And here's chapter 4! Thanks to the favs and ther followers...
I still only own Kiara... :(
I was brought up in a quite weird way. I started taking drugs with permission of Father when I was nine. Of course not that much, but it was and still is my training against drugs. My resistance against drugs is quite well, especially with some drugs. A few months ago, in the Dark Days, I had taken drugs every day and without a care. Father's absence was painful for me, and the drugs were my soothing hand. In fact, the day Father came back, I was so high I was sure he was a hallucination. He made me go through withdrawal for a week and under his command I started my training again, although this time just with sedatives.
I remember all this when I wake up, though I keep my eyes closed. I strain my ears in the hope to find out where Watson and Holmes are. It isn't hard, neither them nor the third man, who are in the living room, are quiet. They are arguing, and I smile widely. The third man is probably Lestrade, and he is - what did Watson say? - a good escape route.
Without making a sound, I get up and start looking through the drawers. Maybe Holmes, I am pretty sure this is his room, has got something I can use. After all, he must have many enemies. And I am lucky – in the top drawer of his night stand is a small handgun with bullets. I put them in the gun and pick it up. It feels good in my hand, it isn't as big as the ones Father has and my hands are quite small. I might even keep this one.
I can still hear the arguing, especially the voice of Lestrade, so I am sure I still have time. With a bit of luck they didn't search me – and yes, today seems to be the day of extremes, I have a lot of luck, but also a lot of bad luck. Father often tells me off, but I never change it; my I-phone is on silent. Today I am grateful for that. Watson told me Father has surveillance on them, so maybe I can use that. I touch the 'fail-safe' button Father told me only to touch in an emergency and hope it will be helpful. I have never done so before, as I am scared of what Father might do when he finds out, and he will find out.
The screen shows a lot of buttons. There are many that I don't understand, but the last one is labelled 'Database'. I open it and breath in sharply. In it are all of Father's apps, one of them surveillance. On the top of the list which now opens is something called '221B'. I can barely stop myself from laughing out loud, and tap on it. There, I can see the living room, and in it Watson, Holmes and the man who I think is Lestrade. No problem. I put my phone in my pocket, leaving the app open, and grip the gun with both hands. When I kick the door open, everyone looks at me in surprise and I suppress a smirk.
"Hands up, now!" I say loudly and point the gun at Lestrade. As all of them comply, I go closer to Lestrade and finally touch his temple with the barrel of the gun. In his eyes is a flash of fear, then he opens his mouth to protest, but I tap with the gun against his head. He closes his mouth again and I smile.
"Mr Holmes, explain!" I order, and Holmes frowns, but does so when I glare at him.
"This charming girl is Kiara Moriarty, daughter of Jim Moriarty, consulting criminal, the bomber. Yesterday when John and I were in the museum at night for a case, she attacked John, he overpowered her and after I deduced who she was, we rendered her unconscious. John and I planned to question her, knowing that if we called you, she would be freed by Moriarty as soon as we left the building. So, we kept her here, and then you came." He says in a strained voice.
"Well done, Mr Holmes. Didn't think you would be bothered by me pointing a gun at Mr DI. Anyway, thank you very much, Dr Watson, for your flattering view of my innocence when you think about drugs. It has been very useful, and also your comment about Mr DI being an escape route." I smile at him, but he doesn't do the same.
"Kiara," he says, "think about what you are doing! Do you really want to kill this man?"
"Yes. Now, shut up, in the moment you are my favourite of you three, but that might change. Anyway, you all know that Father has surveillance on this flat. I have access to it. You two are going to sit in your chairs while Mr DI and me are going. If you two are moving as much as a muscle, idiot will die. If you are good, I'll let him go. I will communicate with you via the speakers in the flat, as in when you are allowed to move. Understood?" I say in the same light tone I used in the whole conversation. Both of them nod and at my sign, sit down in their chairs, but still with their hands up.
"As soon as idiot and I are outside the house, you may take your hands down, but don't you dare move otherwise! Pleasure meeting you, Mr Holmes, Dr Watson. Come on, Mr DI," I command, and point the gun now at Lestrade's back with my right hand. With the left I pull out my phone.
Once outside the house Holmes and Watson take their arms down, but to my surprise, neither of them speak or move, if you don't count Holmes searching for cameras only with his eyes. Two hundred yards away the is a little alley and I push Lestrade in it. I turn off the micro of my phone and smile.
"Pleasure meeting you, DI Lestrade." I say, and hit him over the head with the gun. He is unconscious instantly and drops to the ground. After I leave the alley, I smile at a security camera, and then go and hail a taxi. Luckily, the cabbie doesn't notice the gun I now have in my pocket and I tell him a street which is next to the one with our house. After that I turn my micro on again and look at the screen. Both Holmes and Watson are still sitting in their chairs, but are talking to each other.
"Sherlock, we need to do something! I don't think she will kill Lestrade, but what if she takes him to Moriarty?" Watson whispers.
"John, there's nothing we can do at the moment, but as soon as we're free, I'll talk to Mycroft, so-" Holmes answers but I cut him off.
"You do know that I can hear you?" I ask in a curious voice and smirk when they jump, "Who's Mycroft, by the way?"
Holmes frowns, but answers anyway. "My brother. I think your father knows him. You will meet him soon enough because I will find you, Kiara!" At the end of the sentence he is nearly shouting.
"No you won't!" I say in a sing-song voice and laugh when both of them cringe. I want to say something else, but the cabbie interrupts me and I turn the micro off again.
"We're here, Miss," he tells me and I smile at him. I throw a couple of notes in his hands and suppress a laugh when his eyes widen because of the amount of money.
"Thank you, sir, keep the change. Have a good day," I tell him and walk away. When he's far enough away, I turn the micro on again.
"So my boys, you and idiot have been incredibly well behaved. So, no, I won't turn him over to Father, but..." I shoot a tree, which sounds surprisingly similar as shooting a human.
"Good bye, Mr Holmes, Dr Watson," I say to both of them, who are sitting there in a stunned silence and start walking towards our house.
"LESTRADE!" roars Sherlock and jumps up and the despair, shock and grief is visible on both his and Watson's face.
"Moriarty! You told us you would let him go, you told us he would survive if we do what you tell us!" Watson is nearly crying and I laugh.
"I did, Dr Watson. But there is one thing you both forgot. I am my father's daughter. Oh and by the way, you can move now. See ya, boys..."
And with that I turn my phone off. I run the few yards to our doorstep and ring the bell frantically. My key is inside because the plan was that Father's chauffeur would pick me up, so I am practically begging that someone is inside. To my surprise, Father opens the door and hugs me when he sees me.
"Spitfire! Spitfire, Smiths told me what happened. When he went to pick you up he saw you were carried out of the museum by Sherlock Holmes, he called me instantly. How did you escape?" he asks and I am overwhelmed.
"Oh god, Spitfire, just come inside and tell me then." He ushers me inside and shouts for Andy and David to make something to eat and a hot chocolate. Finally I sit with him in his study drinking my hot chocolate and I tell him the whole story.
"They will pay, Spitfire, they will pay." He says and for a split-second I feel sympathy for Holmes and Watson. I don't want to be them when Father gets his revenge.
Yes, Kiara is a bit mean. But when you think about it, she could be a lot worse, with Moriarty as a father... Please review! I'd like to know what you think, what parts you like, which ones could be better... Oh and I know that Moriarty is a bit OOC, but I was wondering maybe he does all that to protect Kiara... Dunno...
-Valkyrie ;)