John was searching the fridge, in which he could only find an eyeball and some yellow mustard. John became enraged and spun around, facing Sherlock, who was in his mind palace. John suddenly screamed in the middle of the silence:
" SHERLOCK! I TOLD YOU TO BUY MY JAM!"
Sherlock looked up.
" John, you know that I do NOT do your grocery shopping."
" Sherlock, go downstairs and fetch some jam from Mrs. Hudson . NOW."
Sherlock laughed
"Why don't you go get it if you're so keen on jam? We don't even have bread."
John's eyes glimmered yellow for a fragment of a second, causing Sherlock's brows to furrow.
" I don't want to kill you Sherlock. Fetch me my jam or at least run while you can."
Sherlock finally recognized the seriousness in John's voice.
" John, what are you talking about?"
John started crying.
" Listen to me. You only have about a minute."
" Until what John? You're not making any sense."
Sherlock realized John was mentally unstable and tried to grasp his arm in order to ground him. John shook him off and threw him into a wall with insane strength.
" DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Sherlock gaped as John's hand slowly started to grow brilliant reddish brown scales and his fingernails grew long, black, and razor sharp. The scales traveled up his neck and onto his face. Long reddish hair overflowed, replacing John's usual sandy blonde and sharp red ears replaced John's human pink ones. Then, a long snout grew from where his mouth and nose area were. Suddenly his clothes ripped off in one swift movement, showing the body of...of what? A long tail began to grow, wrapping around his legs, which were more of an animal than a human. His eyes changed from brown to bright yellow of a million flames with a black slit in the middle, like the eyes of a snake. Sherlock staggered back as he noticed John growing in size, filling the space of both living areas and the kitchen. He would tear up the ceiling! Out of nowhere, wings sprouted from the sides, crashing through the windows. Suddenly the ceiling came crashing down and Sherlock tried to avoid the bits of falling plaster. John's head poked through the disaster and looked down onto Sherlock. He was covered in scales and the pure mass of him completely shocked him. Sherlock grew braver and screamed over the falling rubble:
" What are you?"
The creature that used to be John smiled, which scared Sherlock to no end. His teeth were sharp enough to bite through a house like a marshmallow. They were long and threatening. The look in his eyes was pure evil.
" I AM FIRE."
" I AM DEATH!"