The Adventure of the Vanished Detective
by Jacqui Holmes (sherlockfan at hotmail.com)
Things seemed to be all right in Lestrade's mind. She had found
her first clue as to where Holmes was and she would soon have a DNA
sample of the culprit who actually abducted Holmes, for she knew
Moriarty would have sent one of his minions to do the job.
Though things were looking a little bit brighter for Lestrade ,
Holmes' side of the picture was looking quite dark.
He awoke out of his unconsciousness in a strange room; it was
quite dark, and the sound of machines was the first to come into his ears.
Then the dark laughter of a voice only known as Moriarty's came closer,
as did the silhouette of his arch-nemesis.
"Moriarty!" Holmes spoke with anger. "Where am I?"
"Why, only in my stronghold, Holmes! Out of your own stupidity
you have fallen into my grasp!" the villain spouted. "There is no way
out, and you could very well be here for some time with that amateur
Inspector on the case!"
Rage welled up inside of Holmes with these words, and in defense
of his friend and colleague he shouted, "Take that back, you devil!!"
"I think not, Holmes!" Moriarty chuckled, "But then it really
doesn't matter; soon enough she will find you, I'll make sure of that."
Holmes was filled with hate towards his captor. Moriarty had not
only insulted him, but his dear friend Lestrade as well. He wanted to
stand and pound Moriarty to the wall, but soon found he had been tied to
some type of strange chair.
"Why? Why have you brought me here, Moriarty, and why have you
not killed me? Could I not pose a threat of escaping this place, even
if you say I could not?" Holmes asked cooly, "I really am surprised."
"Ah, I did think of those trifling issues, but decided to have
some fun, if you will, before I kill you!!" Moriarty spoke darkly, "For
if you look around and use your 'eyes and brain', you will see that you
have been conveniently tied to a crypnotic device. This machine, as I
call it, will let me control your actions, thoughts, and words! Once
your Miss Lestrade arrives, I will turn on my handy-dandy machine and
poof, you will be in my power. I will make sure you yourself have
gotten rid of that nuisance of an Inspector and then I'll kill you!"
Holmes stared in horror at Moriarty as he spoke. He couldn't
believe his ears. For once in a great while, Holmes was quite scared,
though he didn't show it. It wasn't fear for himself; it was more for
"I swear, Moriarty! You are a devil of a man! When I get
out of here I'll see you behind bars forever!" Holmes shouted savagely.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never
hurt me, my dear Holmes!" Moriarty then chuckled and walked towards
Holmes, gagging his mouth. Then leaving the room, Moriarty slammed
a large door and the the room bacame a mass of darkness.
Holmes watched him leave with sorrow in his eyes. He couldn't
believe what was happening. He fought with all his strength at the
metal cuffs holding his wrists to the chair, but it was to no avail;
the only thing he managed to accomplish was to wear himself out and
bruise his wrists. He then thought of what Moriarty had said. "I'll
make sure you get rid of that nuisance of an Inspector and then I'll
kill you!" This brought tears to Holmes' eyes; he then felt the small
droplets of water slip down his face.
"Beth," he thought, "I don't wish to harm you. Please leave
me here to die; I don't want to hurt you."
With that Holmes cried silently to himself until his weariness
forced him to sleep.
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