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Chapter 4
It was horrifying. The land outside of the building they landed in stank. It smelt of blood and flesh and sweat and sick and shit and piss and all things terrible. Anderson was on the verge off empting his stomach onto the ground, adding to the stench.
People were huddled together and averted their eyes as Moriarty and his men walked by. There were all sought of people here. Children, adults, elderly, British, Russian, Chinese. There was a never ending variety of people, of all shapes and sizes. They were starving and cold and sick and injured and all kinds of deformed. All of them harboured long, deep cuts across their foreheads and every single one of them had blonde hair, whether in was natural or dyed.
The buildings were in ruins. They looked as if they were made of cardboard that had got wet in the rain, slowly pealing away from their original structure under the weight of the water. Some people were huddled inside of them, but most had the sense to see that it was safer on the streets, the damp would be no bother to them there. There were a few stone buildings scattered around, Sherlock presumed that this was for the main areas of Moriarty's organisation, whatever that was.
The roads where just mud paths. The only thing that told people it was a road where the tyre tracks that were imprinted in the mud. Huge dips in places were the trucks that drove along it got stuck and splattered mud on anything nearby, whether that be a wall or a child.
Sherlock couldn't get over the shear amount of people that littered the place like garbage.
"How many people are here?" Lestrade demanded more than asked.
"About a thousand!" Moriarty declared with glee. He looked very pleased with himself. The others were outraged by this fact. A thousand? "You know Sherlock," Moriarty began, "I'm surprised you didn't go straight to the question of 'How did we get here?' first. Is it your sentiments getting it the way again. Sherlock stayed silent. "Aright. Well I'll tell you anyway," he paused, probably for dramatic effect if John's experience of him was anything to go by. "It was a teleport,"
This did entice Sherlock, "What?" He asked in disbelief.
"So he does talk!" Moriarty stated with amusement, which was reserved by a glare from Sherlock. "I said a teleport. I've been doing a lot of clever things since we last met and I've hired a lot more people since your tore down my criminal web." Moriarty didn't look displeased by this, he was actually impressed. "You Sherlock, are going to be a very interesting to experiment on."
A look of terror crossed all their faces. Donavan and Anderson cowered behind the rest, John grabbed hold of Sherlock in a protective manner and Lestrade just look disgusted. Sherlock looked nothing short of terrified.
"You see," Moriarty said, talking to the group but concentrating on Sherlock, "I've done a lot on technology, all the things I need to rule the world, all the things I need to take over the world," he spoke as if he was listing the equipment that he had got to prepare dinner, like taking over the world was the easiest thing to do. It made him seem like a madman, but also made him someone to be very afraid of. "But then I thought, hang on, I need some body-guards, and then I thought hold on, I need some soldiers, and that is how I decided to experiment on people." He said it with such ease, such coolness, that it sent a shiver down the spines of everyone who heard his voice, and ice settle in the pits of their stomachs' which would never completely melt.
"You see, the way to be above everybody else, is to be more advanced than everybody else. It's not enough to have the technology if their man power is far superior to mine. I'll never have their numbers, so my men have to be more advanced, like my technology. I have scientists experimenting on ways to advance human nature, and there succeeding. Every person here are partaking in these experiments, even the children."
The reactions from before changed. Donavon and Anderson stood up straight from their cowering and looked around the people that surrounded them with looks of horror on their faces, holding each other tight. John's protective stance was still there, but half of his attention was also on the people around them, checking for any signs that what Moriarty was saying was true, and he found that there were. Lestrade's expression changed from disgust to down right anger as he looked at Moriarty, and took a protective stance in front of the others, subconsciously placing himself directly in front of Sherlock.
Sherlock however, was completely different. The movements Sherlock made where so quick, that they weren't even noticed. He pushed himself in front of Lestrade and dropped to his knees He didn't fall apart. He didn't beg. He just looked Moriarty in the eye with a stone-cold expression that had scared the living daylights out of so many people, and he just said….
"No."
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