Chapter 3: Seeking Sanctuary
Sherlock felt a fear he had never known before and upon seeing his own reflection he threw his clawed paw against the reflective glass causing it to shatter but the former detective watches as the fragments turned to dust and he backed away in horror until the fur that lined his back pressed against the stone wall behind him and the establishment around him began to crumble and shake,
"This is impossible. This can't be happening" The beast said to himself but it was and all could do was look around helplessly as the castle around him fell to the ground to reveal the street outside that he knew all too well but the sense of familiarity became that of dread when local individuals cried out in horror at the sight of the beast before him,
"KILL IT!" one man yelled,
"Quick let's get it before it hurts anyone!" yelled another,
"Please. It's not what you think!" Sherlock yelled in vain but placed a clawed paw to his throat, realising his words came out as a blood curdling roar; So the creature did the one thing that made sense; He ran.
The residents of the city of London were all alert and joined together to hunt down the hideous creature, even the army had been called; Causing helicopters to take flight and patrol the area from the sky causing Sherlock to have no choice but to take to the sewers,
"Having fun yet?" a voice asked causing the creature to look up to see the cursed grey entity that took on Molly's form and he growled,
"Why have you done this to me?" Sherlock demanded,
"It's no fun is it?" the entity asked, ignoring his question,
"Having people see you yet, it's like they don't listen never mind understand" she explained and Sherlock stood with a growl, towering over the entity,
"I have done Nothing to deserve this!" The beast yelled but the entity was not fazed,
"You've always been a beast. I just made you look like one so people could see you for what you truly are. A monster." The ghost sneered and Sherlock glared as she smirked up at him,
"You'll see soon enough" she noted before blowing a purple powder into the creatures face causing him to feel dizzy and he fell backwards as the world went black.
Sherlock stirred hearing muffled shouts coming into a more clearer sound,
"The beast has claimed his first victim!" yelled a man and Sherlock felt confused, How did he leave the sewers? He didn't think to stop and ask and ran for it.
Sherlock had found brief shelter in a deserted alleyway when he saw the stained red substance that covered his furred claws,
"Blood?" he murmured in confusion and was stunned into stillness for a moment before the fluttering of a newspaper at his side caught his still human eyes and he knelt down slowly, picking the paper up, staining the pages with the blood on his paws,
BEAST OF LONDON CLAIMS FIRST VICTIM, the headline read and Sherlock felt tears fill his eyes as he saw a picture of Molly below the title with the words,
'Our thoughts and prayers go out to the friends and family of Molly Hooper. Pathologist of St Bartholomew's Hospital. Gone but never forgotten and always in our hearts.'
Sherlock allowed his claws to shred the paper into oblivion as lightning flashed and rang overhead as he roared,
"NO!" he yelled, falling to his knees.
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