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A/N: I was watching Series 2 of Sherlock today and my evil little whump loving mind thought this up. I do love myself a good Sherlock whump now and again.

Warnings: Dark themes, OOC Sherlock (for a reason), possibly character death (the reader gets to choose if the character actually gets to die or not)

A/N Con.: Just wrote this up so it's not checked over for problems sorry... Also, it may look like a one shot but I wanted it to be a chapter story. But you guys get to decide if it will me. So leave me a comment, is it "yay" or "nay" on making this a chapter story?

Sherlock's brain felt hazy, he couldn't pull anything from his surroundings to help him; that mad woman's drug was taking too long to leave his system. He had been lying tied up on this hard cobblestone floor so long he had lost all sense of time and his magnificent mind was shutting down completely except for the horrific images clawed at him from the corners of his vision. He dared not admit it every again but he was scared out of his wits lying there half naked on the cold floor with those monsters lurking nearby. His brain tried to convince him that they were not really there and that he was safe but he knew better; the monster were real, just not able to escape their shadow realm; the result of some horrible scientific experiment! Sherlock shivered, it could have been from the wet coldness of the floor pressed up again his bare stomach but he knew better; he was horridly scared. A month of being trapped, tortured, assaulted (both physically and sexually), experimented on and shot up full of the witch's new drug was doing their job; glorious mind was about to shatter into a million pieces.

A pathetic whimper escaped his lips and he shut his eyes tightly as he saw it; a horrific monster, an eyeless monster dripping ooze, blood and rotting flesh as it got closer; a hideous creature even more frightening to see and smell than the so called Hound of Baskerville. He could hear it, the dragging sound of his body moving again the floor and the horrible scrapping of its chains doing the same.

"It's not real, Sherlock, it's not real….!" The whimpered words fell from his lips but did little to reassure him.

"You're wrong, Sherlock… They, my little pets, they're real…"

'No! Not her! Not the witch!' Sherlock's pulse and breathing started to race as her heard the sound of her heels clicking against the floor as she walked closer; she brought nothing but pain, horrible pain!

"Oh how I had wished for you to be able to stay, Sherlock…" She was kneeling astride his upper back as she gently placed a hand on his hip, "You would have been a beautiful leader of my lovies, I would have given you such power; the power to protect that beautiful brain and enforce its lovely demented mindset without resistance but alas… I must end it, the drug, it's done something it wasn't supposed to; it broke you." Sherlock shudder below her and tried to squirm away but failed, panic filled him as he felt it; the point of a needle pressed against the skin over his spine, just above the waistline his pant. She was about to do it, inject him with that horrific drug she had created; a drug that, when mixed with a human's spinal fluid, created horrific delusions that drove a person to the edge of insanity.

"You have nothing to worry about anymore…" The needle pierced his flesh and spine, pulling an agonized scream from his throat as the thick liquid drug was injected; causing an agonizing burn to shoot up his spine while the witch reached backwards and gently stroked his hair and down the side of his throat in an almost soothing manor, "Do not worry, my Dehk, it'll all be over soon… This last does will stop your heart…" He couldn't hear her anymore; the only sound that filled his ears was that of his own tortured screams from the rapidly intensifying burn running up his spine as his heart began to beat so fast in his chest it actually hurt and his body spasmed to the point that he pulled so hard on his bonds that his hands began to bleed. Had he been coherent to his surroundings at this point, he would have felt someone rip the witch from his body.

~S~

Doctor John Watson and the team from Scotland Yard burst into the rundown building at the sound of the horrible tormented screams from within. They were shocked to find a mess of a huge lab on the other side of the door; the walls lined with varying horrifying genetic experiments. John's attention was drawn to a large cage at the far left, agonized rang out from it; screams from a voice he had never heard screaming in pain before. Devoid of all other conscious thought, he raced for the cage with Lestrade and team close behind. He was across the room in a flash and yanked the cage door open to find an oddly remorseful woman kneeling over a screaming Sherlock's back as she gently stroked his shoulders in a soothing manor.

"What in God's name are you doing?" John yelled as he ran over to her, the woman gave him a sad looked just before John tore her off of his flatmate and into the waiting arms of Lestrade. John quickly kneeled beside Sherlock and struggle to get the bindings off, they were slick with blood and sweat which made the task very difficult. He finally got them off and put his friend arms to his side before gently flipping him on his back. John tried to whisper words of reassurance to his friend as he tried to take his vitals but the man couldn't hear him.

"What on earth have you done!" The doctor growled to the woman as Sherlock's back arched in pain and he started to gasp for as his lungs started to shut down, making it impossible to scream anymore.

"It's was the only way for me to save him that I could get past Them… They wouldn't allow any other way…"

"But what is it doing?"

"Killing him by shutting down his lungs and overworking his heart until it either gives out or runs out of oxygen…." John, Lestrade and the other police officers were mortified at the torturous mercy method of a mercy kill. Her words pulled John back to Sherlock, completely unaware of what was happening around him as he tried to find a way to help his friend. He placed an ear to his flatmate struggling sweat-slicked chest in an attempt to hear the condition of heart; it rapid, far too rapid and stressed for his lungs and the rest of his body to keep up with. It was at this point that the truth his John like a sock to the face; there was nothing he could do… Tears began to well up in his eyes as realization hit and he did only thing left for him to do; he ever -so- gently wrapped his arms around Sherlock and brought him up into a brotherly embrace as a last feeble attempt to ease some of the pain in the younger man's shivering and convulsing body. The tears began to fall as the convulsing slowed and the agonized gasps became more desperate for oxygen. John Watson knew, he knew that the battle had been lost…

~~~~~~~~~~A/N: So I've decided! ^^ I will continue this story but my birthday is on the 30th and I have school. So for now, the new chapters will be short and far and few in between. Sorry guys but thank you so much for your input! ^^