Warning: Please be aware that there is a scene of torture/experimentation in this chapter! If this is not something you want to read I would recommend to stop reading this story. It will probably become more graphic as the story continues.

I know some of the stuff in this chapter isn't realistic but I'm not smart enough to make it accurate haha

Chapter 5

"'No'?" Moriarty echoed, "What do you mean 'No'?"

"I mean no." Sherlock replied, short and crisp.

"Are you begging Sherlock Homes?" Moriarty mocked.

"No,"

"Then why are you on your knees?" Moriarty asked while laughing. Sherlock said nothing, merely looked Moriarty directly in the eyes. "Ohhh," Moriarty realised, "You're giving yourself up so that I'll let the others go," Moriarty laughed, "Well Sherlock, I don't need you to give yourself up, I've already got you."

"Then you can expect a fight," Sherlock replied, no emotion in his voice as he stood back up.

"Wouldn't have it any other way Sherly" Moriarty quipped. Sherlock didn't have time to argue about his hated nickname, as he and the others were suddenly grabbed by guards. The group shouted and kicked at their captors, but they did not shift them, not even a little, they stood with two feet firmly on the ground and didn't move an inch.

"There's no point fitting them guys," Moriarty stated in a bored tone, "they are much stronger than you." Sherlock realised with horror that what Moriarty had been saying were not the fantasise of a madman, they were true, he had actually enhanced the human strength, and it made Sherlock fear what he was capable of.

"You can't do this!" John shouted as the guards dragged them away.

"I think you'll find I can!" Moriarty sang back, laughing.

The group were taken to a circular, white wash room, brightly light with white light, no windows and only one white door. There was glistening clean, silver equipment neatly placed on silver tables with white paper sheets underneath, and more neatly stacked in silver cabinets. The equipment was placed with precision around a single white operating table, with jet black straps in the middle of the room. On the right of the room was an old fashioned, oak arm-chair with brown cushioning, and a small oak table placed next to it. Above this, going all the way round the room, was a silver balcony, with a perfect view of the operating table. It had clean, silver chains all along the wall, dark against the well-lit lower room.

"Alright rats!" Moriarty exclaimed, smacking his hands together, "I am going to need you all to be very well behaved, and then we can all get out of here and catch some beauty sleep," he ordered as if he were telling children to eat their greens.

"What are you going to do to us?" Lestrade asked, worried about what was going to happened to the others and himself.

"Just some general housekeeping," Moriarty answered with a smile that was anything but reassuring, "Take some blood, dye your hair blonde, put a chip in your brain, nothing to worry about."

Before anyone could respond they were all simultaneously gaged and taken up to the balcony to be chained to the wall. As this happened, a long line of prisoners were also brought in and chained up in the balcony as well. They were all looking around in fear until they noticed Sherlock and the others, then their eyes held I look of both guilt and relief. They noticed they're cleanliness and new that it was not they're turn to not be experimented on. Below, people in pristine white scrubs and lab coats entered the room, and began preparing. When they were ready, Moriarty began to speak.

"Now my little lab rats, those of you how have not arrived today will not be experimented on, you are merely here to witness. I wish for you to all know that these new comers are going to be my favourites! Especially the tall man with the curly hair, he is my favourite favourite! So, watch the man begin his journey to hopefully become your captain when I begin my march to war against the world!" Moriarty cheered at his own speech, "Now I'm bored of waiting, let's start with the girl." Moriarty then took a seat in the armchair as guards took Donavon and strapped her to the table. Before the people in white took off her gag, they told her not to speak, only screaming was permitted. When Donavon tried to break this rule, they electrocuted her. She did not do it again. Sherlock and the others were screeching through their gags, pulling against the chains in a useless attempt to get to her. This was responded to by a guard sending an electric current through the metal bar that connected to the prisoner's chains, so they were all electrocuted. They immediately stopped to avoid the other innocent prisoners from being hurt again.

The men in white started by taking a pint of blood, weakening Donavon. They then dyed her hair a matted blonde. Then the screaming started as Donavon was strapped down further, given a paralysing agent so she could not move, but could still feel pain, as one of the men in white took a saw, and opened up her skull. A chip was then precisely fixed onto her brain so that it would not move and would not course damage, before closing her up again. They then injected something into her, and almost immediately the wound began to heal, until there was no sign of what had happened, except for a red scar to match her fellow prisoners. At this point she was unconscious, and the guards took her off the table, dragged her up to the balcony, and rechained her to the wall. The others looked at her in horror, and were crying with agony over what had happened. They did the exact same thing to Anderson next, then Lestrade, then John, until finally, hours later, it was Sherlock's turn.

When Sherlock was trapped to the table, a pint of his blood already taken, Moriarty demanded the men in white stop. "I would like to mark him myself," Moriarty said, everyone in the room, that were still conscious, looked at him in surprise, but the men in white quickly got out the way, not wanting to invoke his anger. He came and stood at Sherlock's head, and began the process of dying his hair blonde. "You see Sherlock," Moriarty began, "The idea around the hair is that it is a uniform for all of you, without me having to get outfits for you all. It shows that you all are a part of my army, and that I am above you with my lush black locks!" Moriarty clearly thought the idea was genius, Sherlock didn't think so.

"If you believe that you will somehow break me, then you are not as clever as I once thought," Sherlock stated and was quickly electrocuted as soon as Moriarty took his hands away.

"Now now Sherlock," Moriarty resumed dying his hair, "Just because you are my favourite it does not mean you are allowed to break the rules," his tone was light but his eyes where dark, terrifying. He remained staring into Sherlock's eyes that way as the dye set, and did not break the contact until he washed the extra dye away. Moriarty smiled at seeing Sherlock's new dark blonde hair, and leaned farther into Sherlock's space and said, "It will never fade or grow out this dye, I had it specially enhanced for my rats." He then walked back to his chair and sat down, "Keep him awake," he ordered, and the men in white proceeded with putting in the chip. Every time the pain pulled Sherlock towards unconsciousness, he was electrocuted so that he would remain awake, only being allowed to escape the pain one he had his scar.

The prisoners where all guided out of the room, shaken to the core after this particular showing. Sherlock and the others unconscious bodies were dragged outside, and dumped in the mud.

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