A sharp pain seared Amy's face as she awoke from her nightmares, the lighting around her affected her eyesight, as she began to regain consciousness, adjusting her perception to the bright room.
She could feel her damp hair against a pillow, as she felt blood trickle vertically down her jaw bone, into her drenched hair line as it hit the pillow below, staining it a vibrant red.
Amy tried to move herself from her position, not knowing how long she had been in this hell. She wrenched frantically at the tough knots binding her hands, securing her to the bed, the thick coarse rope ripping into her skin, cuts and abrasions now forming on her pale thin wrists.
She could feel tape secured tightly around her mouth, her breathing stifled, only able to breathe properly through her nasal passage.
She focussed on her fuzzy surroundings, as she tried to work out where she was.
Daze and confusion encircling her mind, the pain was making her head pound, objects hard to distinguish as she tried to focus on the blurry figure that approached her.
"Morningggg!" Moriarty said as he bounded next to Amy, bouncing up and down on the mattress with pure glee.
He patted the pillow down, and fixed her creased mattress for himself. He stood up leisurely to adjust the light pink curtains surrounding the double bed.
"Diddd you sleep okk? He said as he stared down at her with a wink, already noticing Amy's confused expression, she was totally lost to where they were. He popped a piece of chewing gum into his mouth before he smoothed down his dark slicked back hair.
"Talk about fancyyyy living." He grinned psychotically at Amy, as he beckoned Sebastian to stand by the door, his theatrical fingers beginning to lose patience.
His childish jeers had really started to wind Amy up now, her lack of energy almost running on empty.
She began to struggle and whimper as she gave the rope all the Scottish might she could muster, as she tried to escape.
The rope cut deeper into her hands, the red scratch marks circling her blood stained wrists.
"Now now Miss Pondddd, your feisty attitude will be the death of youuuu!" He sneered at her, as he turned away to type on his phone to Sherlock.
TEXT MESSAGE
Sentiment clouding your thoughts?
JM
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His voice made her heart double in speed, afraid his persona might suddenly flip once more. His Irish accent had become melodious and full of menace, the glee exuding from his speech now, the deeper he went into his plan, the more enjoyment he seemed to exhibit.
Her breathing had increased dramatically; she was finding it very hard to keep to a steady rhythm every time the maniac spoke.
Amy hated the volume of Moriarty's gum chewing; it made him even more formidable, the silence was deafening around them apart from the sound of loud chewing, Amy's ragged breaths and the repetitive tapping from Moriarty's fingers against his phone.
The faint sound of Sebastian bashing his heel against the door frame, now joining together with the other sounds echoing the room. She lay still, tears fell vertically down her cheek, mixing together with the blood stained pillow below.
Moriarty spun around after hearing Amy's sniffles, he took pleasure in the fear she was feeling, it made the game more substantial.
He stared at her before pausing, as he pulled out a hanky from the top pocket of his suit, wiping Amy's tear away.
"You are ruining your lovely beddingggg." He taunted at her, chewing loudly right above her face.
"Do you like fairy tales Miss Ameliaaaa Ponddd?" He enquired as he back tracked to his story telling persona.
"Your name is quite fairy tale in itself, anyone ever told you that?" He began as Amy flinched when his hand wiped away her tears, she hated looking this vulnerable.
Moriarty's plan was working.
She had started to wish Sherlock or her magic Doctor would come and save her, she had no other choice.
Moriarty started to notice an expression of apprehension plastered over Amy's face; he decided to let her speak.
He grabbed her gag in one tight fist and ripped it off in a burning, sharp motion amplifying Amy's screams of anguish.
Amy howled as loud as she could, this man only had a black conscience, he wasn't afraid to make her beg for mercy.
Moriarty pouted at Amy and held one of his threatening fingers against her dry lips to stop her cacophonousscreams.
"Stay away from me Moriarty." She said, as she tried to regain a calm composure, her heart rate made her pulse almost visible against her neck.
"HA HA! What you going to do about it ginger!" "Pray for your magic Sherloooccckkk? Hmm?" Moriarty bellowed at her as he took his hand away from her mouth, tapping her twice on the shoulder in a patronising fashion, as he began typing on his phone once more.
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Stop taking everything so seriously
JM
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His repetitive gum chewing paused momentarily as he clicked powerfully at Sebastian, commanding him to come over.
Sebastian magnetised to Moriarty as he launched off the archway of the door frame following his click, standing to attention next to Amy.
"Good to know your pooch is trained well." Amy panted through ragged breath, as she pretended to be brave, struggling against her bonds once more, shooting Sebastian a dark glare.
Moriarty let out a piercing evil laugh as he pocketed his phone into his trouser pocket getting up from the mattress.
"You are an interesting one Miss Pond! I'll give you that!" Moriarty prolonged his sentences as he spoke.
"Yet there is something I can't quite figure out..." Moriarty melodramatically pondered at her, tapping his lip theatrically.
Sebastian hovered over the bed standing next to Moriarty, whispering into his ear, before Sebastian turned and chortled to himself at the helpless Amy.
Sebastian trudged out of the room momentarily before returning with a tray of utensils.
"Listen ginger, sorry about this next part, it's all part of the plan. Shame I didn't meet you first before Sherlock, you have a lot of promise! I may keep my eye on you...if you live to tell this errrmm fairy tale." He said winking a snigger echoing through his stilted speech, as he picked up a funnel from the tray Sebastian was holding.
Amy fixed her eyes on the funnel, fear circling her thoughts, as she struggled harder than ever to be free, whimpering as the funnel was brought closer to her face.
"No please don't do this!" She began to plead at them. Moriarty smirked as he listened to her last prayers.
"Listen to me, Sherlock doesn't care!" She continued. "The only person who does is miles away right now and he's my best friend so whatever you have planned, he will find you, I guarantee that!" Amy said heroically as she spat the words at Moriarty, hoping she hadn't just unleashed too much information, her lack of energy now beginning to play tricks with her.
Sebastian was standing at the table next to Moriarty as he crushed up sleeping pills into a powder and blended it with, what smelt to Amy like an alcoholic spirit, the smell engulfed the room, making Amy feel sick.
Moriarty momentarily questioned what Amy had just blabbed about, before squeezing Amy sharply under the cheekbones, wrenching Amy's lips open.
She began to choke, as she spluttered, trying to spit it out, her head being forced back as she gulped back the liquid overdose being forced down her throat as she stared up one last time at the dark sadistic face of James Moriarty.
"Are you ready for the tale?" Moriarty began as Amy's head started to become floppy in his arms, his speech being the last thing she would hear, before succumbing to the blackness of her unconscious being.
"This is the story of the brave little princess...She fought and fought with all her might, her Sir-boast-a-lot was nowhere to be seen, the clever villain triumphed, sleeping beauty, time for you to dream dream dreammmm..." He poeticallyrehearsed his lines, singing the last prose he spoke.
Amy barely heard Moriarty's last tease, as she succumbed to the blackness, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, feeling cold and alone as she sank deeper and deeper down into never ending sleep.
Moriarty and Sebastian grabbed Amy's floppy ragdoll wrists as the unbound her from her captive form, laying her lightly as if in a pleasant sleep, as she fell deeper into the caliginous abyss.
Moriarty decided a more personal approach with his message to Sherlock would rile him up even more. He stared at Amy sleeping, clapping his hands triumphantly at the sleeping figure.
He grabbed a dark marker pen and a knife from his satin inside pocket.
He scrawled the message on her arm before carving his initials with the sharp knife into the palm of her deathly cold hand.
Where is her knight in shining armour now?
JM
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MEANWHILE
"It's a castle, possibly something more modern." Sherlock began as he frantically researched places visible on the kidnappers boot matter.
"John, the vegetation on their feet is somewhere quite far away, also another inclination to the fairy tales he's so desperate to include me in. It's Moriarty we are dealing with; he is all about causing a show." Sherlock continued, turning his head from side to side as he dismissed yet another theory.
John had left the room half an hour ago to change out of his pyjamas, Sherlock still chatting to himself as he re entered the room.
He came back into the room with two cups of coffee for Sherlock and himself.
He had noticed Sherlock hadn't slept a wink; his cheekbones now more distinguished almost emaciated from his lack of food and his eye circles dark and malnourished.
"Sherlock, would you like me to make you something to eat?" John said worried about the state of his friend.
"I'm working John! Please stop asking such stupid questions." Sherlock replied bluntly back to him, before locking his eyes once more with his microscope.
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Sentiment clouding your thoughts?
JM
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Sherlock heard the beeping of his phone in his top pocket before he rolled his eyes and continued to work.
"John, get my phone for me." He said as he picked up a piece of vegetation with a pair of silver tweezers.
John narrowed his eyes as he realised where his phone was, he obliged as he realised Sherlock wasn't going in the mood to be civil, he checked his phone for the new message.
"Sherlock, how much does Moriarty know about Amy?" John asked looking worried at the text that now appeared on Sherlock's phone.
"Camera's remember John; he's been watching us since the bombings, obvious." Sherlock said as he continued scouting matter, barely acknowledging anything else in the room.
John looked horrified as he remembered how unforgiving Moriarty had been to him when he had strapped the bomb to his chest, he prayed in his mind Amy was safe, Moriarty wouldn't be as cruel to her...would he?
"There is matter of grass, gravel and a substance of food...vinegar residue affected by the acid John." Sherlock continued as he picked up another piece of vegetation separating it from the last one.
Sherlock suddenly snatched his phone from John as he started typing very quickly, researching castles close to London.
TEXT MESSAGE:
Stop taking everything so seriously
JM
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Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the new text, as he realised exactly where Amy was being held. Moriarty giving Sherlock clues was something that wound him up to the point of explosion; he roughly pocketed his phone into his suit pocket as he jumped up from the table.
"John I know where Amelia is." Sherlock began as he quickly grabbed his coat from the back of his wooden chair, his legs still adjusting to the standing pose he had now adopted, pins and needles forming from sitting on the same chair all night.
Sherlock looked at John as he started to hurry around picking up items from the flat he would need.
"Mrs Hudson!" Sherlock exclaimed as he dashed around the room once more.
John, put down the paper he was looking in as he messily placed his coffee on top of the newspaper print, staining it with splashes of Americano.
"It's the Castle mound B&B John, obvious." Sherlock began with a tut.
"It closed down a while back; passersby would completely ignore its location, now buried under the foliage." Sherlock finalised as he began grabbing more equipment, recapping his mind palace files of how to get there.
John reacted quickly jumping up and pocketing his gun into his waist band, prepared for Moriarty's onslaught.
Mrs Hudson knocked lightly on the door.
"Yoo Hoo" She quivered as she tried to get their attention, watching them both hurry frantically around the room, adoration in her glance.
"You off somewhere boys?" She asked with a worried expression, as she watched Sherlock and John dive around the room as they pocketed more necessities.
"Mrs Hudson, we are off to get Amy, we know where she is." John said wrapping himself up into his coat and picking up a first aid kit to take with him, hoping he wouldn't have to use it. He prayed to himself Amy's casualties were only minor.
"Oh you clever boys! Do you want me to get hold of Greg?" Mrs Hudson began as she leaned lightly against the door frame, brushing the self raising flour out of her green apron.
Sherlock tutted and rolled his eyes, he didn't want Lestrade or anyone but John and himself there, but something told him Amy would need a lot of medical attention. The idea of that evil leprechaun hurting someone Sherlock cared about riled him up to no end.
John sensed Sherlock's reaction and gave Mrs Hudson a more civil reply.
"How about we give Lestrade a ring when we find the place?" John continued looking at Sherlock for recognition. Talking to Sherlock and Mrs Hudson now.
"Fine." Sherlock muttered under his breath, as he jumped down the stairs to the front door.
John followed him closely giving Mrs Hudson a sweet smile before following Sherlock out the door quickly.
"Ok boys well be safe!" Mrs Hudson shouted back to them as they hurried outside and jumped in the first cab.
They arrived outside the derelict building covered in ivory, just on the outskirts of east London.
The pub sign had scrawled writing defacing the chalk painting behind of a castle surrounded by a moat. The writing was similar to Jim Moriarty's fax writing.
John and Sherlock approached the outside.
The sign read:
FAR FAR AWAY
The front door of the building had been boarded up to look like a portcullis, the windows had all been smashed in, jagged glass jutted out in every direction.
"Moriarty seems to have set up shop here Sherlock, how long has he been planning this?" John continued as he looked around the outside in horror.
"Clearly I'm not the only one who likes to deface walls." Sherlock quipped as he dissected every bit of information at the front of this building, picking up pieces of glass from the floor.
"Quick let's find Amelia." Sherlock said as he tried to see sense shaking John to follow him.
John shot three bullets directly into the lock on the door, hitting them perfectly. They both helped to pull off the borders to the front door as the clambered through the obstacle filled empty building.
Inside the B&B still looked relatively new, except now covered in dusty transparent sheets. They found the staircase to the highest room.
"Something tells me it'll be the room right at the...tower." Sherlock mentioned quietly to John, venom filled his speech, as they continued to climb up the disserted stairs to the top floor; the lift was out of use, broken with blood stains across the metal.
John shuddered at Moriarty's style; this was a game he didn't want to play.
They ran down the last corridor as the reached the top room.
Sherlock raised his large graceful fingers against the stain glass door panel as he paused for a second, before using brute force of his shoulder to barge open the door.
John stood watch at the door, afraid Moriarty might've left one of his accomplices watching them.
Sherlock frantically entered the room searching for Amy. He observed the upturned carpet heading towards the other room, as he scanned the room once over and followed it cautiously ready to call John if he needed his guns man.
Sherlock approached Amy, he paused in horror observing Amy's colour in skin, her pallid skin almost looking iridescent in the light, shining down on her. He observed the amount of blood surrounding her, the strong smell of iron and alcoholic spirits still encircling the room.
"John! Get in here!" Sherlock said his calm facade fading as he started to panic at Amy's state, trying to pick her floppy body up into his, as he decided to hold her tightly as an instinct.
John hurried in as quickly as possible before noticing Amy, lifeless in Sherlock's arms.
"Oh god Sherlock!..I.s...sh.e...br..eathing?" John said, stuttering through his words.
"You tell me idiot! You are the doctor here!" Sherlock said curt, annoyed at John for asking such a stupid question at such an urgent time.
John held his hand out to Amy's blood stained scratched wrists trying to find a pulse.
"Her pulse is there but it's fading quickly, we need to get her medical attention now." John said abruptly as he rang up Lestrade.
Sherlock stared intently at the marks on Amy's wrists, reading the scrawled writing placed carelessly against the inside of her right arm.
Where is her knight in shining armour now?
JM
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Sherlock noticed the initials had been carved into her skin with a knife, he felt a strong rage bubbling up inside of him, he imagined Moriarty teasing and torturing Amelia, it was causing him to see red.
Sherlock didn't like the idea of Moriarty hurting anyone he cared about, Mrs Hudson, John, Amelia...especially when it was a game to aggravate him.
"Lestrade get an ambulance down to the Castle mound B&B now!" John shouted down the phone, as he stared at Sherlock holding Amy.
Sherlock was brushing the blood soaked hair out of her face, as he sat there unsure of what to do.
Moriarty was right; Sherlock's sentiment was visible now.
The ambulance arrived outside shortly after, John had gone to meet them out the front whilst Sherlock sat with Amy in his arms, he paused and stared at her for a moment confused by how upset he was feeling over her lifeless state.
He carefully and lightly scooped Amy into his arms as he brought her down the stairs, Amy's light body cold and tiny in Sherlock's engulfing arms as Lestrade stared at them both in shock.
"Oh god! It's Amy!" Lestrade shouted in horror as he examined Amy barely alive in Sherlock's arms.
Sherlock lifted Amy out of the door, the police had bashed down the portcullis door completely now making it easy to get her out.
Sherlock placed Amy gently on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance as the paramedics began to resuscitate her straight away, placing gas and air around her mouth, trying everything to get a rhythm.
Sherlock held Amy's hand, he was feeling complete guilt, all of this had been his fault. Why did Amelia confuse his mind so much? Sherlock thought as he watched Amy still lifeless and cold.
Amy began to cough, as a massive intake of breath soon followed; she began to return to consciousness, her pallid skin starting to collect some colour as she breathed heavily.
The pain in her head was throbbing, her vision still blurry.
She saw what looked to her like Sherlock sitting by her side in the ambulance. She gave him a sweet smile as she whispered to him gently, hardly any breath left for her to use.
"Sher...l..o...c..k.." She whispered still smiling at him. "I'..m so s..o..rr..y" She continued, before she took a massive intake of breath, already beginning to feel herself improve.
"I shouldn't have gone out, I should've waited for you to get ..bba...cckk." She said spluttering once more.
"Shhh." Sherlock whispered at her, looking around making sure no one was watching him before placing a kiss lightly on her forehead.
"Rest now" He whispered to her, relief now started filling his features as Amy started to talk more coherently.
"Thanks for...saving m..e.." Amy finished before closing her eyes, barely able to lift her head, exhaustion enclosing around her.
Sherlock blushed a light scarlet as he awkwardly started to clear his throat.
John rushed into the ambulance after talking through Amy's ordeal with Lestrade.
"Is she ok?" John asked, looking at Amy. He began to check her abrasions with his first aid kit, as he explained to the paramedic that he was a doctor.
"Amy I'm just checking your cuts and bruises, need to make sure none of them have become septic." John said reluctantly to a dozy Amy, picking up her arms, and inspecting the initials etched into her palm.
Sherlock scurried out of the ambulance behind John hoping he hadn't noticed the change in colour of Sherlock's cheeks.
"Now Amy you must get some rest, I'll talk to Lestrade and see what he wants to do about your recovery." John said with a friendly smile before pausing to hear Sherlock and Lestrade having a shouting match outside the ambulance doors. He rolled his eyes as he lightly shut the ambulance doors to let Amy sleep, as he decided to break up the commotion.
"You want her to give you a statement now!" "Is your IQ really as dumb as Anderson's Lestrade?" "Think about what you are saying!" Sherlock snarled at Lestrade, pointing at the ambulance Amy was sleeping in, before sharply gesturing to Lestrades forehead.
"Sherlock, timing!" John began, exasperated by Sherlock's lack of thought.
"Maybe we should..errmm...get you home." John continued as he tried to calm Sherlock's explosive temper, as he encouraged him to leave.
"Are you going to let us take Amy to hospital then?" Lestrade began, worn out by Sherlock's sudden change in personality.
John seeing Sherlock's stressed out attitude about to rise once more, answered quickly for him before Sherlock punched Lestrade straight in the mouth.
"Errmm well Greg...Seeing as I'm a doctor and Amy probably won't want to wake up in a hospital bed full of strangers..." John hinted at Lestrade knowing just how to play him.
"Fine, but if I have a mutiny on my hands from you two bending the rules once more, I'm holding you both personally responsible!" Lestrade said shortly, before gesturing to his squad to leave them at it.
John jumped into the front of the ambulance as he directed the paramedic back to their flat.
Sherlock decided to jump into the back of the ambulance, sitting next to Amy watching her sleep as they sped towards 221 B once more.
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It seems Sherlock Holmes has a heart.
JM
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"Just as I suspecccttedd!" Moriarty said to himself gleefully, as he realised Sherlock's weakness.
"Basssstiiiaaannnn! Bravooo! We have found Sherlock Holmes' weakness." Moriarty sang the words as he rocked back and forth on his swivelly chair behind his desk.
"This darling little Amelia Pond seems to have charmed our cold hearted detective." Moriarty exclaimed as he started to scrawl scruffy handwriting down on some black lined paper in front of himself.
"This is EVVEEENNN MOREEE fun than I could've imagined!" Moriarty drawled as he launched himself away from the desk in front of him to continuously spin in circles on his chair.
"Bastian, I've got a little treat in store...grab your coat we are going for a little trip." Moriarty schemed as he stopped spinning and starting to plan.
Sebastian came through to the room, holding his rifle, having just cleaned his suppressor and cheek piece, watching Moriarty's ecstatic expression.
"Where to boss?" Sebastian asked, rubbing the cloth against the length of the weapon, intrigued by Moriarty's new plan.
Moriarty smiled a devilish smile, evil malice pasted on each corner of his grin.
"Leadworth." He declared.