Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 54
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WARNING: This chapter is rated T, however it have descriptions of captivity and, torture. I have attempted to make it less graphic. If you are sensitive on the subject you may still want to skip and resume later, Read the warnings. I always try to tell you if the chapters contain anything outside of my normal writing style. There is an alternate chapter, title MORE-GRAPHIC CHAPTER 54. Choose which version of the chapter is best for you. Thank and LoL.
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"Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear – not absence of fear."~ Mark Twain
Deleted Memories of Abduction
Sherlock was moved to another room. He had been there once before when he first came. It was a dim and dirty room. The room contained what appeared to be a desk at the end of the small room.
It was metal, long, and low to the ground. A few odd small piping parts were scattered on the floor just outside the room.
A chair was the only other furniture in the room.
Sherlock was alone with Novák. He did not like being alone with him. Novák was on the phone talking. No wonder they name him "Mr. Stupid", Sherlock thought.
Another guard came in, and spoke in broken English. "You know the boose don't alike you on da phone."
"Who going to tell?" Novák replied looking dangerously into the eyes of the other soldier.
A silent standoff took place, which resulted in the other soldier backing down; he exited the room by walking away backward, until he was completely out the room.
Smirking, Novák walked toward Sherlock who had managed to use the wall to push himself up to a standing position.
With his handcuffed hands tensed, Sherlock was ready to defend himself if needed. Sherlock shook slightly from fatigue and pain. However, his eyes were like steel.
He glared warily at Novák.
"Even now you fighted," Novák said while advancing, "fighting will make it worse, you knowned that."
The logical part of Sherlock knew he would only anger the guard. However, there was another obstinate part.
The part that fought childhood bullies. The part that found it hard to stay down when struck by much larger boys; this part dared Novák to come closer.
Sherlock scanned the much larger man, trying to deduce where best to spend the energy of his weaken body to strike Novák.
A shadow of doubt crossed Novák's face when he noticed the subtle shift in Sherlock's continence.
Novák stopped walking for a minute.
Then the shadow cleared, and Novák's face became stone like again. He smiled and started to advance, every step was agonizingly slow.
"You are supposes to be so clever, so impress me." Novák advanced closer.
"Would you like me to speak slowly and use simple words?" Sherlock asked. There was no reason to be civil; he deduced the results would be the same.
Novák advanced; he was almost to Sherlock now.
Footsteps outside the door interrupted Novák.
Then the door open, Novák looked angry for the interruption until, he realized it was Ayyad. He then greeted him respectfully and stepped back. He looked Sherlock in the eyes, letting him know that they would continue their talk latter.
"Hello Mr. Holmes, have your accommodations improved?" Ayyad moved over to the edge of the desk, wiping it clean with his handkerchief first, then sitting on the edge.
"Please sit," Ayyad, said while smiling and looking Sherlock over.
Before Sherlock could react three strong hands, including Novák's, grabbed him, forcing him into the chair. They then un-cuffed his handcuffs long enough to re-cuff them to the chair. They did not bother to lock the door behind them.
Sherlock's stomach sank.
He saw no one else outside, and scarcely heard any movement in twenty-four hours. They had completely abandoned that location, except for a few soldiers.
All that was left, appeared to be; Ayyad, his three men present, and a few scattered soldiers who were walking outside the room.
Sherlock knew his time was up. Today was the day they planned to break him and kill him.
Ayyad began speaking.
"The name of the woman, have you thought of it yet. Yes, we know it was a woman. With time, we would know everything; the problem is Mr. Holmes we do not have time, and neither do you."
"Our reports indicate that you were with her in Vienna. You might as well tell us everything. We already have the information; I just need you to confirm it. No need for you to die screaming like she did."
Sherlock looked at him and knew instantly that he was lying.
Ayyad moved and stood next to Sherlock. Ayyad nodded, and one of the guards pulled back, and brutally struck Sherlock in the stomach several times.
The sound of air being expelled from Sherlock's lungs, and grunts were heard.
Sherlock ground his teeth together, and fought for air in between strikes. Pain radiated from his abdomen outward.
"Enough," Ayyad said. The guard suddenly struck Sherlock on the side of his face.
The guard had a ring on, and this caused a small cut to open up on the side of Sherlock's face. This left a trail of blood.
The guard then retreated.
Sherlock grunted but did not scream, he was determined not to give Ayyad or Novák's the satisfaction.
Novák's breathing increased.
"Nice suit… I'd hate… for you… to… h ...h... have to get… blood out… of it," Sherlock gasped in between breaths, as he blinked back the tears.
"It's alright I have a good cleaner." Ayyad said as he as he wiped the blood on Sherlock's tattered shirt.
"Your clothes however are beyond saving," Ayyad remarked as he eyed Sherlock up and down.
He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into Sherlock's eyes.
"Do you… mind I'm… trying to quit." He could not stop himself from using his mind to fighting back in some way.
"You're right, I really shouldn't smoke indoors," he smiled invading Sherlock's personal space. He put his hand on Sherlock's shirt and unbuttoned it. Sherlock, misunderstanding his intention. For the first time had panic set in.
Ayyad nodded, and Novák leaned down to restrain Sherlock.
The urge to flee was too strong to control. Sherlock's mind had betrayed him; he lost control of his body. He reacted and hit Novák in the nose with the side of his head.
The crack was audible. Blood gushed from Novák nose; he was not amused.
Novák in shock let out a yelp, and let go for a second. He recovered quickly, and his strong arms wrapped itself around Sherlock's neck from behind.
He pulled Sherlock back in the chair. Sherlock gasped and choked as he felt his air supply being cut off. Sherlock tried to struggle, but was restrained by the soldiers. His body was pulled awkwardly away from his wrist, which were already raw from struggling.
Nidal Ayyad proceeded to pull one side of his shirt aside and extinguish his cigarette on the side of Sherlock's chest.
The lack of air caused stars to dance across his eyes. Sherlock's struggles became less as the lack of oxygen in his body made Sherlock start to lose focus. Sherlock felt searing pain, and smelled the smell of burnt flesh.
"That's enough!" Ayyad said.
Sherlock continued to gasp, cough and struggled for air. Novák frowned and cursed but let go.
Someone came into the room quickly and talked in a low and urgent voice. Ayyad nodded curtly with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Tell everyone to leave."
"Now?" One of the guards asked.
"Of course now!" Ayyad growled.
Sherlock gulped in lungs full of air, as the room started to come back into focus. Sherlock continued to breathe harshly. He choked, and coughed trying to get oxygen to his body, and clear his mind.
He took note of the fact that Ayyad yelled. Sherlock had never heard him raise his voice. Something was wrong.
Mr. Holmes your brother is almost as much trouble a you are.
Sherlock smirked despite the pain and his situation.
"Well Mr. Holmes I thought we might use you as a hostage but plans have changed. Come Mr. Holmes; cooperate so we can all go home." Ayyad said as he looked curiously at Sherlock.
Sherlock decided that Ayyad, for such a brilliant man, was a terrible liar.
"Too bad you're not a criminal, with a mind like yours; we could have gone far together,"Ayyad said.
"Sorry… not… my… type." Sherlock said sincerely, breathing in-between each word, the coughing finally subsiding.
"I can see why my predecessor found you so interesting."
He got in Sherlock's personal space; Sherlock cursed himself silently for flinching.
He whispered, "We torture you, beat you, threatened you, put a gun to your head, and pulled the trigger; whipped you, and electrocuted you."
"Did I miss anything?" He asked looking at Novák then looking back at Sherlock, he continued, "Oh… maybe I did."
"It seems to only make you more obstinate. Very impressive really but playtime is over Mr. Holmes." Ayyad sounded irritated.
"I need to know what you know, how you knew it, how you knew I was alive, and whom you told. I need to know whom the woman is that you were with. I need a name and location. Your blank face does not fool me Mr. Holmes I know you know where she is. I'll kill her painlessly a bullet in the head, I promise. She'll never know it was you." Ayyad had moved pacing slowly as he spoke back to stand in front of Sherlock.
As always, Sherlock stared straight ahead, and said nothing.
Ayyad nodded to Novák who grinned despite the bloody broken nose.
"I had hoped you would be reasonable," Ayyad said suddenly still.
Ayyad ran a finger up and down Sherlock's exposed chest. Sherlock shook slightly from revulsion.
Ayyad noticed.
Ayyad smiled and spoke.
"You don't flinch when hit; you're immune, use to it I think."
"You don't react to being hit, but you cannot stand to be touched," Ayyad whisper in Sherlock's ear.
"I now know how to break you Mr. Holmes," Ayyad said before withdrawing and stepping back.
Sherlock stared straight ahead looking at the wall.
He could hear Novák's breathing.
Ayyad walked away, "Watch the head I need him conscious. Don't kill him… for now."
Novák nodded the smile leaving his face.
"I don't approve of your methods but use whatever method you like." Ayyad commented.
Novák's smile appeared again.
"I need the information today Novák, do you understand?" Ayyad then spoke to Novák briefly in Czech.
Sherlock closed his eyes.
For once, Sherlock wished that he did not understand what they were saying.