Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 99
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"The difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a person's determination." ~
Tommy Lasorda
Present Day
Sherlock looked in the room. There was no phone. There were no weapons.
Sherlock looked out the window. He knew he could not survive a five-story drop. He looked to see if there was any way to go on the ledge and climb to another window, there was about two yards between the very narrow ledges. Not a good chance but Sherlock considered it his best albeit risky prospect.
The window was stuck and he did not want to break glass and in doing so alert the men chasing him. He was about to break it anyway when footsteps and heavy breathing was heard behind him.
Sherlock stopped and suddenly swung his body around.
"Mr. Holmes, " an angry voice said.
Sherlock looked warily from one face to the other. In a moment, he had processed where to best strike should he get the chance.
Němec and his driver rushed toward Sherlock at the same time. Němec became desperate as thoughts of a very angry general came to his mind.
He was ordered to turn Sherlock over alive in twelve hour for Ayyad to personally deal with him.
In the unlikely event that he could not be transported to the plane, there was a backup plan.
Němec was to torture Sherlock to the brink of death, permanently cripple him, and finally he was ordered to abuse Sherlock to the point of producing insanity, in no particular order.
He was then to be released as a broken shell of a man. This was to serve as a warning to anyone who would dare to come against Ayyad.
Thoughts of he himself being promoted instead of Veselý had filled Němec's mind. This had caused him to act boldly with Holmes kidnapping.
Němec once thought this easy, now there were doubts.
How this one man had managed to stand before Němec, despite being previously tortured, drugged and injured puzzled Němec. Yet, Holmes stood before him, ready to go down fighting.
He made a decision and pulled out his gun. It was not quite following orders but Němec could argue the point that a shot man was better than an escaped one. Even if he were punished, Němec thought, at least they would not kill him as long as Holmes was dead.
Sherlock Holmes was not the only determined one in that room.
Sherlock had both hands extended away from his body. His eye traveled from man to man. His face was unreadable.
Sherlock stood still while breathing heavily, the harsh sounds of him inhaling and exhaling filled the room. Sherlock glanced at the only entrance to the room and back to one man then the other again.
He ran toward Sherlock pulling out his gun as his driver ran and tried to circle around Holmes back.
Němec's eyes widen in surprise as Sherlock suddenly ran toward him, meeting him and twisting his body quickly to the side, hitting Němec's face with one hand, as he grabbed for the gun that was coming toward his chest with the other. Both men wrestled for control of the gun as Sherlock twisted it up and away from his chest.
The gun now came in-between their bodys as they struggled. The driver almost reached out to grab Sherlock when a deafening, popping sound filled the room. A cry of pain echoed in the closed space as a body slumped into the two men knocking into them.
The body lay on the ground, but it was ignored as struggling, both men fell.
Humph.
The sound of air violently expelled from the lungs filled the room. Both men were stunned for a second. Then both men noticed the gun between them. Both bodies moved with speed.
Sherlock was faster.
Sherlock pointed the gun at the soldier.
Sherlock pointed the gun at his chest with a voice that held both danger and anger and said breathlessly, " Seeing as… you've rid me of my phone…, I'll have your phone…, slowly…, one hand behind your back…, now."
Němec grunted then slowly took out his phone and slid it across the floor.
Němec looked at Sherlock who was breathing heavily. A bruise was starting to form on his jaw and chin and around his split and bleeding lips. It stood out again his pale skin. Heavy sweat had formed on Sherlock's neck and face. The sweat plastered Sherlock's torn dress shirt to his body. He assessed Sherlock silently.
He noticed the slight shaking to his hands when Holmes had taken up the mobile phone with one hand and kept the gun trained on him with the other, and he was leaning heavily on one leg. Finally, Němec noticed the occasional grimace on his features; pain, the soldier decided.
Němec almost smiled as he tensed his muscles. The soldier thought to himself, "Maybe it I…"
"Ah, ah, ah… I wouldn't do that if I were you…," Sherlock interrupted his thoughts, "… you are correct in what you're thinking. I am traumatized and still injured. Nevertheless, you still cannot move faster that a bullet. Now, sit down on your hands… slowly, before my shaking hands slip and shoot you between the eyes. Quite accidentally of course."
Sherlock was aiming for his head now.
The soldier frowned then looked into Holmes eyes for the first time. What Němec saw settle his mind.
So, the soldier lowered himself to the ground… slowly.
The soldier sat on his hands.
The waiting soldier sighed as he heard the wail of sirens drawing closer.
When he had looked into Holmes eyes expecting to see weakness, he was shocked to see steel like strength.
Němec decided regretfully to himself that Veselý was right; he was a fool.