Hello Readers! I hope you liked that last chapter. Bit random, right? And if you liked the Doctor who bits check out my other story for Doctor who 'Traveling through the Universe and Other Big Adventures'. Sorry for those of you who didn't understand the Doctor who references. Do you think I should do more? I was thinking of adding a chapter with more of a crossover. Tell me what you think. Speaking of telling me things. I don't want to beg or bother you for reviews but they really don't take long and they honestly help in the writing process, so feel free to review! I have several ideas for other chapters but if you have any ideas feel free to share! And now enjoy!
The back of Johns head throbbed. And it hurt like no tomorrow. He groaned as he came into conciousness. As he opened his eyes his vision swam before him. He slowly became aware that he was sitting up, and was tied down to a chair. He tried to move his arms and legs but they were firmly tied in place. He raised his head, one of the only thing he could move, and looked around.
As his vision started to readjust, he deduced that he was in some sort of warehouse. Kind of similar to the one that he had first met Minecroft in. But yet, no. Not like that at all.
The only light was on him, and some was leaking through open doors around the edge of the building.
"Hello, John." Said a mysterious voice. John looked up to see a strange, blond man in a suit.
"Well , Hi." Said John.
"Do you know why your here John?" John opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted with, "No of course you don't I haven't told you yet." John stared at the man. "Well aren't you going to ask me why I brought you here?"
"Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay." said John. "Why did you bring me here?"
"I'm not going to tell you!" Said the man with a psychotic grin. "Well! Maybe, see I brought you here cause I want something. I want it real bad. See I heard about a fun little game and I want to play!" The man rambled on. "Aren't you going to ask me what I want? What it has to do with you? Or what this exciting little game is?"
"Well..."
"I want Sherlock." The man said leaving the sentence hang in the air. "I want to play the game that all the villains these days are playing." He said as he started walking up to John. "But I want to play it better. See. I want to win." The man was now dangerously close to John. "Where is he?"
John stared confused. "Where's who?"
"Sherlock of course!" The man responded immediately. "Where are you hiding him?"
For a minute John was shocked. Could. Could Sherlock really...? No. Sherlock was gone. He had seen him fall. The man was obviously psychotic he didn't know what he was saying. The man maybe didn't know.
"Sherlock's dead." John said, no matter how much it hurt. This mad man had to know. He had to let John go.
John expected the man to be upset. Possible go on a psychotic rampage for being 'lied to'. But instead the man just laughed. At first it was a normal laugh, which then became psychotic, which then lead to a fit of coughing. John's capture raised his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes.
"You really don't know do you? You really think the consulting detective is gone, don't you?"
This made John angry. Of course Sherlock was gone. He saw him! He saw him fall. And he told the man just that, which only lead to more laughter. Neither of the men: the one tied up or his psychotic captor heard what came next. Thud. And suddenly one of the psychotic mans guards was on the floor. But neither of them noticed of course, being to caught up in their own problems.
"Several days ago my men heard rumours that Sherlock was in Moscow."
"That's impossible." Said John. Thud. Why would Sherlock even go to Moscow in the first place?
"And before in Los Angeles, Sydney, Berlin, and Paris."
"Just rumours" John began.
"And recently." Continued the man. "We have found physical evidence of his travels, witnesses, small traces of bank accounts, and anonymous tips." Then there were sounds of a silent struggle and another, Thud. But still the men didn't hear to wrapped up in their conversation to notice. "And even if you don't know where he is you can still bring him to us. He'll come for you, his blogger. For, the weakness of all hero's is their friends is it not?" John remembered and could almost hear Sherlock telling him he 'wasn't a hero, John'. The man continued, "He'll fall into my trap, then the game will begin." Suddenly the lights dimmed. The two men looked around in surprise. They heard a coat flapping and the sound of someone jumping down onto the floor. The watched as a shadow moved around in the low light.
"I thought the game would last longer, Simon." whispered a mysteriously familiar voice. Then the man's, Simon's, eyes widened in surprise. The shadow descended on Simon for a moment and Simon collapsed. John sat there worried the stranger would come after him to. He struggled with his bonds, while trying to figure out where he knew the voice from. The shadow swam over behind John. John stiffened, fearing the worst. But the ropes tieing him fell, and John began to remember. He could place the voice now. He felt the not so strange stranger come close to his ear and whisper,
"Hello, John."
And John whispered back. "Sherlock?"