Elise had slipped back into the void of depression. She had stopped eating as much as she used to, becoming quiet and withdrawn once more. She did everything John and Sherlock asked of her without complaint. Sherlock accepted it, but John felt uneasy. So he cornered her in the kitchen.
"Elise, what have you eaten today?" he demanded of her.
Elise struggled to remember if she had even eaten anything. "…tea." She said quietly.
John sighed, running his fingers through his hair. It was almost dinner time. "You are going to sit at this table," he told her. "And you are going to eat."
Elise sat down quietly, fingering the edge of her shirt. John opened the fridge, ignoring the arm, and began to cook bacon and three eggs.
He sat it down in front of Elise, who stared at it like it was a foreign object. "I… I can't eat all this!" she said.
John crossed his arms. "I want you to try."
Elise managed to eat one egg and half a slice of bacon. John then permitted her to leave, under the promise she would eat more tomorrow. She began to walk to 221C, but didn't make it.
She felt her legs give way, and she fell to the floor.
John panicked a bit as he came to her side. He determined she had fainted from malnutrition. She was even skinnier than he had thought. She was so unhealthy.
He deposited her onto the sofa, smoothing back her hair. "Oh Elise," he whispered, sitting on the chair on the other side of the room.
Mycroft held Emmy close as he heard the man's footsteps returning. She began to sob, burying her face in his suit jacket.
"Well Mr. Holmes," the man began. "Since you've behaved so nicely, we'll take the gag out."
Two other men stepped out from behind him and untied his gag. They each wore black suits, but one man had brown hair, the other black.
The man who had attacked them had blonde hair; in fact it was so blonde it was almost white.
Mycroft gritted his teeth as the gag was removed. "This girl isn't my daughter!" he yelled at Brown and Black, wishing the one handcuff holding him to the wall would shatter. "Let her go!"
Blondie laughed madly, a hollow sound. "But if only I believed you. Then your precious daughter could go run for the police. Nope," he popped the ending like a teenager. "I won't fall for your lies."
Mycroft was enraged. Black and Brown began to pry Emmy out of his arm, dragging her out of the room with Blondie. "WHO ARE YOU?" Mycroft shouted.
Blondie turned around once before shutting the door, a maniacal grin on his face as he told him; "Josef Volger."
Mycroft was left in the dark, but he could hear Emmy's screams. Those monsters! He thought angrily. That poor child. Who is Josef Volger? What have I done to wrong him?
Author's Note
Er… all uphill from here, folks!
I'll be updating this everyother day at least, as my other story is now finished. I've also hit a bit of a writer's block, and nothing like some plot ideas! Send reviews!
-ATLK