Posted by Bowen Cates
on 3/31/2008, 12:17 pm, in reply to "Chapter 20 part one"
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Greg paled; it was obvious that he had not expected the criminal to know his name.
“That’s Mr. Trent to you.” Theodore corrected him stiffly. “And if you had half the intelligence that you claim to, you would have realized that by now, after all, Holmes never called me ‘Master’ not even in the nineteenth century”.
He had a strong suspicion that he had been right in his concern that Moriarty might have tapped into the security systems of ‘Chester and Co.’ not to mention those of the rest of new London.
Moriarty chuckled contentedly “this way, my dears, your friends are waiting for you.”
The evil mastermind swung open the door behind him and Fenwick pushed his three prizes inside, digging the ionizer deeper and deeper into Theodore’s back. It was at that moment that Theodore was able to catch a glimpse of his face.
He gasped.
Martin Fenwick’s skin was stretched over the bones of his skull as though it were about to snap, sagging only around a pair of enlarged bulging disproportioned eyes set deep under an unnaturally protruding brow.
One black pupil was noticeably larger then the other and neither eye betrayed any sign of an iris of any color.
His nose was upturned, his cheeks stuck out far from his face and his ears looked as though they had been crushed in a vice.
Scraggly thin orange hair fringed pathetically across an oversized bluish scalp that looked as though a bowling ball had fallen on top of it and left a huge dent.
A thin lipless mouth showed only a few remaining teeth and these were stained yellow with the passage of time and lack of care.
It was a face that Theodore knew better then to think he could forget.
But it would be a long time before he would have to worry about that. He and his fellow hostages were escorted further down the hall, window after window flashing past them as they trudged quickly over the white linoleum of the floor. They passed through two more doors the same as the first one they had encountered before they reached a particularly severe windowless one, grey in color and locked shut with what looked like a large metal combination lock..
Upon reflection, Theodore remembered Deidre telling him about such a thing back in Powell’s Lab, she had described it as a ‘laser operated locking system’.
Moriarty took out a small object that resembled a sort of twisted key and held it up to the lock, which opened immediately.
Again, they were forced through the doorway but this time they ended up in a small room with white walls, floor and a small table in the corner of the same color. There were no windows here either, and Theodore found this distinctly unnerving. The open door was in his way so he could not see into the far corner of the room, Theodore and his fellow captives were completely cut off from the world around them.
This was only taken into account for a moment however, before the main purpose of the room caught the groups attention.
The moment the door closed and Theodore’s view ceased to be cut off, a terrible scene met his eyes.
Inspector Elizabeth Lestrade was sitting on the ground with her right arm wrapped tightly around 2103 Holmes’ shoulders. The detective was pale, drenched in cold sweat and appeared to be unconscious, despite the fact that no wounds were evident on his person.
Wiggins, Tennyson, Powell and a large beefy man with dark grey hair and moustache and heavyset jowls who Theodore could only suppose was Hargreaves, were each tied up separately in the corner. Tennyson had been removed from his chair and all four, although sitting on the floor just a few feet away from Lestrade, had their hands chained above their heads with some sort of thick metal chord which had been welded onto the wall above them, probably with an ionizer. None of them seemed to be conscious.
Watson was sitting deactivated in the corner, his empty eyes staring at nothing in particular.
Lestrade did not seem to be restrained physically, but it was evident that that was not the problem.
1800 Holmes was not there at all.
“Now, I am not quite ready for you Mr. Trent” Moriarty sneered, “So until I am prepared to chat with you, you will have to remain here with your friends.”
Theodore could not for the life of him imagine why Moriarty would think that a punishment.
“Miss Deidre shall be restrained, as shall Mr. Bamfield, you, however, shall not be,” the criminal continued, gesturing at Theodore “providing you behave yourself of course. I have made the same offer to Inspector Lestrade and as she well knows, should either of you attempt to assist your fellows in any way which may possibly lead to temporary escape, or freedom of movement, I shall be forced to condemn you to the same condition, is that quite clear?”
Crossing his arms Theodore raised his chin until he was staring defiantly into the eyes of his hated foe. “Why me?” he snarled, “What makes me so important? And where’s 1800 Holmes?”
Moriarty’s eye’s sparkled with amusement “I shall inform you of the former in a few moments, and as for the latter…” he smirked “well…you shall all know the answer to that soon enough, you needn’t worry…he is still alive. You see, Mr. Trent, that I have kept true to my word, not one drop of blood has been spilled.”
He turned to go; Theodore was still scowling as three bulky guards who had been standing in the shadows on the far wall behind Lestrade, stepped forward into the light.
Theodore had been too consumed with rage to take note of them when he had first entered, and their sudden appearance startled him.
He turned to face them for a moment, indignation flooding through him, they were certainly not very intelligent looking themselves, all three were dressed in a similar style, simple black clothes and shoes, no weapons, so Theodore guessed that they had to specialize in hand to hand combat. Moriarty had had too much experience with Lestrade to allow her to be in the same room with any kind of weapon.
The first guard looked to be half Italian, he had dark eyes, that shifted from left to right menacingly, his dark brown hair was spiked up in a sort of grassy uncut look, died green at the tips.
The man he had been conversing with, had black hair, brown eyes and a huge potato like nose sporting a an equally imposing scar across the bridge of it, his ears were pierced and had what looked like pieces of metal through the holes.
However, it was the third and last guard that Theodore found to be the most fear inspiring, at least a head taller then his companions, his very muscle weight would be enough to crush an unwary victim.
No doubt he could simply dispense with all the tom foolery of punching and head locks and just fall on anyone fool enough to attempt an escape.
He was completely bald, had no piercings of any kind, and eyes were so scrunched into his huge skull, that Theodore was unable to make out the color.
Stepping forward again, the bald one grabbed Greg roughly by the arms and the other two took hold of Deidre. Then, tying them up, secured them to the wall beside Wiggins with many a rude and pointed remark.
Before he closed the door on them however, Moriarty turned once more to face Theodore “a very quaint little nick name for him by the way, did you come up with that all by yourself?”
And with a last cackle of laughter, he slammed the door behind him.
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