John's P.O.V.
Some one shook my and I slowly opened my eyes, my eyelids feeling stiff and heavy. In front of me stood Lestrade, a worried look on his face. I went to stand and quickly remembered I couldn't. Looking away, slightly ashamed, Lestrade just put his hand on my shoulder.
"It's alright. I'm here," he said gently.
"Where's Sherlock? Did he ever come back from the press conference?" I questioned.
He looked at me confused. "He's the one who asked me to meet him here. See," he worked his phone out of his pocket, "he sent me this text."
Lestade handed me his phone and I took it hesitantly. 'Lestrade, come to 1755 Mangolia Way and keep an eye on John please. I won't be able to respond so don't bother texting back. SH'. I handed the phone back and fused my eyebrows together.
"He wasn't here when you got here? I don't even remember him coming back at all," I asked.
Lestrade shook his head. "No. I know he just randomly leaves at times, but I really don't think or believe he would just leave you at random with what has been going on. It's a risk I don't think he'd take."
"Me either. We should contact Mycroft. He has camaras everywhere. I'm sure he'll know where Sherlock is," I suggested.
Lestrade nodded, and dialed up Mycroft while I retraced my memories. I couldn't remember anything after watching the fireball explode on the Tv. I turned the Tv back on, not exactly sure when and who turned it off. It was something about heavy rainfall expected in London in the next two days, and I turned it back off, finding nothing that might help. Lestrade turned and looked at me confused.
"Has Mycroft ever let his phone go to voicemail?" he questioned.
I shook my head. "Not that I recall. Why?"
"Because he didn't answer and I have a really bad feeling that if both Holmes are missing something has gone terribly wrong..."
Sherlock's P.O.V.
Physically, I was in perfect shape. They hadn't whipped me, punched me, denied me food or water(even if it was just half a loaf of stall bread a day), or done really anything that would leave a bruise, other than ropeburns on my wrists and ankles and a small cut on my forehead from the trip in the van. But mentally and emotionally, I was dying. There was a constant taunt in my head that made every small thing they did seem like my fault. They beat Mycroft every two hours and I was forced to watch. I made me want to puke every time they touched him. I'd try to lunge at him, but when I did that they were quick to make me regret it.
After each beating they untied Mycroft, and kicked him across the floor, into the corner I first saw him in. What made it ten times worse was that Mycroft just accepted the beating. No struggling or cursing. He just laid there and took it. It was almost like my strong willed and stubborn brother didn't exist anymore. He was just a shell of his former self. Of course, I knew it wouldn't be long before he was dead from that damn poison.
It still hurt though. Hour after hour, beating after beating, I was just practically watching him die. I couldn't do anything about it. A few times I wondered if Lestrade had gotten my text, and had gone to check on John. Hopefully he had, and that he would notice something was wrong with me not being there. As much as I want to help John, I knew that at this moment my brother was more important.
Mycroft hasn't said a single word to me since I've first arrived. Part of it is that it hurts for him to talk. That's the poisons doing. The other part is he still believes he deserves to die and I have no way to convince him otherwise. I still hug him, I still whisper into his ear, I still love him, but nothing affects him. I think this is what hurts most of all. That he won't believe me when I tell him I love him and that I still need him.
He hasn't been conscious for about half an hour now. I check his pulse regularly to make sure he's still alive, but I know he won't be for long. Any minute now my brother will be dead, and I'll have no one to blame except for myself...
Hello my beautiful readers. I'm so sorry about not updating for a while. I've been busy, and kinda stuck on where to go exactly with this story! I'm going on a weekend trip with my CAP squadron so I won't be on much until late afternoon Sunday. I do hope to get another chapter posted by Monday, so I hope to see you then! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I hope you enjoyed and please review!
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