Chapter 17
I regained consciousness long after the German guy left. I sat up in the darkness, trying to get the constant drumming in my head out. I think I finally understood how painful it is for the Master to have this drumming in his head...but he was a psychopath, so there's that. I tried to wriggle my way out of the chains, but of course, it doesn't work. It is expected of me to fail at pretty much everything. But that's besides the point.
I listened for any signs of life, in case the German guy was lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce at me and hurt me. I knew he wouldn't actually do that, but it's better to be cautious. Either no one was there, or the person was really good at hiding. Okay, I have to stop. I'm being totally paranoid. Of course no one was there.
I had no escape, so I sat back against the wall and hoped to not fall asleep.
One week later...
"Molly, are you sure you want to go?" I asked her. We were in the car, heading towards Baker Street, where we'll meet Sherlock and John.
"Sherrinford, I'll be fine! You don't have to worry about me." Molly assured me. I knew I was being overprotective, but I didn't want her hurt. The thought of her following us to rescue Sherry from Erik Martinsson in the dead of the night wasn't exactly the best of things.
"I know...I just don't want you hurt."
"I can take care of myself." She declared. I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
We arrived at Baker Street. We met this lovely lady named Mrs Hudson, who's the landlady for Sherlock and John's flat. She was really sweet. We went up the stairs to flat 221B, where a soft melody of the violin was emitted. Sherlock was playing his violin. His friend John was seated in a chair, reading the newspaper. He stood up when he saw us. "Molly!" He hugged her. He caught sight of me and asked, "Who might you be?"
"I'm Sherrinford." I gave him a small smile. He shook my hand politely.
"Sherlock didn't tell me you were coming." John frowned.
"Surely not?" Molly asked, glancing at Sherlock. Sherlock stopped playing and plopped down onto a chair.
"Everyone here? Good." He said. He was strangely off today. "Let's go through our plan again, shall we?" He glanced at Molly, indicating her to talk.
"Okay, so Sherrinford and I would sneak in to get to Sherry, Sherlock would get rid of any threats and John, you'll make sure no one sees us." We picked today to do it, as Erik was going out with his girlfriend, Evelyn Wilde. We just have a few guards and security cameras, quite simple really.
"Sounds easy." John remarked.
If only it was as easy as we planned it to.
"Right, Molly. Let's go!" I took her hand and we snuck into the beautiful garden of Erik Martinsson's home. The house had an eerie dark feel to it. We found our way inside through the back door to the kitchen. Surprisingly, no one was inside, which was of course, odd, as cooks should be in the kitchen a lot. The whole house was dark, but our eyes adjusted fast to our surroundings. We reached the basement in no time, but it felt too easy. Surely a man like Erik wouldn't leave the house unattended like this. I gave Molly's hand a tight squeeze, to make sure she was still here.
We descended the steps to the basement quietly, not making a sound. We turned on our torchlights. A scuffling noise was heard, in a dark corner. We pointed our torchlights at the spot, and we found the curled up body of Sherry. Molly checked for signs of life, while I tried to wake her up. She was alive, Molly said.
Her eyes fluttered open. She blinked rapidly and trashed about. She stopped when she realized it was me. Her face was pale, her cheeks sunken. She looked horrible, but I was glad to see her. She hugged me tightly, not letting go. "Where's Jim?" She asked me, her voice raspy. She's dehydrated, and starved. She was skinnier than usual, and that's really skinny.
Molly tapped my shoulder. "She's chained up." Oh great. This Erik will die for chaining my little sister up!
"Have you got a hairpin?" I asked both girls.
Sherry looked at me like I was crazy. "I don't wear hairpins!" Molly handed hers to me without a word. I love how Molly can be so reserved, calm, collected, compared to wild little Sherry. I admire that about her.
I knew how to pick locks, so this was very easy to me. Not long after, we heard the click and we took the chain off Sherry. We tried to lift her up, but she was too weak to stand up. I ended up carrying her in my arms like a little baby.
We were outside the basement when all the lights suddenly came on. "Bravo! A rescue team! Too bad you've failed!" Erik sneered at us. He was a few steps on the staircase, with a blonde woman at his side. I think that's his girlfriend, Evelyn Wilde. Erik went down the stairs and stood a few metres away from us. Molly grabbed my arm, as if she needed protection.
"I don't think we failed." I remarked.
"How's old Jim Moriarty? I've heard that he's lost everything. His followers, and of course, his wife." Erik nodded to Sherry.
"They're not married." I stated.
"Oh, but there's a chance I might get to marry her." I glanced at Evelyn. She had a tall domineering look on her, but her eyes betrayed her. She was pissed that Erik wanted to marry Sherry and not her.
"Sounds like someone's a little jealous." I smirked.
"I am not jealous of a 20 year old." Evelyn huffed.
"But we both know that's not quite true."
"Enough! Your little plan has been foiled. You will all die and I will get what I want." Erik said, annoyed. "Evelyn, come and help me out here."
"No." Evelyn said flatly.
"Excuse me?" Erik rounded on her. She managed to keep a straight face.
"I'm not going to let you kill them and marry the girl." She said.
"You can't stop me!" He yelled at her.
"Actually...I can." She produced a gun and shot him straight at his chest. He fell to the ground. I knew he was dead.
"You killed him!" Molly exclaimed.
"Yes, I think I did." Evelyn remarked with a smile.
"But you're his girlfriend!"
"I work for a secret government. I think I can kill him alright."
"Who hired you to kill him?" I asked her.
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." She said. "Anyway, you better leave now. And your two other friends, Cheekbones and Shortie, they're unconscious in the car." Cheekbones and Shortie? Evelyn swiftly turned and left us.
"We better hurry." Molly said. I nodded and we hurried to the car. We sped off into the night.
Sherlock let Sherry sleep in his bed for tonight. But I wasn't having none of that. "She's had enough sleep in that basement! What she needs is food and drinks! She's been starved for fuck's sake!"
"Sherrinford, I'm fine, I'm not dying or anything." Sherry assured me.
"I don't care, Sherry, I just think you should eat a little, drink some water, so that you won't look as awful as you are right now." She gave a small smile.
"Force-feeding your sister isn't nice." Sherry said. "And do I really look awful?"
"As awful as a llama eating dead bodies of other llamas." I answered.
"Ew!" Sherry made a scrunched up, disgusted face.
"Yeah, that's how awful you look." I grinned.
"That's terrible! What did the llama do to you?"
After another 5 minutes of chatting, Sherry went to shower. I sat down on the couch, playing with my phone. John was making tea for us. Molly was downstairs with Mrs Hudson. I wish she was here with me right now.
I let my mind drift off to my thoughts on Molly. Beautiful, shy, loyal, fearless Molly. The Molly that everyone sees but I noticed. The soft-spoken Molly that could be very quiet at times. The Molly that would stand up for what's right. The Molly that would surprise by being a quiet but deadly person. My Molly. The woman I love. The woman who could put together all my missing pieces. The woman I am hopelessly falling for. The woman who doesn't know how beautiful she is.
"Earth to Sherrinford!" I snapped out of my reverie. Sherry was already dressed, and I think she's finished eating too. I must've zoned out entirely, for at least thirty minutes, thinking about Molly.
"Hm?"
"Thinking of a woman?" Sherry teased.
"Yes, actually." I said, irritated. Sherry's mouth made a little 'O' and she plopped down on the couch beside me.
"Spill! Who is the lovely woman that's caught your eye?"
I flustered. I couldn't tell her about Molly! I mean, sure, I would, but she's my sister, and she might blab to Molly. And I don't want that right now. Not when we're still recovering.
"She's just someone I met..." I mumbled.
"Aw, c'mon, Sherrinford! You can tell me!" Sherry said.
"She's...she's this brilliant girl I met when I was injured a few years ago. She's not exactly the prettiest girl you've ever met, but she's beautiful to me. She makes me feel so happy, even when I was having a shitty day. She's the bright sun to my dark moon. She brings light to my seemingly eternal darkness." I said. Sherry was staring at me. "What? Have I got something stuck in my teeth?"
She giggled. "No, no, it's just that...you spoke of her highly. You're passionately in love with her. And when you talk about her, your eyes shine. Whoever she is, she must be really lucky to have my big brother as her boyfriend."
"You know, for a very annoying little sister, you could be really wise at times." I poked her tummy. She squirmed, trying to not squeal in laughter.
"Sherrinford! Stop!" Sherry couldn't stop giggling like a maniac.
"Shut up! I'm trying to concentrate!" Sherlock, who I had forgotten was in the room, exclaimed.
"Gosh, Sherly, what's got your knickers in a knot?" Sherry retorted. We burst out laughing.
"Never call me that again." Sherlock muttered. Sherlock was concentrating on some experiment, his eyes glued to his microscope. Sherry and I locked eyes. With one nod, we both grabbed the throw pillows and attacked Sherlock. Sherlock started to trash about, trying to escape our two-versus-one pillow fight.
"Get off me!" Sherlock was muffled by the pillows and Sherry's squeals as Sherlock attacks Sherry back. Sherlock grabbed Sherry by the waist and lifted her, earning giggles and protests from her. He dumped her onto the couch. "You won't disturb me ever again, or I will throw you out." Sherlock jokingly said...or so I think. Sherry stuck out her tongue.
Happy, happy times.