221B BAKER STREET
Sherlock was screaming. It was terrible to hear, full of pain, rage and despair.
Molly had been up off the sofa, down the hallway and into Sherlock's bedroom in a flash. But now as she watched him thrashing about wildly, his face contorted, teeth bared, sweat beading his brow, his hands clutching his head, looking as though he was trying to pull it from his shoulder's she was at a loss as to what to do.
"Sherlock! Wake up! Sherlock! Please, you need to wake up!" she called out as she attempted to pull his hands away from his head.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the great Sherlock Holmes," Moriarty sneered.
Sherlock began to struggle, but soon realised he was tied down too securely to escape. He was strapped down to a bed in what as far as he could tell from his current position was some sort of laboratory. Whatever was about to happen, he knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. But that didn't mean he was going to give in.
"Why have you brought me here?"
"You wanted answers about what we do at The MM Corp." Moriarty noted. "Well it's your lucky day Sherlock, because I've decided to give you unlimited access to our manufacturing techniques."
Sherlock's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "So give me the tour."
"Oh no dear boy," Moriarty grinned manically. "We've decided on a more hands on approach. You get to have a front row seat on the procedures we've been developing for our latest project. The third generation cyborg."
"Third generation?"
Moriarty became excited, clapping his hands enthusiastically. "Oh yes Sherlock, you'll like this one. First Generation was all machine, the Second Generation was half man half machine. While the Third Generation will be more man than machine." Moriarty's expression became serious, deadly so. "And you will be our guinea pig."
Sherlock fought with all his might, but his bonds held good.
Moriarty, with the help of Moran, held Sherlock's head in place as it too was strapped down. Sherlock's eyes widened when Moran leant over him an electric saw in his hand.
"You wont get away with this Moriarty."
"Yeah, we will Sherlock. You see the beauty of this situation is everyone believes you're dead. And even if they didn't, no one knows you're here."
Moriarty and Moran exchanged a look and a nod. Moran turned on the saw….
"Sherlock, you know you've tried every legal avenue to get the specifics of what they're proposing to do," John noted, stating the obvious.
"Then I guess I need to go down the illegal ones."
"I am not hearing this," Lestrade said as he headed out the door. "You're on your own with this one."
"Aren't I always…"
As soon as he entered his flat he knew something wasn't right.
The lamp was suddenly turned on to reveal James Moriarty sitting in his chair. "You know you really should learn to back off Sherlock."
"If you'd simply answer my questions I'll stop pestering you." Sherlock pointed out.
"But since you're so determined to get my attention," Moriarty continued.
Too late Sherlock realised there was another man behind him…
He woke up screaming, the pain was like nothing he had ever experienced…
His eyes blinked, but he couldn't move. Then the man who'd entered his glass cell flipped a switch in the back of his head, and he was almost overwhelmed by sensations and emotions.
"You better get your beauty sleep Sherlock," the other man said. "Tomorrow the real fun and games begin..."
A small female stood before him. She had long hair and big brown eyes.
"I'm Molly by the way."
"I'm Sherlock Holmes."
"Yes, I know…"
Molly, Moran and Moriarty's faces merged.
What did that signify?
Was she working for them?
Of course, obvious…
When Sherlock opened his eyes he found Molly leaning over him.
"You're one of them," he snarled, shoving her away from him. "You were party to what they did to me."
He got off the bed and headed for the sitting room.
Molly followed, her dazed brain still trying to work out what he was going on about.
Sherlock was putting on his long coat when she finally caught up with him.
"You knew what they did to me."
"I guessed," she replied shakily. "But I swear to you, I don't work for them."
He glared down at her. "Why should I believe you? You're nothing to me."
"Sherlock, please…" Molly tentatively reached out to him, but he turned away from her and headed for the door.
"I'm going out," he said. "When I return I want to find you gone."
Only when she'd heard the front door slam shut did Molly slump to the floor and burst into tears.
