by Alicia (aisumitsukai at home.com)
3/10/02; Revised 2/16/03
Chapter Nine: Hyperactivity and Unconsciousness
"Captain Short, what exactly is going on?"
"Well, our magic is healing. It leaves people happy and
energetic. This is her first time being full to the tips of her not-
so-pointy ears with magic and I guess she just got a...little....
Holmes decided not to say anything about the understatement
Holly had just made.
The woman in question had just then turned a corner, which, as
it turns out, was not one of her best moves. Standing there in
front of her was a rather large monster.
Lestrade decided that now was as a good a time as ever to turn
around and walk in the opposite direction. She did exactly this,
only to find what the others had also just recently found: there
were several more rather large monsters blocking their way.
"Err...." Was Lestrade’s only comment on the matter. Which was
fine seeing as she really didn’t have time to say much else.
She’d found, through personal experience, that it was not
terribly useful to theorize on the sudden appearance of monsters
while they were attempting to wipe you and your travelling
companions out of existence.
Moriarty smiled to himself. He wasn’t smiling because he was
particularly happy, but because he found that if he didn’t move
his mouth for a long stretch of time, it had a tendency to hurt
slightly when he did. His smile was, however, completely wasted
on the person in front of him. Deidre, like Wiggins and Tennyson,
was unconscious and chained to a very battered piece of metal
fence, which was, luckily enough, occupying the edge of a rock
ledge. Below this was a rather deep and scary-looking ravine,
which stretched down far below the lowest tunnel of the
Underground. To sum it up, the Irregulars could, at any given
moment, be sent tumbling down into a not-too-pleasant-looking
crevice and mostly likely have their lives ended rather
Moriarty was rather pleased with this, because threatening to
tip the Irregulars over into said ravine and most likely ending
their lives was exactly what he intended to do.
There was only so much information you could suck out of
drugged kids. Even when using fairy truth potion. Now there was
only one use left for these children and that was as bartering
Holly muttered untypeable things not quite under her breath as
she was carried through the Underground, slung over a beastie’s
shoulder. She continued doing this until the goblin whacked her
upside the head. After that she opted for silent theorizing.
These creatures definitely had some goblin blood in them. What
other species had that sickly mottled green skin and a disturbing
tendency to lick their own eyeballs? (Ewww.) Maybe they’d been
given human DNA? That would explain their size. Unconsciously
wrinkling her nose, Holly drifted from beastie genealogy back to
cursing her current situation.
The beastie responded in the same way as before.
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