"Two Steps from Hell"
Day I
Disclaimer - None of the characters from any of the shows are mine. Also the basis for the idea is mapped out from Deductism's video on youtbe :P
WARNINGS - 'Graphic Depictions Of Violence' and 'Major Character Deaths' hence the rating of M.
AN - I will be writing the chapters as 'days' so they will vary in length and who features in them, for today though we get to see everyone. Enjoy :) and please leave a review if you have the time.
~Fran x
Sherlock stood, surveying the scene, noticing three other unfamiliar faces doing the same.
Then the canon fired –
He stepped off the plinth, running now towards John, or at least in John's direction. The man who shouldn't be there with them, none of them should be there. The long grasses rose over his head, it was dark - growing darker as he ran further in. It was his nature to stay cool and collected, but nothing could counter the ebbing loss of control he had over his situation. He had no idea how he got there and as for where he was, that was a whole different question he couldn't answer. It was different for Sherlock, he always knew, but here…he was out of his depth.
Sherlock heard the sound of a deep, worried voice through the grasses: "SAM!"
Then it clicked, "JOHN!" he cried out, continuing to run he crashed into someone. Skinny, with sandy blond hair and a pointed nose. The man looked lost, scared that the taller man would try to pick him off the ranks now. But Sherlock, who had bigger fish to fry, turned and continued to call out for John. Finally he heard a reply, and he stopped, listening to the frantic pounding of feet on hard earth.
"Thank god!" John muttered, giving Sherlock a once over, his eyes checking for any inconsistencies, noticing that Sherlock was doing the same. "What is this place?"
"I don't know, but what I do know is that we need to get out of this grass."
"Doctor!" Rory followed the Timelord at a brisk walk to keep up with the man's long strides. "We need to stop. Get our bearings." He had just found him after having bumped into another of the 'chosen', his panic at the thought he would be the first to go without the game even starting.
"No, Rory," the Doctor replied in frustration, "stop and someone will find us…or something," he added. "We need to get somewhere safe. Trust me." He straightened his bowtie, and then started to move again. Entering a dark forest of trees, the light dimmed, casting unnatural shadows on their faces.
"Please Doctor, do you have any idea why we're here?"
"If I knew I'd tell you, but in truth I'd like to know myself," he stared around nervously, "we need to find a cave of some sort. I have a feeling night will come shortly."
"You think they create the environment?"
"I know so." The Doctor looked scared, he stared round the clearing. "In here," he indicated a cave in the rock face running the edge of the forest. They both knelt looking out the entrance of the cold cave. That was all they could do for the moment, for the Doctor didn't want to consider what they would have to do to survive in the long run.
"You know so?" Rory quoted back at them, looking slightly shocked.
The Doctor sighed, "I have heard of the Hunger Games, they are an annual event some time in your future. A fight that inevitably ends in death. That was why I was so determined to get out of that grass. It's not all human in there… and it is definitely not all good."
"Really Merlin, it is not your fault," Arthur tried to calm the fretful Merlin, "we are both here now so you can't do anything about it."
"But I was here first. You're here because of me." He felt a tearing guilt, which wasn't unusual for Merlin, but this time he had brought Arthur's death to him prematurely. And from the sounds of it he would have to make a decision of who to keep alive. Merlin knew who it would be, but would the man accept it? Or would he only realise Merlin's plan before it was too late.
"Merlin." Arthur growled, "the only thing we can do is work to get out of here alive."
"Where ever 'here' is…" Merlin leant back against a tree staring back at the forest of grass, "I wonder what's on the other side?"
"Merlin no," Arthur cautioned.
"It could help…" his blue eyes shone with hope.
"Fine, but we stick together!"
"I'm serious Dean! Who the hell are these people? They can't just pluck us out of our lives and dump us here!" Sam paced the clearing of rock they stood on, high above the forest so they could try and get their bearings. So far, it wasn't proving too helpful.
"Sam, I know, calm down. It's a fight. What have we been doing all through our lives?" The question that didn't need answering. "I can get us through this."
"That's the thing though Dean! Don't you see? After tonight there is no us," he stopped pacing to face his brother, "somehow tomorrow they're splitting us up. Then we are on our own. Only one comes out alive."
Silence settled.
That was when it began to get darker. "Come on little brother, if this is going to be our first night, we better find somewhere comfy." He gave Sam a light punch on the shoulder, Dean's exterior mood was naturally calm while inside he was worried, really worried. Not for himself, but for Sam.
Night fell. Impenetrable. Unforgiving.
BOOM.
From four places around the arena. Eight faces look up to the domed roof.
"We have given you time – time to prepare. So when you wake your friends are your enemies. Play to your strengths. When you wake you'll be alone again, every man for himself."
Images flashed up on the curved space above each pair. An identification of the contestants.
Dean Winchester.
Sam Winchester.
The Doctor.
Rory Williams.
Merlin.
Arthur Pendragon.
Sherlock Holmes.
John Watson.
"Remember: All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage - not anymore."
AN - So, now you have the proper list of contestants, who do you think will be first to go? What are the odds...place your bets. You never know...you may get it right.
Until next time!