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Date: 26/07/2262
I've always had the ability to cut myself off from emotions. Rid myself of the mundane feelings that control the majority of a regular human's life. But I can feel them starting to overwhelm my body, creating a lump in my throat and causing an annoying stinging sensation behind my eyes. Mrs Hudson. Lestrade. Mycroft. Molly. The only people I ever felt comfortable calling 'friends' and they're dead. If what those idiots were saying is true, that John and I have slept for 247 years then they are all long gone. Logic tells me that there isn't even an inkling of chance that I will ever see them again. I begin pacing back and forth within my cell, trying to calm my emotions and put my mind at peace. My mind palace is the only sanctuary I have from this madness, but I can't get in. It's as if the doors have been slammed in my face and no matter how hard I try, they will not budge. I stop pacing and collapse onto the hard metal bench. Staring up at the ceiling I place my palms together and rest my fingertips on my lips. I need to get out. To escape from the tidal wave of emotions that is constantly threatening to drown me.
Despite my actions, I feel my mind begin to drift to my childhood. Memories that I have kept locked up for so long that I had almost forgotten them. Mycroft teaching me the periodic table, constantly scolding me for getting the elements mixed up or mispronouncing them. Mycroft. My brother. And I'm never going to see him again. I feel a tear slip out from my closed eyelids and I let it fall down my cheek. Better to allow this to happen now than when I am being…observed. I sit up and press my palms hard into my eyes, willing the tears to stop. After a few moments I breathe in deeply and glance outside my cell. I'm completely alone, which is odd. Judging by the vocabulary of the people that I have met I would have thought that they'd have been smart enough to place a guard outside my cell. Obviously not. But I am glad for the solitude as I return to the pathetic excuse for a bed and again attempt to break the barriers of my mind palace. Fortunately this time I am successful and I allow my body to relax as I lock the unwanted emotions down deep into the depths of my mind. Back where they belong.
After what must have been several hours, I opened my eyes. Breathing in deeply I sit up and survey my surroundings. Still locked up, still no one around. But the silence was eerily overwhelming, the type that is normally heard in the dead of the night. I glance at my wrist watch to check the time, but the bloody thing is smashed. Perfect. I rip it off my wrist and throw it against the wall in frustration, the watch face with a satisfying smash and I smirk as it hits the bottom of the cell, that'll get their attention. Sure enough seconds later a red-shirted guard rushes into the room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He shouts, spit spraying onto the glass as he glares at me. He's a brute of a man, short cropped hair, dull black pig-like eyes and a liking towards custard crème's apparently, judging by the crumbs left on his left lapel and corners of his mouth.
"Simply entertaining myself. What else do you expect me to do when confined to this tiny room?" I look him dead in the eye, clearly making him uncomfortable. "And I wish to speak with your first officer, the tall one with the pointy ears." The guard looked confused, but quickly shook himself out of his idiot-like stupor and frowned at me.
"Commander Spock doesn't have time to speak to scum like you. He'll talk to you when he deems necessary. And stop throwing things at the walls! You'll dent the interior." With that he spun on his heel and began stalking out of the room, not before I mumble,
"Retreating to name calling, an obvious sign of incompetency." I keep my voice low, but loud enough for him to hear. He stops, turns around to look at me.
"What did you say?" I simply raise an eyebrow and stare him down; eventually the man turns around and leaves the room. Grumbling something about 'not wanting to deal with this shit.' I smirk and return to my bed. I need to get that 'Commander Spock' as he is referred as, back down here. He seems to be the only one with a bit of sense on this ship, and if I am to get out of this cell and find John, I'm going to need his assistance. I despise asking for their help but I know it is the only logical way to get myself out of this situation. Sitting on this slab of metal isn't doing anything for me, so I recommence my pacing. Suddenly, I feel myself slam into the side wall of the cell as the entire ship is hit by an enormous force. Groaning I attempt to get up, only to be thrown back on my stomach by another explosion. Something is wrong. Three different guards race into the room as I try to recollect my vision. One of them comes inside the cell and forces me up.
"Get on the bed! Now!" He yells in my ears as we're nearly knocked off our feet again as the ship lurches. He forces me back down onto the bed and pushes an invisible button. I involuntarily jerk as mechanical seat-belts strap themselves around my shoulders, restraining me to the bed. But I refuse to be left unbeknownst to what is going on.
"What the hell is going on?! TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING!" I shout as the guard begins shutting the glass of my cell. He catches my eye and that's when I figure it out. They don't know what's happening either. This shouldn't be happening. This ship is under attack and not a single person on board knows what's going on.
End of chapter 5! Thank you all so much for following me on this story and I hope that you're still enjoying it :D
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Sorry about the continuous cliffhangers, I've always been awful at endings :/