Characters may be slightly OOC(Out Of Character)

Hi! You know I wrote out a Sherlock Fanfic on paper and I started to type it(which is this story) but then by the second chapter i took a totally new turn on it. I like this one a lot better but I want to write it out first so I don't mess up like I did with "Harry Potter: Behind Closed Doors". I really love that story but I didn't plan it out which messed me up. So I might take a while to update the next chapter of this, be patient.

Chapter four: How Can You Be Here?

"Goooodddd Morning! Isn't this just an exciting day, Johnny ol' boy?" the man half-shouted, half-sang as he walked into Johns cell, knowing John would be sensitive to sound from his major head injury.

When he looked around the room he was a bit shocked to see John sitting against the wall to his left, his eyes open and staring at him with a strange expression, instead of barely consious next to his chair like he usually was. The man did not like it at all, it unsettled him and it took a lot of will power not to squirm under John's gaze.

This idiot will get what he deserves today.

"Do you know what today is?" the man asked not expecting a reply.

"Today is the day your entire facility falls apart and today is the day I die" John stated. His voice was raspy, from not using it for almost nine months, but that didn't make his threat any less ominous.

The man stared at him.

"Well... you're half right."

John lifted one eyebrow at him and his face had the shadow of a smirk, not having enough strength to do a full on laugh.

"You are going to die today... but I have decided, instead of just shooting you or cutting off your head, I will kill you slowly and painfully and let you bleed out... it was a unaminous vote among my men."

John didn't react to this at all. This was exactly what John had been hoping for. Because John knew he didn't have enough strength to fight a gun from their hands before he was shot. But maybe- just maybe -he could get a knife from them. His only hope was to take a weapon.

"Alright. So lets get this show on the road...", the man paused and smiled cynically, " im sorry its just... I have waited so long for this and", he paused again and walked the couple of steps to John and knelt next to him, "I just can't believe its finally here", the smile vanished in an instant replaced with a deathly glare and a fiery anger, as he grabbed John's hand and snapped his wrist before John's weakened body could react. John screamed, while the man laughed, manically.

The man grabbed a knife from his pocket and proceeded to stab it into John's leg causing him to cry out weakly. Blood gushed from the wound and he knew that if he didn't act soon, he would pass out from blood loss and pain]. The man, thinking John was to weak to fight back, stood up, leaving the knife in John's leg, and walked around the cell, smiling.

But, John, even though he was blinded by the pain, was able to realise the opportunity and took several deep breaths before grabbing the knife with his good hand, right as the door to the cell opened. John didn't have time to worry about that though, he yanked the knife out of his leg and lunged at the man who had tortured him for months.

"How the hell are you here?" the man shouted towards the door, seconds before he was tackled by John. They wrestled, both fighting for the knife that John was currently trying to lodge in his tormentors throat.

The man kneed John in his stomach and used that as leverage to throw John next to him and climb onto John. Now he had the upper hand, considering John was fighting with a broken wrist. John bucked up his hips trying to unbalance his opponent. The man swayed slightly as John bucked his hips again, forcing the man to place one arm next to John's head to keep himself upright. John, knowing this would be the result, turned his head, braced his arms and bucked his hips one more time with all his strength, causing the man to fall forward. John slammed his head to meet the man and was satisified to see blood gushing from the man's nose as he stumbled back, dizzily. John rolled over and kicked out with his foot, catching the man in the shin. He stumbled to the ground and John began to drag himself towards the knife that had fallen out of his grasp during the struggle.

But before John could grab it, the man kicked it away. John rolled his eyes and brought up his elbow and slammed it, as hard as he could, into the man's head, knocking him out cold.

John tried to stand up but, as he let his legs take his weight, he collapsed. John took several breaths to steady himself and used the chair to help himself into a half-standing half-crouching position. Panting from the exertion, John suddenly remembered that someone had been at the door of his cell.

He looked over towards the door as his vision began to tunnel into darkness, as the pain and bloodloss became to much. He concentrated on the figure in front of him and, for a second, he swore he saw Sherlock. But his foggy mind sadly reminded him that this wasn't possible.

He stumbled for the knife that was a few feet from him. He fell to his hands and knees in front of the knife and grabbed it. He lifted it towards the man at the door but couldn't pull the strength to focus on faces anymore. He was lucky he could still hold up the knife.

"Come... and get me." John muttered, ready to swipe at anything that moved.

"John?" a chocked voice said, in the direction of the man from the cell door "Is that really you?"

John never even had time to be confused before he finally succumbed to the increasing darkness. He dropped the knife as his hands reached out blindly to catch his fall. He was out before he even hit the floor.

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"John!... John can you hear me?!"

John groaned as the voice became louder and clearer. He shifted his head to try to get in a less painful position but, he failed miserably.

"Hey he's waking up! Sherlock get over here. You'll probably be the first face that he wants to see," a voice that sounded suspiciously like Lestrade said.

There was a shuffling noise and then a hand covered his own. There was a pause then the man spoke.

"John... its Sherlock. Are you alright? Can you open your eyes for us?"

John took a second to try and force open his eyes which was harder than he expected. When he opened them, he saw a blank wall in front of him so he turned his head to look at the person covering his hand.

"Sh-Sherlock..."

John wasn't sure what to think.

Is this real? what in the bloody hell is going on?

Then it hit him like a rock...

'I-im dead.'

That thought alone was enough to kick start John's system. He found himself sitting up, never once taking his eyes off Sherlock. Then when his head stopped spinning he began to stand.

"um... John im not sure you should be trying to stand, just yet..." Sherlock tried to say even as John began to fall.

Sherlock threw his arms out to catch him but, John flinched at the sudden movement in his direction. Sherlock turned his palms out to show that he meant no harm.

"im not going to hurt you John. I want to help you"

Sherlock moved his arms again but, this time, he moved slower and put one of John's arms over his shoulder.

"Alright John. We need to get out of here quickly before more of them arrive. Lestrade can you take up the rear while Mycroft takes up the front?"

"Im on it... It's good to have you back John"

Lestrade went behind John and Sherlock while Mycroft came into view. Mycroft took a mental assessment of John and decided not to overwhelm him with any knowledge of what's going on because it seems like John was still in a daze.

"Brothers of mine", Mycroft nodded towards both the boys: one, his brother in blood, and the other, his brother in bond.

Sherlock's face registered shock and then pride as he acknowledged Mycrofts words. Mycroft gave him a slight inclination of his head to show his respect before moving in front of the others to warn them of any attack.

They moved to the door of the cell and as Sherlock and John approached it, John became more and more aware of everything that was happening. His body was fighting off the shock quickly and replacing it with adrenaline.

"Wait... what did you mean by more people coming here? Why are we in such a rush? Isn't everything supposed to be over now? Or did they all die and now they want revenge since we are here? Is that how this whole works?"

The others looked at John quizically, each of them wondering how bad of a concussion the good doctor had. Sherlock was the first to realise that John was missing a piece of information but, he couldn't figure out what it was.

Mycroft's eyes widened when he finally put the pieces together. He cleared his throat to get their attention.

"John... Where do you think you are?"

"the facility"

"What did that man tell you?"

John's eyes showed pain for a second as he got momentarily sucked back into the memories.

"nothing"

"John, you need to tell us. I think you might be... missing some important information", Sherlock said, as he caught on to what Mycroft was saying.

"He... only told me about one of you... he never said anything about the rest of you and how much pain I put you all through... what I did to you... I didn't know" John looked like he was fighting to keep calm.

"what do you mean? John, we are all right here. Everyone is fine"

"No! No! No! You are clearly NOT fine. You are here meaning you are definitly not fine. Im so sorry I didn't mean to do this to any of you."

So, how's that for a chapter? I was actually pretty proud of this, including the chapter I have coming up.

Vi, I don't have your number so I need you to text me first. It's the same number.