A/N: New story. I have no idea where this is going.
But you, you've gone too far this time
You have neither reason nor rhyme
With which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine
- Mumford & Sons, Roll Away Your Stone
Prologue: Darkness & Light
Darkness. No moon. No stars. Just black, impenetrable darkness. I blink. Once. Twice. Suddenly a stabbing pain shoots through my head. This isn't good. I've no idea what's happening and why I'm feeling like this. I only know that I'm gonna be sick in a minute. But then the pain stops as abruptly as it had begun.
I rub my eyes. And then I actually manage to sit up. Very slowly. The pain doesn't come back. That's good. On the other hand, I really have to throw up now. Violently. And then there's just pain. Pain in my stomach. Pain in my throat. And the pain in my head is back as well.
Pain in my eyes. Light everywhere. Just white, hot, burning light. And amidst the light the shadow of a man. A tall, lean man. But it's impossible to recognise him.
"Sherlock?"