Hello, sorry for the hiatus. I've been busy being an active beta, but I'm back! I recently turned 16 years old (: Yay! Anyway, Sherlock tends to be a bit more caring in this chapter.
Chapter 6
Sherlock's POV
"John?" I called out, scanning the bushes, trees and the little path that I had come from. John should have been running behind me the entire time, where could he have gone? "John!"
Still, there was no answer. Surely John wouldn't have just up and disappeared without telling me, that would have been uncharacteristic of him. I traced my steps back, a good twenty meters back from where I came and noticed his footsteps trailing back to the west, as if he had decided to change directions.
Frowning, I turned back to my original checkpoint, exiting the forest. Then, my cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I responded.
"Hello, Sherlock." The familiar, manipulated voice echoed.
"What do you want?" I demanded, looking everywhere, in hopes of finding John somewhere.
"I only want to rid of your problems." He said, in a mocked innocent tone.
"I don't have any problems!" I disagreed, blatantly frustrated at this point.
"Oh, but we both know that's not quite true."
Then he hung up.
"Damn it!" I cursed, shoving my cell phone back into my jacket.
Problems. This person kept talking about my problems. What problems? The only problem that I could come up with would be my issues with other people. People such as Anderson and Sally. Perhaps there are others, but I have probably deleted them from my memory long ago. I don't understand why I bother to remember Anderson and Sally.
Angrily and worriedly, I scoured the perimeter of the small forest. Where could John have gone? He couldn't have disappeared instantaneously.
"Sherlock!" A distant voice shouted. It was barely audible, but I managed to hear it.
It came from the North end of the forest, and immediately, I made my way around in time to see John stumbling out of the forest.
"Where have you gone?" I nearly scolded him.
John looked bewildered as he frowned, his eyes darting everywhere.
"Where have I gone? Where have you gone?" He retorted, obviously very mad.
"You were supposed to be following me." I muttered. He coughed a couple of times and cleared his throat.
"No, I looked back for a slight second to see if anybody was following us, then I saw you go through one of the bushes." John explained.
I shook my head. "I didn't go through any bush."
"Then who did I just-"
"Where did he go?" I growled, looking both left and right.
"I don't know, I lost you...I mean him, I mean-"
"East, West, North, South? Which direction, John?"
"West!"
"That's where I just came from." I murmured. I ran back, making sure that John was following me this time.
"Sherlock, who are we looking for?" John queried, out of breath.
"A man, no older than us. He wants...I don't know what he wants but he has my number. He called me no more than five minutes ago." I informed him.
"What did he say?" John asked, his lips pressed tightly into a thin line.
I hesitated for a moment, replaying the small conversation in my head.
"He said he wanted to rid of my problems."
"Problems? What problems?"
"I don't know." I sneered. I always knew, but somehow, this time, I had no idea what this stranger wanted from me, or wanted in general. "Next time we must be more careful."
"Right." John coughed.
Silence surrounded us for a minute.
"I should take you home." I suggested, feeling sort of awkward and out-of-place as I had never suggested such a caring action.
John nodded. "Okay."