A/N: Hey guys sorry for the delay I was visiting my mom and I didn't bring my laptop (stupid mistake.) But anyways I'm back with another chapter. Thank you to everyone who had reviewed, favourited or followed my fanfiction you guys are wonderful. Love you. x

"Who's Luke?" The man sounded like him, but Luke could change his voice he was just being a douche again.

"Oh ha ha. Very funny, cut it out." Sarcasm leaked like venom out of his mouth.

"John, look at me." John squeezed his eyes shut his clenched fists trembled.

"No. I know it's you Luke you can change your voice, so you can change your body." John felt a hand fall onto his shoulder and he flinched.

"John," his breath was warm on his neck. "You're being an idiot.

He almost smiled at that but this wasn't Sherlock it was a demon who insisted he torture him until he broke. Turning around he shoved 'Sherlock' away grabbing a knife. Holding the knife to Sherlock's throat he backed him against the wall.

"Turn back, now." He growled "I'll kill you I shot that cabbie for Sherlock not even a day after we met, so don't think I'd hesitate."

Sherlock looked shocked and John giggled he pressed the knife harder. Blood leaked past the edge of the knife and stained his collar.

Kill him Johnny, make him scream.

The knife clattered to the floor and John stumbled backwards, hand covering his mouth. Sherlock, the real Sherlock was frozen, staring at John with fear in his eyes. John stared back at him, he breathed erratically making his palm sweaty tears stung his eyes.

I'm disappointed in you John, you should have just ended it.

John slapped his hands over his ears. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" He screamed. "Get out of my head!"

Luke giggled and he felt icy breath on his neck. Arctic hands trailing on his neck and chest, moving his arms down beside his body. Luke hugged him turning him to ice, and he felt the frost in his veins leaking into his heart, freezing him to the core. By now John was crying tears freezing on his cheeks and he winced when he felt his heart numb with cold. The ice clenched his heart and he cried out struggling in Luke's arms. They were like a barrier blocking him from the warmth, blocking him from reality and he fell into the pit, insanity became him.

The pit is where he went insane. There was no sound, not even the ringing your brain makes up just to have a sound, and he was stranded his brain his only companion. Inside the pit Sherlock fell, he fell, and he fell. And he hit the ground, John screamed. Blood seeped from Sherlock's head and John vaulted forward only to be knocked down, slamming his head on the pavement. Scarlet soaked his beautiful ebony curls and stained the sidewalk. Intelligent eyes clouded with death and his vision disoriented by tears that didn't fall.

The scene vanished leaving him to wallow alone in the out, he liked it that way secluded, alone. His wrist stung and the blood had dried a maroon colour. Red fingernails cut into his wrist and he hissed, they continued up to his neck where they sliced into his skin, paper cuts. Instead of blood,red smoke trailed from the grazes on his neck, the smoke smelled strongly of roses and he choked. Looking up into the face of Irene Adler she smiled. Fingers trailing up to his face she cut across his cheekbones, black smoke fell to the floor like tears, exploding similar to water when it hit the ground. Her lips were painted red to match her nails and they stretched across needle-like teeth.

But her smile had faded, replaced now with pity, her hair wasn't done up it fell in waves, blue smoke threaded with brown giving her face a eerie look and her eyes glowed blue to match. She wore Sherlock's coat, black dress underneath and she smiled a sad smile.

"Goodbye John Watson." And she vanished. John breathed a sigh of relief.

The cuts didn't disappear with her, but they had stopped leaking red smoke. He hugged his knees to his chest clutching on to them for dear life, tears still hadn't fallen and his eyes stung. Hands reached out for his out of nowhere moaning for various people and he had shrunken into himself. Sand leaked from nowhere filling up the room, the red smoke mixing with the sand looking like blood, he didn't move. Death, he would die see Sherlock again anything to get away, the sand continued to fall. It was past his ankles. When it reached his elbows the temperature dropped, sand cold as ice stung his wrist and he shivered. He could feel the ice make its way to his heart, trailing down his neck and up his legs, white smoke leaked out of his cuts falling into the red and they danced.

Luke appeared before him but he didn't smile he only stared a small frown played on his face. This isn't fun anymore Johnny, your time is up. And he disappeared again leaving him alone once more. The sand had stopped flowing and he was surrounded only by the mist and the icy sand. Footsteps echoed in his ears and he covered them whimpering. There was a blast of heat and the ice in his veins started to melt, the arms that encircled his body were warm and he leaned into the embrace. The heat lifted him up and out of the pit, placing him on what felt like a warm cloud and kissed his forehead. Opening his eyes he was eye to eye with Sherlock and he started sobbing.

"I-I'm so sorry Sherlock." He choked out. "I thought you were someone else."

Sherlock smoothed a hand over the cut on his cheekbone, frowning.

"John..I'm more worried about you and your mental stability." His voice sounded like music in his ears and he sighed.

Something caught John's eye by Sherlock's shoulder, it was Luke. John scrambled away from Sherlock, screaming, Luke waved at him. Sherlock dove at John grabbing his biceps trying to pin him down and stop his screaming. John couldn't rationalize why he was screaming, his mind had broken and nothing made sense, Luke had finally made him crack, insane. He was falling away from reality and nothing could ground him not even Sherlock. He screamed at Luke.

"Go away! I hate you, you fucking demon. I'm going to kill you, rip your fucking throat out." Darkness completely clouded his vision and he stopped screaming, he was silent. Luke's laughter echoing in his ears. Sherlock was trying to get his attention, shaking him, he tried to respond but it was like his body had shut down, he was eternally in the pit. Lost.

A/N: R&R please! .x