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The staircase I'm descending creaks beneath my weight as the stone changes to wood the farther down I go. The steps are molded and falling apart, barely supporting me. I keep my hand on the heavy handrail built into the wall, just in case I fall into the floor or something.
The sound of my shoes clacking against the steps echo throughout the long corridor, and I keep my eyes and ears open for anything that may be of harm to me. My first instinct is to rush out of here, because I don't have a lantern, but something is calling me down deeper into the castle. I shiver as a draft rushes past me, through my thin clothes, blowing my hair back and chilling my skin, but I keep marching downwards.
When I reach the bottom, the room is as black as night, save a candle right beside the entranceway, sitting on a little table. The dim light it gives off illuminates a lantern, a jar of oil, and a piece of paper. Someone's rushed handwriting is scribbled onto
Sherlock and Moriarty watch crap TellyMore Like This
Sherlock and Moriarty watch crap telly
"Stockholm syndrome, that's why" stated Moriarty flatly. He let his legs dangle over the couch arm and leaned into Sherlock, who was sitting with his knees up to his chin and hands wrapped around his legs. "She didn't know she was kidnapped, so that doesn't apply." Sherlock rolled his eyes and huffed.
"It's textbook Sherlock, whether she knows she was kidnapped or not is irrelevant, she has all the symptoms. Don't be boring." Moriarty leaned back and let the back of his head rest on Sherlock's boney shoulder.
"You just won't admit you're wrong, name calling will get you nowhere."
"Johns home." Moriarty stated without taking his eyes off the telly.
John came stomping up the stairs and flung open the door. "Sherlock I swear this better be an emergency you can't keep-" John stumbled back at the sight in front of him. Sherlock and Moriarty were on the sofa (neither bothered to even look up as John entered) with the telly moved to the c
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"Daddy and I are gonna go talk with our friend, okay? Why don't you go play with Miku in the garden?" the boy's mother said before she pecked his nose and stood up. She then linked her arm with her tall husband's and walked away, following the so-called-Miku's father.
The boy's eyes widened as they returned to gaze at "Miku". However this time his face was a light shade of pink. What was he going to do now? Now he had no mother to shield him from the pretty girl in front of him! He squirmed nervously as he looked around the room. Everywhere. Anywhere. But her. Well... maybe once he stole a glance at her. But stopped shortly after seeing she was still staring at him with her huge... pale... green... shining... luminous... beautiful eyes...