ABRIELLE'S POV

All I could see was black as my eyes came into focus, my skull pounding against my head as I slowly woke up from consciousness. I tried to move, my body aching all over but I couldn't move an inch as my arms seemed to be handcuffed to the chair I sat in, the metal scraping against my skin. Shan was scared. She didn't tie me or duct tape me or use some other weird kidnapping method, she was actually so scared that I'd free myself she used handcuffs. To be honest she had every right to be scared I was a spy, I had training in escaping any type of bondage, unfortunately for her that also meant I'd know how to easily get out of these measly handcuffs. I mean, please. Handcuffs are child's play. At least give me something harder. The only thing was … I wasn't going to even try to escape. This was Shan we were talking about, a gang leader that had had millions of people killed in China alone. I was going to capture the bitch. Besides, she was one of my failed missions and I HATED loose ends. I was going to wait for the perfect moment to strike and then I'd go in for the kill. I knew that this would be a while, In fact I'd known for a while. It'd be a few months to a year before I'd see John and Sherlock and Mycroft again, and to be honest that scared me the most. I wasn't scared of the inevitable torture that I'd surely endure, or the fact that there was a very good chance I'd die in here. No, all of that was perfectly fine with me. In fact, I welcomed it. I was scared that my brother, my best friend, and the love of my life would get hurt in the process.

"We meet again Feng Hui." I heard Shan's voice speak from the darkness, her tiny silhouette walking ever so closer to me with every step.

"Hello Shan." I replied back, glaring at the woman.

"You do know why we call you that don't you. It's quite fitting isn't it, the wise phoenix." She stated, caressing my cheek as if she owned me. She did not own me. No one owned me, I was my own person with my own rules. I was notorious for that, and it was one of the reasons that Shan hated me. I had killed her people, the previous leaders of the gang all in one night. Instead of giving them mercy, or a proper trial I had killed them, all of them, and I had escaped without a scratch.

"It's not my fault that your people missed me." I replied, a smirk forming on my lips, remembering that not one guard had been able to fatally wound me that day. Yes, I had a few bruises but that was to be expected.

"Yes well, we both know what it means when my people miss." She stated, grabbing my knife out of her back pocket and holding it up to my throat lightly tracing my skin with the tip, as if teasing me.

"It means that they aren't really trying." I said, completing her thought. My voice calm even with the threat of a knife so close to me. I knew she'd threaten me. She was just like every other kidnapper in the world, she wanted something whether that be revenge, information, or vengeance and she was willing to threaten me with death. How original.

"Exactly. But I'm not them, and I never miss." She replied, giving me a small smile as she pointed at my heart with my own knife.

"You seem to be forgetting, I shot you before once, I'm not afraid to do it again." I explained to her, my hands itching to pick the handcuffs to prove a point to the gang leader. I could kill her with a toothpick if I wanted to, not to mention I wasn't afraid of death, so her threatening me with something I didn't fear didn't really do much. She couldn't hurt me, I've been through so much at this point the only thing that could hurt me was myself.

"I'm not scared of you."

"Oh, I think you are. You didn't only tie me to the chair, you handcuffed me. You knew I'd have weapons and you were afraid that I'd escape and kill you. Don't lie to yourself, you're terrified of me. Admit it." I sneered, staring at her with a victorious smirk on my face. She nodded her head, a giant burly man walked up to me from the shadows, his facial expression showing no remorse as he punched me straight in the nose, crimson blood pouring down my face, the metallic taste lingering on my lips as it fell to the ground.

"Here's how it's going to work, you're going to give me the information I need on Sherlock Holmes and his companion, and every time you refuse my friend is going to hurt that pretty little face of yours. Then once you tell me what I want to know I'm going to kill you." She said, causing my body to tense up. She wanted information on Sherlock and John? That's why she kidnapped me? Oh my gallifrey. She wanted to kill my brother and the love of my life! She wanted to kill John and Sherlock! I couldn't tell her anything, I have to keep them safe. I'd die before I told her anything about either of them. They were my everything. I needed them to survive. They were what kept me breathing, what kept me wanting to stay alive. Without them I'd be nothing. Telling Shan anything would kill me inside, and that was perhaps my greatest weakness.

"Your an idiot if you think I'd tell you anything." I replied, growling at the woman. It seemed as though that was not what she wanted to hear however, as she again nodded at the man who punched me again in the nose, the pain overwhelmingly taking over my head.

"I'd be careful with what you say to me wise phoenix. My friend won't hesitate to hurt you if you aren't." Shan warned her tone irritated as she leaned down to look me in the eyes.

"You can hurt me, break me, or kill me, but it won't change a thing. I'll never tell you anything." I said, giving Shan the biggest smile I could manage with the amount of the pain surrounding me. My motivation to keep John and Sherlock safe was bigger than any 'motivation' Shan could ever possibly give me and no amount of pain, or torture would ever make me break. Not ever.

"Why can't you just behave and tell me!" She screeched, slapping me straight across the face causing me to laugh at her childish tantrum. Blood was pouring into my mouth, and my nose burned, the bridge of my nose most certainly broken. But I was content, John and Sherlock would be safe, they wouldn't be hurt because of my past mistakes and that was all that mattered. That's all that kept me going.

"Because, I don't play by the rules. Nobody tells me what to do, especially not you." I stated, she growled at me clearly not liking my answer as she swung her fist at me, the darkness slowly edging towards me as I slowly began to sink into unconsciousness once again. I was content with my decision to keep the pair of them safe. I knew the next few months would be hell, but it was all worth it. It would always be worth it. John and Sherlock were the world to me and if keeping them safe meant getting a few bruises and cuts throughout the next few weeks then that was totally okay with me. Bring it on Shan. Bring. It. On.