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Crunch Crunch Crunch.
John slowly squinted as he tried to opened his eyes. His subconscious was threatening to take him back into sleep.
Crunch Crunch Crunch. It was louder this time.
His eyes flew open as a dump of adrenaline flowed through him. He quickly sat up and looked wildly around, trying to see through the trees around them; he couldn't see anything. All there were were trees and more trees.
Crunch Crunch Crunch. Even louder this time.
Panic started threatening to overtake him and he looked over to his left at Greg who was still fast asleep.
John started shaking Greg's shoulders. "Greg, wake up, shit..." He frantically looked around as the crunching noise got louder and more frequent.
"Wha'...blimey, what is it, John?" Greg opened his eyes and, with John's help, sat up.
"There's...noises, crunching, coming near us. It sounds like footsteps and more than one person..." John could hear the panic rising in his voice and knew that he needed to calm down. This was like war, he had to keep his head.
He quietly stood up and listened intensely for more sounds. No sounds came and John felt his heart rate lessen slightly.
Maybe it was just an animal. Yeah, that was probably it. Probably not Moriarty's dangerous goons, just some blood thirsty animals wanting to eat us. I feel much better now.
John would have laughed to himself if the situation wasn't so serious.
Suddenly, it was like a slow ambush, men dressed in black emerged from the trees into the clearing across from where John and Greg were at. One particularly large man was in the front. They were slowly and intently moving toward John and Greg, like they were prey that they knew couldn't get away. John didn't see any weapons in their hands, but, by the size of most of them he doubted they needed any.
John snapped into action as he scrambled to help Greg get to his feet.
"Come on, come on!" John frantically grabbed Greg's arm and pulled him in the direction away from the men.
The two of them set off in a run, as fast as they could go, into the forest. John stumbled over branches and roots and tried to help Greg keep up, he knew that they could only make it so far with Greg's stomach. His breath was coming in hitches, and it wasn't long before he obtained a painful stitch in his side. His heart was pounding as they ran for their lives. Before John knew it, he had lost Greg. He looked back and saw Greg leaning against a tree, one hand clutching his stomach.
"Go, just go!" Greg yelled at John.
John shook his head and made to move toward Greg, he could hear the men growing nearer; he couldn't leave Greg behind.
"No, go John! It's better if they only get one of use instead of both of us!" Greg frantically tried to wave John away.
But it was too late, John had already reached Greg and had put his arm around him and started moving them away from the men coming for them.
"You bloody idiot, why didn't you just leave me? We're never going to make it."
But they kept moving as fast as they could even though John knew that Greg was right. He could hear them growing closer.
It's useless, John thought, we're never going to make it.
Just as that thought entered into John's mind, he felt something hard knock him into the ground on his back and he felt a searing pain above his right eye. He tried to look over and find where Greg was, but blood kept getting in his eyes and obscuring his vision. He heard a cry of pain and reached out next to him trying to get to Greg but rough hands were suddenly holding his arms to the ground. A menacing, angry face filled his line of sight. John immediately felt fear when he saw the man. He wasn't Moriarty, but he was definitely cut from the same cloth.
The man took his grip off of John's arms and grabbed his shirt collar, lifting his head off the ground slightly and shook.
"Where is Sherlock Holmes?" The man was yelling.
John's vision was fading and the man's voice was muffled.
He felt a fist connect with the side of his face and his head lolled to the side. The man continued to shake him.
"Where is he!" The man yelled even louder.
But John was in no condition to reply, his vision was fading to black and practically no sound was coming in. He faintly heard a scream of pain before he felt another fist connect to his face and he passed out.