"Knocked Em in the Old Kent Road"
"Em in the Old Kent Road"
"in the Old Kent Road"
"the Old Kent Road"
"Old Kent Road"
"Kent Road"
"Road"
The last thing Bill Wiggin's remembered was hearing a smooth thud before everything went black.
His eyes suddenly flicked open, pitch dark surrounded him, a cold fear seeped through his body, as he waved his hand in front of his face, panting in panic. Had he gone blind? As Bill tried to pull himself up into a sitting position, pain pounded violently at his skull. He winced in pain and in a subconscious reaction, his hands shot up, feeling his scalp for a wound. His fingers were suddenly wet...and sticky. Bill gasped in horror and tried to pull himself up once more. A wave of dizziness filled his body and he fell back onto the cold ground. He felt around him, the floor was metal, it felt icy as his fingertips glided over it. He lay there for what felt like hours, feeling the iciness permeate through his clothing and send chills down his spine.
He had absolutely no clue where he was...
After a while, his whole body began to ache, as if he was thawing from dumbness. He tried to remember the night before but his memory was full of holes. He remembered the snow falling as he sat under Waterloo bridge, he remembered his feet going numb from the cold, the warmth of a bonfire, he remembered Ed and Old Kent Road..and ...He felt himself slowly falling back into nothingness...Moriarty, suddenly he was back, sudden realization filling his body, followed by a whirl of fear.
'Moriarty was waiting for me at the old fire station' he recalled 'with is henchmen...' Bill felt another sharp burst of pain as he managed to get up onto his feet. He glided his hands down his torso, feeling for and finding more open wounds. He felt like he would vomit, he stumbled sideways but managed to keep himself standing. He began to stumble forward, feeling around for a door..a wall..anything, an edge of this dark prison. Suddenly, Bill's hand hit the wall, it was brick and freezing under his hands. He followed it blindly, it carried on for another few meters before he reached a corner, he continued to follow the wall, it went on for another few meters, then another corner...his fingers trailed lightly along the next wall to another corner...
Bill felt disorientated as he brushed a bead of sweat from his brow. He the turned his back to the wall and slid down into a defeated sitting position. He was panting heavily now, fear and helplessness taking over, tears began spill down his cheeks in fear as he began to wonder what Moriarty was going to do to him. "Why..why..?" He muttered weakly...
'Why didn't Moriarty kill me?' His mind responded with confusion. 'Why am I not dead?'
His eyes began to dart around in panic, desperately searching for some kind of light...
'Am I dead?!' his mind continued, it's panic building.
"Sherlock!" Bill suddenly gasped, reaching down to his pockets, searching for his phone. It was missing, he sighed. 'Of course they've taken it' He shook his head in his own stupidity, defeated by hope. 'He'll know I'm missing by now' Bill said to himself, through not fully believing the words, he would often go off and get high and Sherlock wouldn't hear from him in days..why would this be any different in his eyes? He shook the thought from his head and tried to hold onto the small sliver of hope he had left 'Sherlock will save me' he said to himself, almost praying.
"Sherlock will come" He muttered.
Suddenly, there was a loud creak and a bright light filled the room. Bill yelled in pure shock and shielded his eyes from the harsh light. He heard footsteps fill the room.
"Looks like sleeping beauty has finally come around" Bill almost instantly recognized Moriarty's smooth voice. His eyes were finally beginning to adjust to the bright light, he stared out from behind his arm, Moriarty was above him staring down at him in forged pity. Hatred filled Bill with every breath as he stared up at him, leaving no room for fear. Suddenly, Bill leaped up, ignoring the surge of pain that shot through his body and lunged at Moriarty. Hearing the commotion, three of Moriarty's henchmen ran through the door and grabbed hold of Bill, who had just punched Moriarty square in the jaw. They pushed him back against the wall, he yelled in agony as the pain from his wounds multiplied. Moriarty giggled to himself smugly as he rubbed his jaw, looking at Bill.
"That hurt Billy-Boy" He said, he then nodded at one of the henchmen, a vile smile spreading over his lips.
Suddenly, the henchmen began throwing punches at Bill, on his face and torso, widening the already open wounds and causing blood to spurt out and seep through his shirt. Bill screamed in pain, begging for them to stop.
Moriarty nodded and the blows deceased. Bill slumped into a pile on the floor, panting and grunting in pain, holding his sides. His nose was bleeding rapidly, blood dripping on the metal floor, echoing; Tip-tap..tip-tap
"Now" Moriarty said after a minute of silence, watching Bill as he shook in pain and fear.
"Billy-Boy, Tell me all that you know about Sherlock Holmes and his Homeless network" Bill stared at him, staying silent. Moriarty nodded again and one of the henchmen blew a hard punch at Bill's nose, causing blood to spurt out all over the ground, he groaned in pain.
"Oh Billy, don't be difficult.." Moriarty whined as another punch knocked Bill hard on the cheekbone, Moriarty knelt down in front of Bill and stared him in the eye, his expression merciless.
"Tell me all you know...Bill Wiggins, or you'll never see daylight again"