Part Fourteen:
"Where are those two going?" I think to myself as I watch Sherlock and John get in a cab across the street. They don't usually sneak off without telling me. It's strange that they didn't tell me, with all that's been happening.
Emptiness. Everywhere I turn. The streets are empty, the café, even the city. I know it's not empty but it feels like it is. It feels like someone is lerking. It's a mysterious feeling. As if no one is here except me, and one person hiding from me.
A roar of thunder interrupts my thoughts. The rain begins to patter on the roof. I rummage through my closet to find my long rain jacket, a bright yellow on this dreary day.
I step outside into the rain. I'm not sure where I'm going. I'm just walking. Sherlock had instructed me to stay indoors, but that doesn't feel any safer than outside. Something about the emptiness of the street though seems… dangerous. I decide to walk back to my flat a moment to late.
"You really should listen to him when he tells you to stay in your flat," a voice says behind me. I turn to look at him and immediately I recognize him.
"Not you again," I sigh. Looking quickly at his coat I can see he has a gun in his suit pocket. The pocket lays flat against it. He must know that I can see it; maybe he wants me to see it.
"You can come quietly or I can force you, your choice," he smirks at me. He walks toward me and holds his arm out the way a gentleman might. "None of your tricks now. Sherlock will find you. I'll make sure of it." He leads me down an alley to a cab. He opens the door for me expecting me to get in.
"Where are we going?" I ask before I step in. He doesn't answer me and only pushes me into the car. We're silent the entire way. When the car stops he pulls the gun out of his pocket. Following the instructions he gives with hand motions I step out of the car in silence. We're in the parking lot of an old school, but not just any school, the school where my parents were murdered.
"No," I stop walking. Now realizing where we are I know I can't go any farther. He pushes the gun against my back telling me I have no choice but to keep walking. We continue into the building and into the gymnasium of the school. "Killing me in the same place you killed my parents?" I ask when we get to the center of the room. The place looks no different now than it did the last time I was here.
It was a regular day. My parents were supposed to be coming to my school to meet with my art teacher and see all the work I'd done over the year. They were late, as they usually were. With their jobs they rarely had time to see my school events. They rarely had time to see me. All my sports activities, art shows, and science fairs, they didn't go to them. That's what made it so much harder. The one time they actually came, they were murdered. Since that day I haven't picked up a paintbrush. I couldn't bring myself to participate in science fairs and school sports.
One of the men that was with him last time I was abducted brings in a chair. Moriarty leaves me standing in the middle of the room with the man. The man forces me onto the chair and ties me down. He then follows out the same way Moriarty left. Within minuets the man comes back with a gun. He stands in a corner and takes aim at me. It would take an expert marksman to shoot me from that angle, but a shot at the doorway would be simple.
Now we wait. I assume we're waiting on Sherlock to come. I can't help but think today will either be my last day, or his.