Benedict story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 31
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T rated but some future chapters may be M.
A/N: Important. Benedict will at times be referred to as Ben or Benedict since he believes that to be his name.
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"Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder "
~August Wilson
14 hours Later
Current Day
Thomas looked warily around. He had come alone. It was too dangerous otherwise. He had been waiting for hours but still stayed.
He crouched on the forest floor. The sun had risen. It was more dangerous now. He had no choice. The beautiful but humid forest near the mansion had a covering of the greenest moss that covered the ground like a carpet. This part of the country had a dense jacket of trees unlike the majority of the country. It was not a far drive from the coast. The temperature even at the current time of the year was warm.
Mary Myer came up to Thomas. "We were worried about you." Thomas said with a smile.
Mary smiled in return. "Security has been tight. I barely made it undetected today. We must be quick." She looked around concerned as she spoke.
"Here then, there are three phones, undetectable, ten minutes call time each. Each has a onetime use then dispose of it and use the next phone. Three guns, plastic, it should not set the alarms off. Encrypted instructions are inside the bag. By the way, Holmes may have been experimented on and may be hostile." Myers quickly took it all in as she took the equipment.
"Why two guns?" She asked quickly.
"Doctor Watson has been captured. If you can get near him, and he's still physically able to use a gun, an extra gun will be valuable." Thomas said as he looked in her eyes.
"I see," Mary said grimly.
"I think Adler is in trouble, I have not seen her for over fourteen hours. I haven't seen her, Doctor Yáng, or her assistant." Mary reported.
"Any more good news?" Myers asked sarcastically. They heard the sound of footsteps.
"Yes, you have on good shoes for running, Go! I'll lead them away from you, you must get undetected back into the mansion."
"Thomas…" Mary started to protest. Thomas interrupted Myers.
"Go now!" He insisted.
"Good luck," She said and with a nod, they were off, running in opposite directions, both for their lives.
"Who are you?"
Thomas said nothing.
"Who are you?" One of the guards asked again.
"I work for Madam; she said to meet her outside." Thomas did not want them to suspect that Mycroft discovered their location.
"Did she now?" The guard smiled. I think Mr. Moriarty would want to hear about this.
Moment's Later
Moriarty was about to order him shot when his face broke into a smile. Time to test the results of the Doctor's procedure. How far could he manipulate the detective?
"Bring Benedict," it is time to see how far I can push him, Moriarty thought.
"Do you mean that you want me to bring Holmes, Sir?" Sebastian asked Moriarty. He seemed concerned that Moriarty appeared to be caught up in the fantasy. He was calling Holmes, Ben or Benedict, even when the Consultant Detective was not around. It was not like Moriarty to be sloppy in his affairs.
"I. Mean. Bring. Me. Benedict," Moriarty said as he advanced on Sebastian.
"Yes Sir," Sebastian said immediately as he left.
Moriarty decided that he would be entertained one way or another.
Benedict was in the library with a guard just outside. He was reading and put away some of his material casually. He discreetly slipped a paper in his inner jacket pocket when he heard footsteps approaching.
Sebastian was behind Benedict. Benedict ignored him as he read the science book in his hands. Sebastian finally spoke as he tried to hide his irritation.
"Mr. Moriarty wishes to see you now." Sebastian was irritated to have to even pretend to be subservient to this no one. He could not see Moriarty's fascination with the younger Holmes.
"Sir." Benedict said as he continued to read.
"Excuse me?" Sebastian said confused.
"I don't think I will excuse you." Benedict got up and walked to his face. This particular man irritated him. He would be careful not to turn his back on him.
"Sir, call me sir." Benedict said was a voice of steel.
Rage flashed across Sebastian's face before he was able to hide it. The soldier stood in Benedict's face and said nothing.
The ringing in his ears died down and the stars in his eyes faded as the room came back into focus.
Benedict smiled sweetly. He walked nose to nose as he looked as the slightly shorter man.
"Sir," Benedict repeated, "Or, would you like to turn the other cheek, figuratively and literally?"
Sebastian's blood seemed to be on fire. He was a killer by nature and he had to clinch his hands to keep from strangling the man.
"Sir," Sebastian said with barely contained rage. A forced smile came to his face. Soon Moriarty would get tired of this game of his. At that time, he would be the one to offer to hurt Sherlock Holmes and his house pet Watson and the woman, whoever she was.
Benedict took the soldier's reactions and analyzed them curiously. He suddenly knew this man would kill him if he had a chance. He was determined not to give him one.
"You may lead the way to Jim." Benedict said sweetly.
Sebastian body stiffened as he heard Holmes refer to Moriarty so casually. Perhaps he would have to be the one to enlighten Moriarty. He would have to show him how dangerous a game he was playing. It would have to be something major for Moriarty to give up the game and just kill or torture the annoying man as originally planned. Sebastian thought of something. He almost could not resist the urge to smile.
"You're dismissed. I'll escort Mr. Moriarty's brother to him personally." The guard only nodded once and left.
"This way Sir, I am sorry. I don't know what came over me." Sebastian led the way through the back of the house. It was quite a walk and he came to a door and walked close to the area of the house where the servants stayed.
They came to a door that was well hidden and would have been passed unnoticed if not pointed out.
Sebastian paused to tie his shoes by the door. "Sorry Sir, just a moment."
"Where does that door open to?" Benedict was told that there would be gaps in his memories after the accident, but it was odd that an entire section of the mansion was missing from his memories.
"Oh that, best not to go there…Sir," Sebastian said with just the right touch of fear in his voice.
As expected, Benedict ignored him. He walked up to the knob of the door and attempted to turn the handle. "It's locked," Benedict thought out loud.
"Oh course Sir; it's for your safety..." Sebastian pretended to have let a secret slip. "Um, Sir we'd better go."
Benedict stood still, his curiosity irritating him. He could not resist a puzzle. He looked at the door.
"Sir your brother will be upset with me if we take much longer." Sebastian said with a little more fear.
"Then be succinct and talk fast," Benedict suggested with one hand on his chin as he gazed at the lock.
Sebastian took a deep breath and spoke reluctantly; at least that is how he hoped that he sounded. "Your brother just captured two of the three persons who were personally responsible for your … kidnapping then torture. I don't know much about it Sir. One is the woman who pretended to be your love and lured you away to the criminal known as the doctor. He personally took part in your…um…difficulties."
False memories mixed with real memories of the year before and his torture, assaulted his mind. Benedict closed his eyes and shook slightly. He refused to fall apart around the soldier. "Give me the key." Benedict said in a low voice.
"Sir, you can't…" Sebastian started.
Benedict held Sebastian by the collar, "I believe I said, give me the key!" Benedict growled. "Don't bother to tell me that you do not have it, you order everyone in this place around with the exception of Moriarty."
"Sir, might I suggest a way that does not involve unpleasant things being done to me and your brother locking you away." Sebastian asked with both hands up in surrender.
"I'm listening," Benedict said with narrowed eyes.
"Later tonight, I'll leave the door unlocked and there will be no guards. She will be gagged and bound. Tomorrow night it can be his turn he'll be bound and gagged as well. I'll arrange for all the guards to be away for four hours each night, that's plenty of play time." Sebastian waited.
"Agreed," Benedict said as he let go of Sebastian and walked away.
When Sebastian's back was to Benedict, he could not help a small smile.
Idiot, he thought to himself. Tonight he would see his friends, his memory would return and Moriarty would be forced to see the foolishness of his game, or Holmes would not remember, he would kill his friends in a blind fit of anger. Moriarty would see that Benedict was out of control and change the game. Either way the nonsense would be over. He would even volunteer to do overtime and torture them personally.
Moreover, to think, the man was supposed to be a genius, not a moron. It was almost too easy, like taking candy from a baby. Sebastian's smile widened. He let his smile drop before walking through the doors.
Benedict walked outside and came into the beautiful clearing next to the mansion.
Moriarty watched as Sebastian walked up to the group. He rolled his eyes before speaking irritably. "What did you have to do Seb, give birth to him?"
"Sorry brother, it was my fault," Benedict interrupted with a contrite look.
Moriarty's attention turned to Sebastian's red cheek. "Run into something?" Moriarty asked curious.
"Yes brother, my hand. He forgot to call me Sir." Benedict said casually.
Moriarty frowned for a minute as he processed everything. He suddenly broke out into laughter.
"Better not forget to say Sir, next time," Moriarty advised.
Sebastian concentrated on showing no emotion.
"Follow me Ben." The group of three walked a short distance into the forest. The tall trees became a little more dense and light became slightly dimmer, the air cooler. He came across a man who was on his knees with two strong hands holding him in that position. One was on his left, the other on his right. Ben looked at the man on the ground. Something itched at the back of his mind. Moriarty's voice brought him back to his reality.
"This man works for our rivals. For the group that kidnapped you. I am about to shoot him but as I said before little brother, It's time for you to get your hands dirty. You need to do this, You don't want me to be disappointed in you do you," Moriarty whispered so that only they could hear.
"I think I could live with that," Benedict said quietly back.
"No you could not," Moriarty insisted.
"Do it. Do it… Now," he added.
Benedict felt the familiar war and tug as two parts of himself, warred. He curled his hands into fists to resist the urge he felt to reach for the gun.
"Take the gun, pull the trigger, you'll feel so much better once you do, it only gets easier. It did for me after my first killing." He whispered again.
"We're made for each other Benedict. We're the same you and I. Why fight, aren't you tired of fighting your nature." Moriarty whispered in Ben's ear.
"Yes," Benedict noticed himself saying.
The man on his knees eyes traveled to Holmes then to Moriarty. He did not say a word but his face showed shock. It was quickly hidden but not before Benedict noticed it.
The restrained man locked eyes with Benedict. It was as if he was trying to tell him something. Ben's head felt the familiar pain as the man looked in his eyes. He still held his gaze for a few seconds but had to look away. He was not sure why regret almost overwhelmed him.
Sebastian smiled. The man Holmes was not a killer even with all the mind manipulation in the world. Maybe Moriarty would tire of the game now.
Ben looked away from the group, from the madness to the forest. They were standing close to a gradual decline in the ground.
His mind took over; he looked around as he thought to himself and processed.
"Atlantic cedars, Scientific name: Cedrus Atlantica, English name: Atlantic Cedar or Atlas Cedar ...
This location contains various species that reached up to the sky some growing low to the grown…
This location contains dull colored grass…
The dull color of the grass is effectively contrasted by the rich and deep color green of the moss carpet the covers the majority of the ground...
The humidity is good for the plants growth. I would guess seven to ten percent humidity…
A few scattered cork trees, Oaks, junipers, and various plants scattered in between the cedars."
A breeze blew his hair first in then out of his face. He closed his eyes for a second to feel the warm breeze and listen to the birds sing.
It really was quite a beautiful place for a murder.
Benedict opened his eyes. His eyes traveled back as he looked wordlessly at his brother. Moriarty looked disappointingly at Ben. Jim nodded as he sighed and one of his men aimed the gun at the man's head at point blank range.
"Wait," Ben said loud enough for everyone to hear. He glanced at the man on the ground. He looked him up and down, really looked. The man locked eyes with him. He looked more concerned than afraid.
Why?
Ben's hands suddenly stopped shaking as he put his mask in place and locked the world out. His body stilled. His eyes became calculating, they traveled taking everything in.
Ben made a decision.