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Jena Williams ❤ Dr. John Watson (aheavyheart) wrote in thereincarnates,

It wasn't until a good while later that Jena finally felt eyes on her, but of course when she looked behind her, she saw no one. Was she just being paranoid? Jena didn't have the instincts of a detective, but she still had good instincts, it's what had saved her that night at her house. Whether it would save her or not now, that remained to be seen, but she didn't stop. She slowed down, but she kept going. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, determined not to be scared off by whatever was going bump in the night tonight. She wouldn't let it get to her. She was stronger than this.

The dark hall eventually gave way to a faint glow. A door at the very end was slightly ajar, giving off a soft light from the inside. Jena thought she heard voices, and against her better judgement, she moved forward. Only one step at a time, placing her back against the wall in a careful slide as her slow breathing seemed to echo in the stillness. She hadn't forgotten what potentially lurked in the shadows for her from all those nights ago, but she was the doctor who had chosen the detective's path. She couldn't be so easily deterred, no matter how dark the night got for them. Maybe it was just the changing rooms? At this point Jena knew she was just trying to make herself feel better.

She was five steps away from the door, craning her neck out in the hopes of just being able to peek into it when she heard the voice. It was much closer to her now, and the familiarity of those icy, feminine tones made Jena's insides freeze. What had they whispered? ("Take her.") Jena realized the words too late, and before she was able to turn around and defend herself, someone or something was behind her. Jena let out a loud gasp, lurching back around on pure instinct only to see that her way forward was blocked too. A woman just an inch or two taller than her stood in the doorway, her face unrecognizable through the shadows.

"Good evening, Ms. Williams. Won't you come in for a chat?" Now Jena knew exactly who was in front of her, but she didn't have time to respond or attempt to make a run for it before something made of cloth was shoved over her head and Jena's scream of surprise was muffled behind it. The woman in shadows, known to everyone else as Willa Thompson, smiled coldly before disappearing back into the room, followed by Jena and her captor. Time to send Sherlock a text.