessed it. That is not a nice thing to do, but that's better than letting John die.
That also could be a chance to try to give a warning to Sherlock and protect everyone. For sure I would probably not be able to say anything about my situation once oustide, that would probably be too risky, but yet I had time to think about it, for now I decided to agree.
«Fine I will do anything to get your information, as long as you don't hurt John»
«Oh you see, I knew we would finally get along you and I!» he shouted apparently thrilled.
He took my hand in his, and he softly kissed it to close our deal. I felt my skin burn at his contact, and felt myself blushing in embarassement.
«If you don't fail, everything's gonna be just fine and I will not have to tell my snipers to kill everyone» I had goosbumps at these words.
«Oh silly me I did not even introduced myself, how rude I am » he handed me his hand.
«Jim Moriarty, to serve you»