Guys, I have no idea how to say I'm sorry enough for taking so dang long. I will say now that I have SO MANY excuses... but I'm not gonna use them. At least, not most of them XD I have a few, rather exciting excuses, so I'll just use those.
First of all, I volunteered at Comic Con and I am now part of the crew! :D IM SO EXCITED AHHHHHHA! I get to work Main Stage which is where all the BIG things happen and there's going to be a Star trek Fan Xperiance thing happening in that room, cause there's gonna be lots of Star Trek Next Generation people, and William Shatner is going to be hosting it! :D They are still trying to get Patrick Stewart there, and stuff, so he can be with his crew mates XD AND Karl Urban is gonna be there! I heard he was gonna be doing the Star Trek thing, but now I have no idea. ANYWAY, they are trying to get Benedict and Tom Hiddleston there too AND I REALLY HOPE THEY DO! :D AAHAOihrjbgtiubgriugkjHBIBIRUH can you tell I'm excited? XD
Second of all, I've been helping a good friend with her Fan Fiction so I've been quite busy with that. But I've also been working on other fan fictions soooooooo... But it all of that, never have I EVER forgot about this one. I just have major writers block for this one. :P As I have said and will say again, I will NOT give up on this one. It will take me time to get it done, but I will keep trying to do my best and post this when I can so that I can finish it!
Honestly, I'm still trying to figure out who should win the Hunger Games and how XD It's such a hard decision! Cause I love these people! And I know, you're probably thinking, "Well, Sherlock HAS to survive. It's obvious." But really... its not... sometimes, other people should live, too! XD Molly is basically the main character. How in the heck am I gonna kill her? XD Then again, I think the same with Sherlock... and John... and Moriarty... and Greg... And Mary... UGH I dunno! I'm gonna be just as surprised as you!
To Guest who reviewed: Yes, it is based on the Hunger Games... that was sort of the point XD But I think I know what you mean. There were some things I put in here that really DO sound A LOT like things that happen in the Hunger Games books, and I didn't realize it until later, so sorry about that! D: And I totally understand the spelling thing. It may not seem like it, but I'm a pretty good speller, most of the time. But I also make really bad typo's so that's not totally my fault. I blame my fat fingers! XD Thank you for reviewing! :D
Why are these intro's always so long? I'm sorry. I'll shut up. XD I hope you enjoy this chapter. I tried to make it much longer than the others, just because I felt so bad, and actually, it was gonna be a bit longer than it is, but I thought that it was good the way I ended it so I did... ANYWAYYYYYYYYY. On with the death! 3:D Sorry... sorta... :)
They all sat around the fire, it being their only light source- besides the torch-when the sun had set. They all felt better after having their fill of good, clean water. They had placed the rocks Greg and Irene had gathered, into the fire. Once the stones had heated up enough, they placed them into the water, boiling out the bacteria. James also brought a bag of various snacks he found at the cornucopia. They rationed the amount each person could eat until they could go back to the cornucopia in the morning and double check for proper food. After that, it was just a matter of hunting down something edible.
Molly sat between Sherlock and Greg, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her arms were wrapped around her legs and her chin rested on her knees. She stared at the flames as they licked the air. She could hear the others talking but it was like they were speaking another language. She couldn't understand a word anyone was saying and she was too tired to focus. In fact, she was not really paying attention to anything until Sherlock stood up and started heading out of the cave.
"Where are you going?" Molly asked, looking up at him.
He did not stop as he answered. "Outside," Stating the obvious.
Molly slightly shook her head at his tone and stood up to follow him.
"Don't go too far," James said indifferently, poking a stick at the logs in the fire.
Molly glanced back at him over her shoulder and then continued to follow Sherlock. She found herself becoming jealous of Sherlock as she tripped over rocks that weren't even close to threatening, while Sherlock just gracefully glided over said rocks, not even looking at the ground to find safe places to set his foot.
Sherlock exited the cave, stopping about fifty feet from the cave entrance and stuffing his hands in his pockets to shield his fingers from the wind. Molly could see his form illuminated by the moon as he looked up at stars.
Molly soon joined him and stood next to him, looking up like he was. She smiled up at the sky, thinking how this was the one thing that seemed normal, before slightly frowning when she remembered that it was not even the real night sky. Not the real wind.
"What are we looking for?" Asked Molly, looking across the sky for something that might be important.
"Making sure." He answered in his deep voice.
Molly looked up at him. "Of what?" The Anthem of Panem started playing at that moment, making Molly jump.
Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes at her reaction. They both stared at the circular symbol of Panem that appeared above them, and then the faces of the dead Tributes showed up in order of their Districts:
The girl from District three; Both Tributes from District six, which Sherlock exhaled slowly in relief for, having been holding his breath; The boy from District seven; Both from District nine; The girl from District ten; And the boy from District twelve. The music and the face of the boy faded away and then everything was quiet again.
Sherlock and Molly continued to stare at the sky for a minute. Fireflies flew around them and the lake that was now in place of the mud lapped onto the rocks about thirty yards away.
"Who was the Tribute next to me?" Molly asked, looking at Sherlock who was watching the fireflies hovering over the lake. "The one who walked off his platform?"
"Carl. Carl Powers. District Twelve." Sherlock replied. Then, more to himself, he said, "Wonder what happened to his shoes..."
Molly looked out over the lake for a few moments, trying to imagine Carl Powers' face, before asking, "You said you were making sure. Making sure of what, exactly?"
"John," Sherlock said, his voice low and husky. Molly had to strain to hear him over the falls, and her being somewhat deaf now did not help. "He's safe, for now. Ow!" Sherlock turned around, wiping a hand across his back.
"What is it?" Molly asked, startled.
"Something..." He continued to look around, seeing nothing unusual. "Something burned right through my coat." He turned the back of his coat in front of him as much as possible and found the area of the burn. "Well, that's not what I was expecting." He said, mildly surprised. He rubbed his finger on the small black dot, that they could barely make out from the light of the moon.
Molly looked from his face to the spot he was rubbing to his face again. "What is it?" She asked again, more calm this time.
Sherlock looked around again, seeing only rocks, fireflies, waterfalls, the cliff, caves...
"I don't know..." He said, glancing up at Molly before looking back at the burn. "Ow!" He turned around again. "Ow!" And again, swiping his hands through the air behind his back and swearing under his breath from the pain.
Molly kept taking steps back and forth, wondering if she should get the others or if she should go to him. The obvious answer was she should help him, but what could she do?
"Sherlock!" She tried getting his attention, watching as he turned in circles. She threw her arms out and placed her hands on his shoulders to stop him, his back facing her. She looked at his back, staring it down, as if daring something to hurt him again.
Sherlock inhaled sharply through his teeth and let out a breath to calm himself.
"I don't see anything..." Molly said after a few moments.
"And I haven't felt anything since you touched me," Sherlock said, barley above a whisper. He repeated what he said a little louder, upon realizing the falls would overtake his voice, and to repeat his realization to himself. "Well, apart from feeling like an open flame." He inhaled sharply again.
"Ouch!" Molly jumped back, her hands falling off his shoulders and going to the back of her neck. She did not feel anything there, but she felt a burning sensation run its way up to her head from the point where her neck and back meet.
Sherlock shouted in pain again, but Molly caught sight of something the moment before. At least, she thought she did. She blinked the second it happened.
She stared at Sherlock for a few moments, waiting for something to happen. He continued to spin in circles, his eyes shifting in every direction, looking for the source of his pain.
As she watched Sherlock, she saw a flash of light on the side of her eye before feeling the pain she had felt on the back of her neck. Her shoulder felt like it was on fire. She expected to see flames rising into the sky from her shoulder, and even though there was no fire of physical form, she still slapped at her shoulder as if there was.
She felt it again and again, on her legs and on her arms and on her back. Within a matter of seconds, she felt consumed by it. The pain was everywhere. She fell to her knees, her arms flying all around her, hoping it would stop whatever was harming her.
Sherlock was yelling at her, but she could barley hear him over her screams that were now drowning out the roar of the falls.
Sarah Sawyer was freezing. Her whole body shook as she shivered uncontrollably. Her teeth chattered together and she hugged herself for some warmth.
John noticed, but did not do anything about it for a few minutes, too embarrassed to do anything. Eventually, he could not take it any more. He was far too chivalrous than he'd like to admit. He scooted closer to her, took off the patchy jacket his stylist had made for him, rested it on her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her.
She sighed, relieved to finally have some warmth, and leaned into him, the bridge of her nose coming into contact with his neck, making John flinch.
"Sorry," Sarah said, having felt his head move away. He quickly moved his head back, feeling a bit guilty for moving. "I'm turning into a snowman." She laughed.
"A snowman?"
Sarah lifted up her head to look at him with wide eyes. "You mean, you don't know what a snowman is?"
John shook his head and lifted his shoulders in a shrug, the corners of his lips slightly turned down.
"Well, I'll show you when we-" She turned away from him, realizing what she was about to say. "I'm sorry." She glanced at him.
He avoided her eyes at first, looking down at the ground instead, before looking back up at her and giving her a small smile.
"No, I know. It's all fine," He cleared his throat. "Really. It's fine." He repeated when she just stared at him, unsure.
She nodded and then leaned in to him again and closed her eyes. John rested his head on hers, and looked up at the half of the sky that he could see from the crevice in the cliff side that they sat in.
He clenched his fists multiple times, trying to keep his fingers warm. It was not as cold as Sarah made it seem. He started to wonder if she faked being so cold just for an excuse to be close to him. He also realized that he did not mind that so much.
"Finally," He breathed once the Anthem of Panem started playing. Sarah opened her eyes, and they watched as the faces of the other Tributes flashed across the sky.
John sighed in relief when the first Tribute was the girl from District three. Sherlock and Molly were alive. But then again, so was James Moriarty.
"He was blown to bits," Sarah muttered.
John looked over at her, tears dropping down her face. "What, the boy from earlier?"
She nodded, and continued looking outside. "Carl. He was from my District. We weren't really good friends or anything, but he was nice to me. I never thought him the type to end his own life..."
John brought her closer to him while she cried silently. She covered her face on his shoulder, staining his shirt with her tears.
They sat there in silence for a few minutes. John looked around at the waterfalls, wondering where Sherlock was at that moment. Had he been watching the sky as well? Was Molly hurt? Were she and Sherlock separated? When would Sherlock send him a sign that it was time to go against Moriarty?
The moment that question entered his mind, a shriek resonated across the rock walls. Sarah's head flew up and they both sat there, listening, their heads turning side to side in search for the soul who was the source of such an agonizing cry.
John stood up, taking Sarah by the elbow to help her up as well.
"No, please, don't," Sarah begged, seeing the look in his eyes.
"I have to. I have to go. I need to know." He answered.
"No, you don't. We can make it without them." She grabbed his upper arm, hoping it would convince him to stay.
"Only to have to kill each other in the end?" John demanded.
"We may have to do that anyway."
"Exactly," John said quickly. Her hand slipped off his arm. She looked at the ground. "Are you coming or not?" He asked softly.
She looked back at his face but was unable to meet his eyes. She hesitated and John could not wait for her answer. He ran outside, towards the screaming and yelling. Sarah soon followed.
The Anthem of Panem resonated through the cave. James continued to poke a stick at the fire, ignoring the music completely. Irene, Sebastian and Greg listened. Greg was itching to go outside and see, but he could not quite bring himself to actually do it.
"Why don't you boys get some sleep?" Irene told the three of them once the Anthem faded away. "I'll keep an eye out."
Greg and Sebastian thanked her, and lied down on their makeshift beds. James threw his stick in the fire, but continued to stare at the flames.
"You should get some sleep, too, Jamie," Irene said, almost as distracted by the flames as he was.
"Can't," Was all he could say.
"Something on your mind?"
James finally tore his gaze away from the fire, and looked towards the cave entrance. Irene followed his gaze, and even though there was nothing to see, she knew what he was thinking about. Or, who he was thinking about. They could not see Sherlock and Molly in the distance and darkness.
"Always," James answered, turning back to the fire after a few moments. Then, in a low voice so it was hard for Greg to hear, "He said the girl from District nine killed Red. He's a good liar. I almost believed him."
Irene turned to him, her eyebrows coming together in confusion. She spoke low as well. "Red is dead?"
"Like Doctor Seuss," James muttered, finding another stick to poke the fire.
"If she didn't kill Red, then who did?" Irene asked, ignoring his comment.
"Well, he did," James cocked his head in the direction of Sherlock and Molly. "Obviously."
Irene looked back towards the cave entrance. "We knew he could not be trusted," She said, almost inaudibly.
"But you're wrong. He can," Irene turned to him again. His head was turned down, but his eyes stared up at her. "We can't."
That's when the scream echoed loudly through the cave. Greg and Sebastian sat up so fast, they became dizzy and almost bumped heads with how close they were to each other.
Greg was the first to stand up. The others followed suit. They all glanced at each other, the same idea floating through their minds.
"Think it's them?" Sebastian asked.
"Oh, its most definitely them," Greg answered, and then he took off running through the cave, focused on making it to them as fast as possible. The other three hesitated.
"This could be good," Irene said, looking over at James.
"Unless they survive," James answered, and then he took off after Greg, with the other two on his heels.
Greg burst out of the cave. His eyes went wide when he saw the scene before him. Two dark figures were surrounded by hundreds of floating lights that were flying in and out, away from them, and then back towards them. The taller figure was hunched near the other, who was curled into a ball on the ground. The smaller figure, who Greg assumed to be Molly, continued screaming.
As Greg got closer, he could just barely hear Sherlock's voice through her screams and the waterfalls. Greg called their names, hoping they would hear him. Everything was just so loud.
"...et...wate...!" Sherlock shouted as loud as he could, but Molly just could not focus on his words, no matter how much she tried. She tried to stop screaming, but the pain was so agonizing, she just knew that she was going to die.
"...To...ater!"
"Sherl..." Another voice joined, piercing through the chaos. Molly curled into herself even more, hoping it would help, but it only made it worse, since she was stretching the burned skin on her back.
"...sh...her...e wat...!" She could only catch bits and pieces of the two voices, before she felt hands grab onto her and push her over onto the rocky ground.
"...Molly, go!" Sherlock shouted as loud as he possibly could.
Smoke wafted off Molly's burning body, clouding her eyes. She blinked, trying to clear her vision as she looked for Sherlock.
She tried to pick herself up off the ground, but she was pushed again. She rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself up slowly, onto her hands and knees.
Screaming reached her ears once again, but this time, it was not her own. It seemed Sherlock had pushed her away from the danger, for now.
Next: She just had to get up. That should be easy, right?
Her arms and legs felt like jelly that was set on fire. Her limbs shook as she pushed herself up. It was a slow process, but she was succeeding, to her surprise and delight.
Now, standing upright, she just started walking. She didn't know where she was going, or if it would even help, but she trusted Sherlock. She needed to get somewhere.
Sherlock. Where was he?
Panic welled up in her gut as she turned in quick circles, trying to find his bouncy curls, his tall silhouette, anything. But her eyes were foggy, and it was so dark.
The lights. Where had the burning lights gone? Surely she would be able to see the lights, even through the haze.
And then there was a cannon. And that was when Molly realized the screaming had stopped.
"Molly! Molly!"
"John?" Molly breathed. He wasn't close enough to hear her, but his second call sounded closer than the first.
"John!" Another voice called, a girls voice, sounding anxious.
"Sarah, just stay there!" His voice sounded even closer, and Molly was grasped by the arms, his breath in her face. She sucked in a sharp breath, his grip relighting the fiery pain on her skin. He immediately let go, muttering an apology.
"Molly, we've got to get you to the water."
"Water?" She licked her lips. She felt like a furnace, and would give anything to douse herself with cold water.
He lightly grabbed her wrist and started walking, slowly at first, but he tried to quicken his pace, becoming anxious, while still keeping a light hold on her burning arm.
"Where's Sherlock?" She asked, feeling the panic starting to consume the burning sensations throughout her body once again.
He hesitated. "He's fine."
"John," Heat gathered up behind her eyes, and this time, it wasn't from the lights. "Where is-"
"Hold your breath."
"What-" There was pressure on her back, and she started falling forwards. A rush of wind, followed by liquid cold, that immediately took affect to her boiling hot body.
Strong arms wrapped around her mid-section and the cold water dripped off her body. She gasped for air as soon as she broke from the water.
"Sorry about that, Molly," John said in her good ear. He steadied her and they stood knee-deep in the water. "Feel better?"
Now that she thought about it, yes. She didn't feel like smoke was floating off her body, but inside, she still felt like she was the volcano housing its lava. Nevertheless, she nodded.
John helped Molly sit down, just on the edge of the lake.
"I'm going to bring Sarah-" But he didn't have time to finish before another scream consumed the air around them. John whipped his head in the direction he had left Sarah, and screamed her name, and ran towards her through the water.
Now that the smoke had cleared from Molly's eyes, she looked after John, who swam in the direction of a fire-burning Sarah. The bright lights consumed her in seconds, and she was on the ground, like Molly had been earlier.
"Sarah! The water! Jump into the water!" John yelled each time he came up for air, his voice high pitched and panicked.
Molly stood up slowly, not being able to tear her eyes away from Sarah as smoke wafted into the air from her body, her screams so loud, it sounded like she was right next to her.
He's not going to make it... Molly thought.
The screams faded after a few moments, though it felt like ages, and Sarah's body crumpled to the ground, followed by a cannon.
John continued to fight his way towards her, even as the bright lights flew up into the sky and disappeared over the cliffs.
Molly started towards him, going back into the water when someone grabbed her hand to stop her.
"Molly," Warned the deep voice. Molly looked up at Sherlock who was looking at her with a down expression. She looked back at him, her eyes going wide.
"There's nothing you can do for him."
"Except be there," Molly argued, tears forming in her eyes. "Next to him, comforting him."
"He does not need your pity, nor anyone else's."
"But Sherlock-"
"Molly..." While his tone still held his demand, it was also more... sad. She had never heard him speak with such pain in his voice, and even then, it was barely there.
She nodded and they both turned to watch as John hovered over Sarah's body, reaching out to touch it before pulling away from the heat.
"You were lucky," A new voice appeared on the other side of Molly. She jumped slightly, and turned to see Greg who was facing her.
"You guys were the ones to push me out of the way. At least, I think," Molly said. "Thank you. Both of you." She turned to glance at Sherlock who dipped his head in a form of a nod before looking back at John.
And that was when she realized he was still holding her hand.
If you're wondering what Sherlock was yelling (though you can probably guess :P) Here's what he was saying:
"Get to the water!" "Get to the water!" "Push her into the water!"
And this is also probably extremely obvious XD But can you guys guess what the "burning lights" were? Or who? ;) Psh. Questions, questions. Anyway, this is only, like, 1,000 words (or less) longer than the last chapter XD Woopsy. Either way, no more to add.
Until next time, Home Dawgs! I hope you have a lovely week! :)
And, I am going to try to get the Chapter of Susie and Mycroft out there for you guys, soon! I keep forgetting about it, actually XD So, I'll start working on that as soon as possible!
And, if you want... I have a Wattpad which is where I posted a Benedict story on. Woo hoo. :P I have the same username, so if you have a Wattpad, follow me and I'll follow back! :) Or, at least, I'll try to, if I like what I see. Or if you ask, then I will. XD
Man, I talk a lot. I'm so sorry! XD Bye bye, Homefry. *facepalm* *headdesk*