Alright, first fic... and probably shows. Sorry about the very dark beginning here. But do try and give me a chance I swear there will be humor and goodness too. If you can't handle actual pain (mentions of beatings/rape/degradition) umm.. this most likely won't be for you. I would turn back now... no seriously. It's gonna get really dark... so yeah.
As they walked down the dark corridor, you could feel it in the air. That something was really wrong with this place.
Not just the evil that one could feasibly anticipate seeing as they were there to investigate a crime. But something truly wrong.
John looked askance at Sherlock and though he didn't even glance at John, he gave a small nod of his head. Yes, he felt it too.
They continued forward quietly, although Sherlock was 99.76% certain that there was nothing left here to be cautious about.
Maybe it was because of the warped feeling permeating the place.
It might have been viewed as strange that, knowing there was something potentially wrong here John still hadn't pulled his gun from his waistband. But honestly, though he had absolutely no compunction about drawing down on some criminal, and conceivably no remorse with killing said criminal should the situation warrant it, it was not the first thing he wanted to present to anyone. He was predominantly a healer, and coming across as vicious was just never what he wanted in life.
Instead John lead with a flash light that had three brightness settings on it and had it set on the lowest, and trained on the floor.
It was perhaps for this reason that he saw the pale flesh just at the edge of the ring of light off to his left, in what he had assumed to be safety cage. After all factories frequently had hazardous chemical containment areas, or power source containment areas, so cages in a factory, not outside of the norm.
Having visited so many such places in his time with Sherlock (not entirely Sherlock's fault, Mycroft had a nasty habit of taking John to plenty of unsavory places too) John was prepared to walk past yet another such cage.
It was likely that same healer in John that wouldn't present himself with violence first was what noticed anything human outside of normal vernacular.
Pausing John turned and glanced at Sherlock again then headed towards the cage, thinking to find yet another dead guard or the like.
Neither he, nor in all honestly Sherlock were expected the sight that greeted them.
So review? I tried to spot all editing errors, but i know what it's supposed to see so don't always see them. Also I could you any thoughts on if this is ya know... crap.
Thanks!