A/N: Greetings to all my lovely readers! I warned you the chapters would be short, sorry. Also, I have some news on the story; since it is being made longer the chapter from here forward will have a supernatural vibe to them. Not werewolves or vampires (even though I would LOVE to see a non-slash fic with John as a werewolf *purrs in delight just thinking about it*) that is unless you guys want that sorta thing, no this'll just have some weird homemade monsters. If you don't like the sound of that then please, just enjoy the prologue like so many of you have done and pretend like it ends there; I don't want you guys being unhappy. ; ; Also, reviews of any kind (even flames) are quite welcome at this point. I live and thrive on reviews, they pass the time for me. ^^

Music: The wonderfully horrifying music that helped me write this is from Nox Arcana's Blackthorn Asylum album. A few of the lyrics from the first song "Legacy of Darkness" was used in the story. If you like spooky music, listen to the songs while reading this, it adds to it.

A/n con.: Also, I was thinking of writing another Sherlock fic. It'll be a teenage AU *non supernatural*, where Sherock and John meet as teenagers and try to get through life like that. Will hopefully be better than it sounds. Tell me what you guys think. Thank you for your time and enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 1

Despite the fact that John's blood boiled(anger towards that retched woman) he felt oddly cold as he walked down the halls of Scotland Yard with Lestrade and Mycroft towards the room that held Sherlock's tormentor. He felt terrible about leaving Sherlock alone at the hospital but he was still asleep so he had some time to talk to the crazy scientist with Lestrade. John felt so numb about the whole situation; the feel of Sherlock slipping from the world of the living in his arms and the paramedics just barely making it there in order to drag him back. Coming back to the present, the poor doctor's heart began to race as they reached the room and the inspector opened the door. Sitting in the middle of the room, handcuffed to a table was the beautiful American mad scientist, her auburn hair in a short mid-back spiked ponytail with side swept bangs. Her eyes sparkled as her sight landed on John; her plush purple lips glistened as they drew back into a smile making her strikingly white contrast nicely.

"My, my, you must be the great John Watson…" She gave a purring chuckle, "Sherlock talked about quite a bit but I must say you're much cuter than I imagined from his description." A light shudder passed through John as he saw the strange predatory look in her eye. She gently patted the table in her restricted way of beckoning him over. John hesitantly looked between Lestrade and Mycroft, feeling rather nervous about being so close to the mad woman despite her being tied down. The inspector gave him an uneasy smile and Mycroft just nodded curtly. The poor doctor walked over and took the opposite the scientist and regarded her warily.

"Alright, you know my name but what's yours? The inspector told me you wouldn't tell him until I came…"

"Well, of course… I needed to see you and they would never let me if I simply asked…" John sighed, this woman was crafty and knew what she wanted…

"Your name first, please, then we can talk…."

"Silkth Harding," She said pleasantly before her expression was clouded over with sadly, "Doctor Watson… I am so sorry for your loss… Sherlock was an amazing creature…"

"He's still alive…" John quickly regretted mentioning that as Silkth's expression swiftly changed from remorseful to fury, a mood swing so fast it would have given Moriarty a run for his money.

"WHAT?" Her anger made John a little more hesitant but he answered anyway.

"He lived… The paramedics came in time to save him. He's in the hospital…"

"You foolish, foolish doctor! You claim to save him but what you've really done is send him to a living Hell in a hand basket!" John (and everyone else in the room) were rather taken aback by her words.

"W-what do you mean…?" Her mood changed again to subdued.

"My drug, the lovely drug that my 'employer' had me create. Dementia... horrific delusions... psychotic paranoia... violent sociopathic behavior... These are but a few of the shocking depravities of the human mind that it can cause and by 'rescuing' him, these are the torments of which you have subjected him to…" She was so calm as the horrid words slipped from her beautiful lips, the very sound of them made John's stomach twist painfully; it got so bad that he got the terrible urge to run from the room and get away from this woman at all cost. Silkth's choice of speech even seemed to unnerve Myroft but he quickly hit that little fact. Silkth's skilled eyes could see the effects she had on the men and her little pink tongue slipped out lick her purple lips before they pulled back into a Cheshire-like grin.

"If you lovely boys want your little Sherlock back you're gonna need my help…"

"And just why would that be?" Mycroft asked flatly, a look of contempt showing on his face.

"Because, handsome, I hold the key to calm him down so he doesn't murder someone accidently…." She crossed her long legs, her long stockings rubbing up against each other, "You see my little drug has some nasty properties…"

"Like what….?" John asked softly, Silkth grinned at him again as her frightening eye stared into his; forcing him to swallow and look away because what he saw in hers was too disturbing to put into words.

"Addiction: it's more addicting than sugar… Withdrawal: Worse than any know drug. Oh, and mental deterioration. It doesn't damage the brain just the mind, dragging it over the brink of insanity." The last of the sentence was accompanied by icy giggles, making John cringe; despite himself, it took everything he had not to run and hide from the vibe the mad woman was giving off.

"And you can help him?" Lestrade asked quietly.

"Most likely… If not, feel free to lock me away forever…"

"What're your terms…?" Mycroft always had to have the last word…