Yes, I know the last chapter was cheap, short, and not very descriptive. But hey, I'm young. People have had bad chapters before! Plus, that was the only possible way that I could lead into the final conflict. If I have the time I'll rewrite it, I promise. Ok, this chapter will be very hard to understand. PAY CAREFUL ATTENTION TO WHOSE POV IT IS! It changes a lot, because this is the fight scene. Have fun!

Chapter Eight: The Abduction

Holmes's POV

Lieutenant Williams smiled at my dismayed look.

"My dear, I used to be a very good actress. I didn't give a damn about my husband. I married for money. First it was love... but when he died, it was money," she laughed. I glared at her.

"Where is your accomplice and Greg!" Kline screamed from behind me. Watson was sobbing next to me, and Christine had disappeared.

"Greg is fine. I haven't had time to kill him yet. As for my accomplice..." she moved her gloved hands toward the shadows.

"Good evening, Mr. Holmes. I'm so glad you liked my pitiful act," chuckled Sarah Winston. I glared at her.

"And to think... I thought you a good woman," I spat. Sarah laughed and placed her gloved hands on my shoulders.

"You didn't follow the clues my dear. Lace from my handkerchief. My hands were in gloves. And I am doing good, as is Lynn. We are ridding the world of drunks," she replied with vehemence. Lynn laughed.

"Ah, yes. We couldn't be arrested for our crimes. Well, we could, but since you'll never live to tell about us... you see, we have minions. People from the streets who think we're doing good. Our army..." she gestured again towards a shadow. Twelve to fourteen men emerged.

"My army obeys my very whim. Sarah's as well. They will... annihilate you," she hissed. She and Sarah moved to a windowsill that was rather large.

"And we will watch, and laugh. And Greg will watch too," Lieutenant Williams called. Greg was brought from his shadows, and placed down on the windowsill. Sarah smiled a very crooked smile.

"Attack."

Watson's POV:

When she said that word, it suddenly felt as though the entire world was collapsing. I heard the rush of people flying past me, and so the battle began.

I am not much of a fighter. Usually I end up in peril. But I was angry. Very, very angry. That woman had taken my Dad.

The first man hit me. I hadn't even noticed him come near me. Surprised, I raised my hands in self defense. The man leered at me.

"Oooh, scary," he laughed. I hit his arm. I hit it again. The man stared at my futile attempts to hurt him, and then slapped me. I flew backwards. The man smiled down at me again.

"Ready to die?" he asked mockingly. I felt my anger rise, and I glared up at him.

"Not yet!" I cried. I raised my leg into the air and kicked him.... where men do not like being kicked. The man screamed, but didn't leave me alone. He got more brutal.

He pulled out a long knife from his sleeve as he fell and aimed it towards me. I rolled out of the way, but missed him and the knife barely. I leapt to my feet and kicked him in the head. The man reached around and grabbed my ankle, yanking me to the ground. He raised his knife high above my head.

Kline's POV:

Fighting is my strong point, but do I love it? Of course not. The man who chose to attack me was highly skilled. His punches were fast, and could be deadly... were I not blocking them.

He swung his hand at me, and I grabbed it. I heard a snap in my hand, and the man screamed.

"B****!" he yelled. I smiled at him and then kicked his feet out from under him.

"Naughty language," I tsked. He snarled at me and swung his legs into a scissor move. My ankles gave out from under me, and I collapsed to the ground. My head struck the concrete, and for a moment I saw stars. The man kicked me in the side a couple of sides, trying to see if I were unconscious. On the fourth kick, I grabbed his leg and pulled, hard. He fell on top of me.

"Oof! Well, that didn't work!" I muttered to myself as his bulk landed on me. I grabbed onto the man's hair and pulled.

"Aaaahhhhhh!"

"Yeah! That's what you get for dealing with Kline!" I crowed. He jumped up, and so did I. Then the fight got a bit more serious.

He knew karate. He used some of the moves on me before I grasped a hold of it. However, I was trained in Tai Kwan Do. And I was flexible.

I aimed a few expert kicks towards his head and caught him every time. He swung at me, and I ducked low. I raised my leg for another kick, but this time he managed to grab a hold of me. He pulled my leg and swung me into the air, just over his shoulder. I saw the cold, hard asphalt rushing up to my face, and then black.

Watson's POV:

I kicked my leg into the air, and the broad side of the knife hit my shoe and bounced harmlessly away. The man stared at me as I rose from the ground.

"Don't-mess-with-me," I growled. I rushed at him, and slammed my head into his stomach. His body collapsed to the ground. Nobody else came near me, so I decided to join a fight.

Holmes was fine, and Christine was no where in sight... but where was Kline? And with horror, I saw her.

She was on the ground, obviously unconscious. A large, ugly man had a knife in his hand, and had it over her. I screamed in horror and ran at the man.

He hadn't stabbed her yet, I noted when I got towards him. I yelled at him.

"Hey, Ugly!" I screamed. He turned, and that is when it happened.

I punched him hard in the face.

I was shocked at the force of my hand, and saw Kline waking up. The man was stunned for a second or two, but it didn't last. He snatched my hand into his.

"You jerk. You hit me. I'll make sure you never use your hand again!" he bellowed. His fist tightened, and my fingers crunched.

Screaming, I pulled my hand away from him and looked at the swollen fingers. They were bent out of shape, and in one the bone poked out. Broken.

In rage, I looked back at him. He was laughing at my pain. Then I saw Kline jump on his back. The man tilted at the imbalance of her weight. Then the really unexpected happened.

Kline sunk her teeth into his big, bald head. I laughed at her disgusted look, and his look of pain. He threw her off of him, and then rushed towards me.

I stepped out effortlessly of the way, and he slammed head first into a pole, his body crumbling to the ground like liquid.

Christine's POV:

I disliked fights. I was a decent fighter, but stealth was my gift.

I crept silently towards Greg, while Sarah and Lynn watched the fight down below. My shoes didn't make a sound. Almost there, I thought, almost there.

I stretched out my fingers to shake Greg awake, when I felt a truck hit me. My body was slammed through the air and hit hard onto the ground, which was some fifteen feet below the window sill. I groaned with agony and looked at what had hit me.

It was a man, just like the rest of the fighters, and he sat on me. I couldn't move, my small body was pinned beneath his bulk. I wiggled about and stared at his face.

I recognized him almost instantly. He was Victor Prekoni, one of the homeless people I had spied on. I felt a moment of disgust because of what I had known him to do, and then decided fighting would help.

I stopped moving and let my body go limp, hoping he would take the bait. He did. He got off of me and stared at my face to make sure I wasn't faking it. I took advantage of him, and then punched him with all my force, which wasn't much.

Victor jumped back in surprise at what I had done, and then hit me in the stomach. And in the face. And everywhere. Over, and over again.

I wouldn't take it. I flipped myself up in a classic gymnastics move, and then went flying. This time by my own force. I had taken ballet as a very young girl, and some of it remained in my blood. I went in my toes, and began spinning. After a second or two of staring at me, Victor decided to stand still. Which wasn't a good idea. I jumped into the air, and kicked him in the mouth. Blood poured from his mouth, but Victor once again seemed stupefied, and I admitted he was probably just stupid. I leaned back, and then punched him again. He reacted to this, and grabbed my waist. I quailed under his hands, and he lifted me into the air. I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could, but it didn't work. He held me there in the air, turned me upside down, and dropped me on my head.

It was a miracle my neck didn't snap right then. I twisted my body at the last minute, and managed to land on my side. I jumped to my feet... but Victor was gone.

Kline's POV:

I thanked Jenny quickly and then was quickly involved in another fight. This man was taller than me, but twice as easy to fight. He was dispatched quickly. But when I looked around, I couldn't find anyone else to fight. There were at least four down, but that left either ten or eight. I looked up at Lieutenant Williams and Sarah Winston. They had led us on so well. We hadn't even thought they could be it. But the clues were right in front of us... Stupid! Sarah was laughing at someone, and Lynn was busy with Greg. She seemed to be removing his shirt, probably for torture. Time was running out.

I didn't have long to contemplate the fact that our time was going quickly, because another man jumped atop of me. I slipped in a puddle of oily stuff as he slammed into me, and my head connected with the pavement. The man slapped me hard across the cheek, making my teeth rattle. He stood above me, grinning stupidly, and I raised a leg to kick him. He grabbed it in his hand and twisted.

With an ear-shattering crunch my ankle broke. I screamed as loud as I possibly could and kicked him in the leg with my other leg. The man came slamming down on top of me, and I punched him with my hand. He howled and hit me in the jaw again. Then he hit me in the ribs, and I felt a rib crack. Screaming in agony, I scrambled helplessly for something to hit him with. My hands found something in the shadows of the warehouse, and I grabbed it and hit him over the head with it, not even paying attention to what it was. The man's head fell into my lap, and I stared at my hand. I held a steel bar. I threw it into the shadows, and hobbled over to help someone else.

Watson's POV:

I was hiding. Cowardly, I knew it, but I had hurt myself. Once again, cowardly, but I had to save my father. I knew that I wouldn't reach him. I had watched as Christine had slunk over to him. She was almost invisible. But that one man had been waiting for her, and knocked her off. If Christine couldn't do it, how could I?

The fight was raging everywhere, and I decided that I had to get back in and fight.

Kline's POV:

Christine was in danger. She had risen from the ground after being dropped by that man, and didn't see that he was sneaking up behind her. She had her head in her hands, and was rubbing her ribs. She didn't see... the man had a knife.

I limped forward as fast as I could possibly go. The man raised the knife... I was there!

I slammed into Christine and shoved her out of the way. The man missed me with the blade, and Christine went sprawling into a corner. The man... Victor? Yes, that was him, glared down at me.

"I was going to make her pretty," he snarled at me. I smiled at him.

"I think she is fine," I yelped happily. Victor discarded his knife, and grabbed my wrist. It snapped into splinters. I howled.

"Now you're pretty. Perfect," the man laughed in horribly mangled English. He strolled away. But he didn't get far.

From the shadows a long leg suddenly appeared. Victor didn't see it, tripped over it, and was knocked unconscious as his head hit the ground. Christine smiled at me as she pulled her leg back in, and then she disappeared into the shadows again.

Christine's POV:

Thank heaven Kline had seen that man... otherwise I would be dead.

I had slipped into my shadows again, and was looking for Sherlock. Nobody had been paying much attention to him, but I was worried. Then again, I was always worried.

I crept as silently as I could, dodging the flying minions as they were thrown by either Kline or... Sherlock!

He was fighting about five people at once, and it was obvious he couldn't keep them off much longer. I crouched in the shadows, ready to spring. I didn't wait long.

One of the men who was fighting Sherlock had turned away for a minute. I saw him pull out a long, silver blade from his sock. He turned back to Sherlock, whose back was facing him. The man smiled and raised the knife in the air.

"No!" I screamed. I ran forward about three feet, and threw myself in front of the blade.

Holmes's POV:

It was dreadfully annoying to try to keep five men off your back at once. None of them were very good fighters, but they were fast, and when there are five of them...

I heard someone scream behind me, but I didn't dare turn around to face them. I was getting tired, and I would soon have to watch Greg be killed.

Christine's POV:

The appalling man missed Holmes, and didn't hit my heart, or anything else that was very important to me. Instead, his knife hit my upper arm, where the bicep is. I screamed.

It was so painful, I nearly passed out. But I knew that if I did, I would surely die. I let my anger get the best of me, and grabbed his knife with my bare hand, twisted it away from him, kicked him in the stomach, and then slammed the knife into his shoulder, where I knew he wouldn't die from it. The man collapsed into oblivion, and I glared down at his body. I raised my fingers carefully to my arm, and winced at the touch. Blood dripped from my fingers, and I shuddered. Blood made me queasy. I turned back to Sherlock, to make sure he was all right, but was greeted with a great surprise. He was gone. The men he had been fighting were all on the ground, and he was no where in sight. There were five men left standing, as the reinforcements had been brought in, and Watson and Kline were getting them. Then a voice rang out from the windowsill.

"ENOUGH!"

Holmes's POV:

I screamed the word as loud as I could, surprising everyone. I was sick of fighting, sick of seeing my friends get hurt, and if Greg died, Watson would as well. I turned to Lieutenant Williams and Sarah.

"Take me instead of Greg."

Watson's POV:

Holmes said it, but I couldn't believe it. He was going to get himself killed! He was going to die for my father. I collapsed to the ground in astonishment and confusion.

"Why....?" I whispered. I saw Holmes's eyes look briefly towards me in sadness, but then they directed themselves back onto Lieutenant Williams.

Holmes's POV:

Williams and Sarah stared at me, dumbstruck.

"What did you say?" Sarah whispered. I took a deep breath.

"Take me instead of Greg. I'll die in Greg's place, just let them go," I repeated. I have never been so scared in all my life, I realized belatedly. Lieutenant Williams smiled at me.

"You'll be willing to die a painful death, just so he doesn't die?" she asked. I tapped my foot impatiently.

"But of course, what part do you not understand?" I asked angrily. Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"And you won't fuss?"

"No."

"You'll come quietly?"

"Yes."

"You won't try to escape?"

"No."

The women looked at each other and smiled.

"All right, if you insist."

Christine's POV:

I was shocked. I was speechless. I couldn't believe it. I took a step forward and was dimly aware I was standing on top of someone. Jenny had collapsed into a faint, and Kline had sat down, her mouth hanging open. I stared up at the three players in this untidy drama, and just barely heard the women accept his proposal. I lapsed into nothingness after that, after someone struck me across the head.

Kline's POV:

"No..." I whispered. I tried to stand, to beat those women into senselessness, but my legs wouldn't move. I saw a thug hit Christine with the piece of iron I had discarded earlier, Jenny faint, and I realized quickly that I was the only one left conscious. It didn't last for long. A man stepped forward, sneered at me, and then darkness.

Holmes's POV:

I lowered my head sadly, and was prepared to be knocked unconscious. I looked sadly at Watson one more time, and then darkness found me, as it had for them.

Ok, next chapter is called 'The Sacrifice'. So, who is going to get sacrificed? And what did you think of this chapter? Please review!