Benedict story
Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 43
A disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to BBC along with the talented writers and amazing Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch. No money was made. The story however is my original thought, and comes out of my overactive imagination. Other characters introduced are also mine.
Thank you. Love and hugs.
T rated but some future chapters may be M.
Warning. A little rough at some parts.
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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It is a little over 4 weeks since the explosion.
Enjoy.
Love 2 all.
"Have the courage to say no. Have the courage to face the truth. Do the right thing because it is right.
These are the magic keys to living your life with integrity." ~W. Clement Stone
Two Hours Earlier
Current Day
He looked at the mountains, it was beautiful with the turquoise sky behind it. Benedict leaned back on the leather seat as he took the last sip of his soda. They were entering an area with heavy high bush and a forest area pushed back from the woods. The temperature almost immediately dropped to a more comfortable degree after leaving the long stretch of open space.
"We're almost to the safe-house Sir." The young soldier said with a concerned look on his face.
The young soldier had noticed that his eyes were heavy and his speech more slurred. He just did not look good. Against Leman's protest, the young soldier had contacted Agent Myers with his concerns. A man she gave her mobile phone over to had instructed the young soldier to keep him awake and hydrated.
Benedict eyes closed. "SIR!" the young soldier tapped his shoulder firmly with his hand.
Benedict's eyes flew open. He blinked then rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes. He looked around as his eyes rested on the soldier sitting next to him.
"Sir, maybe we could talk that might help you stay awake," he said.
"Sl…Slap me if you have to," he slurred, "but…" Ben raised his eyelids in an attempt to stay awake.
"But, don't let me sl…" What was he going to say? Benedict thought he heard shouting and felt hands on him, but he could not be sure as the darkness claimed him.
Current Day
Earlier
Twelve vehicles flew through streets and highways. Three were coming from the mansion with John Watson in the middle jeep. Four were coming on their way through Tangier. Three were on their way to the safe-house. And two vehicles were attempting to be low keyed as it drove through the streets of Morocco after crossing the border.
Doctor John Watson drove in the jeep as his thoughts went to Sherlock. He started out almost two hours behind. At the speed they were traveling, he would be with Sherlock in a little over an hour. He looked as they were coming to the end of the forest now. He could see some mountains. He rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned his shirt. The temperature was rising.
A tourist named Mr. Jones and his wife entered the country for a holiday in Casa or Dar el Baida, more popularly known as Casablanca with two friends. Five minutes later, another vehicle full of friends crossed the border as well. They met with the first group that passed ten minutes later.
Mr. Jones and his wife drove quickly on. The tourist sported blue jeans that were pressed with a perfect crease. His hand held and umbrella despite the fact that there were no clouds in the sky.
Two Hours Earlier
Current Day
Benedict heard sounds that floated into his mind. He with great difficulty opened his eyes. he stared in disbelief as he noticed a gun pointed at his head. They were pulled to the side of the road. The young soldier had his gun out and pointed at the head of the soldier named Leman. Leman has his gun pointed at Benedict.
Benedict shook his head and winced. His nose was wet. He reflectively dabbed under his nose with the back of his hand. He wiped away both the wet and some of the dried blood. A small amount still dripped out of one nostril. It was as if he had a nosebleed while he was sleeping. His mind started to clear now. He looked at the driver who was slumped on the ground. He was at an odd angle to his body. His open vacant eyes let Benedict know that he was dead.
Benedict's mind without his permission took everything in, in seconds he made a deduction.
Stopped to use the bathroom or loo break or check on me-
Leman broke the driver's neck- It was silent-
He did not expect the young soldier to be a threat-
He surprised him by being quick to get his gun out-
I had somehow fallen asleep- which was a bit not good-
I have been unresponsive for at least twenty minutes judging by the dried blood on my nose and neck-
Leman took advantage probably telling the driver to pull over for a few minutes for bathroom break and so that he could make sure that, I was alright.
Benedict looked in Leman's eyes and frowned.
He looks entirely too confident, Ben thought, more of his comrades are on the way-
More than a bit not good.
He looked in Leman's eyes while he reached into his pocket discreetly. He pushed the button to John. He hoped that even though he could not talk that John would hear what was happening and know that he was in trouble. His body was slumped to the side and back. He hoped that he still looked dazed enough for Leman not to suspect anything. The two seemed to be occupied yelling at each other.
"… I would rather not shoot you but just knock you out. You were one of the few people who were kind to me." The killer meant what he said. Something about the young soldier reminded him of his brother. He would do what was necessary but preferred not to kill the boy. He had shown courage and surprised him with his quick wit.
"You know I cannot do that Sir, he is my responsibility now." The young soldier tried to move closer as he came toward the two. A warning shake of the head came from Leman, this stopped him.
"What is he to you anyway, you do not know him. I'll knock you out to make the story believable. I'll even give you some money for your troubles. With your father dying, doesn't your mother and sisters need money. Your salary is not enough. I can also see that you get more money in the future. You won't ever have to do anything but look the other way and pretend not to see things that occur as you are instructed. All your problems will be over if you just look the other way, cooperate with me, Abdul."
Abdul had a choice to make and he quickly made it.
Benedict frowned and looked at the young soldier named Abdul. Abdul glanced at Benedict locking eyes with him for a fraction of a second then back at the other soldier. Benedict saw the answer in his eyes.
"Do the right thing because it is right," Abdul said.
"What," Leman said slightly annoyed.
"Do the right thing because it is right," Abdul repeated. "My father use to say that to me often. Maybe your father should have told you the same. We've had sodas together, I'm afraid we've bonded." Abdul took one-step closer as he took advantage of Leman's slight distraction.
Leman's face became like stone as he opened the door to where Sherlock was with one hand as his other hand stayed the gun on Ben's head. The gun moved slightly away from Ben as he half-dragged Benedict out the car.
A lot occurred in the next five seconds.
Benedict took advantage of the moment that the gun was off of his head to elbow Leman. Benedict wanted to tackle him but his normally graceful movements were jerky and uncoordinated, his legs rubbery under him as he collapsed. Leman's gun accidentally shifted toward Ben's chest.
Abdul intervened somehow pulling or knocking the gun away from Benedict's chest with the gun discharging. Benedict lay on the ground as he attempted to get up but his legs could not carry his weight and he collapsed on the ground again as the two men struggled briefly. The sound of flesh being struck was heard then a grunt of pain before Abdul lay motionless on the ground.
Leman was breathing hard and looked at both Benedict and the unconscious Abdul. He heard Several jeeps coming at one time and smiled. He looked at his watch. A little early. They would be there in ten to fifteen minutes. Plenty of time.
He looked at Benedict with anger. He dragged him into the bushes. Benedict tried to resist but in his weakened state all that he managed to do was to slow Leman down. He was not allowed to scar him but hurting and bruising was allowed. In fact, from the text that he received, it was encouraged. Benedict tried to fight back but it was as if his body and mind was disconnected. His movements were still jerky, weak, and too slow. It was not even a challenge for Leman.
Benedict laid face up in the dirt and winced when Leman grabbed him roughly by the shirt collar and pulled him up until they were nose to nose.
"D...Do you mine; your breath is rather offensive." Benedict said weakly as he blinked away the pain in his head. A part of Benedict told him to shut up. He did not have time to wonder why strangely, that part sounded a lot like John. Another part said to fight back in any way he could.
Leman looked at him strangely for a second then smiled. "You spoiled my playtime. I cannot do what I wanted but let us still have fun." He quickly hit Benedict in the abdomen three times. Pain shot through his body as each punch became more aggressive. The uncoordinated punch that Benedict attempted was easily grabbed, as Leman's other hand delivered a particularly brutal blow to the lower abdomen.
Benedict doubled over and he bit his lips to keep from crying out. A grunt of pain still escaped. He fought the nausea now as he swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut.
"I have to remember to not damage that pretty face of yours." He turned Benedict back on his back and gloated, "You're some important man, aren't you. How does it feel to be under my control?"
Benedict whispered something low and incoherent. Leman put his face next to Benedict with a look of satisfaction.
"Something you want to say, beg for mercy maybe?" Leman loved it when they begged. It sent a tingle through him whenever he had power over another living thing.
Leman put his face next to Benedict turning his head slightly to be able to hear. Benedict took every reserve of energy that remained in his body and used his head to hit Leman in the nose. A crunch sound was heard along with a yelp of pain from Leman. Leman pulled back reflectively as his hand came to his bleeding nose. Benedict also managed to spit in his face before collapsing and rolling on his side to clutch his head. His already hurting head was now ablaze in pain. He could not stop from moaning now.
Benedict preoccupied with pain, never noticed that Leman put his face next to Benedict. A murderous look crossed Leman's eyes. Leman wiped at the blood that was trickling down his nose and said evilly.
"Maybe we do have time to play after all," Leman flipped Benedict violently on his stomach. Benedict through his haze of pain noticed his body being moved. He heard disjointed words and thought he heard a gun. He felt his body being moved again. Benedict allowed the pain to take him away. His eyes closed again as a grey nothingness claimed him.
A/N: I originally had two more chapters but…you guessed it. I am rewriting them. Hopefully, up soon. Love to all.
Zacha