Same thing as last chapter, but Johns point of view. Just seemed a good idea at the time...
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John was frozen on the spot. There was a perfectly dead woman standing in their doorway, preparing to strike them down. What? Everything made no sense, everything was wrong. It was impossible. He was suddenly freed from his spot when he felt his gun being tugged out of his hand. His hand? How was it there? Sherlock shot the woman square in the chest, and he expected her to topple over on to the carpet. But she- no it- didn't. It looked down at the hole in its chest, and ice crawled over until it was frozen solid. How? He didn't even know what to make of this. Suddenly, the thing opened its mouth and a blizzard came out and hit Sherlock in the face. The Doctor darted forward and pulled Sherlock back, before the ice could do any lasting damage. He looked back at the monstrosity in front of them, that was just observing them with a cool glare.
"What the hell is that thing!?" He shouted at the other two, over the sound of billowing wind. He needed answers now, he could tell that they knew a lot more than him, and he was damned if he was going to be some sort of third wheel, again, not now, when their lives were at stake. And why was could he feel icy wind on his face? The windows were closed, and there was no apparent source.
"It's part of the Great Intelligence. They've taken over the body and infused it with ice. It's the ice cold killer." The Doctor said, as way of explaining things. But it just made John's head spin, what the Doctor said was nonsensical. But then, this frozen woman was also an impossibility, so he guessed he should just take the Doctor's words as truth. But he still didn't understand them. As if he had read his mind, Sherlock turned to him and explained in a way he could understand better.
"The Great Intelligence is an organization that is trying to take over London. But the Doctor is wrong." He said. He moved toward Sherlock so that he could hear him better, because the wind was still whooshing around the flat.
"The woman was a victim of the GI. But then they used her body and turned it into a killing machine. It's both the Ice Cold Killer and a victim of the Ice Cold Killer. There's more than just one of them." He clarified. John nodded his head slowly, it was a lot to take in, but it made more sense than when the Doctor had said it. This case was nothing like he had heard of before, and his suspicions about aliens had been confirmed. He knew there was something spacey about the whole thing.
John only then realised they had been backed into a corner.
-Damn it man, what happened to your soldier senses?-
-Ask Sherlock-
-Later. Right now, we need a plan-
-Sherlock will make one-
-Don't depend on Sherlock, he just lied to you for three years-
-He's still your best friend-
-You would still die for him-
-Focus. Plan-
-Can't go around it, not enough room or time for all of us.-
-Can't kill it, it's an ice thing-
-Fire?-
-Not in the flat. I happen to live here-
-There's no way out for all of us-
-There's only one option-
-No-
-Yes, I have to do this-
-For Sherlock-