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The man smiled again though this time it wasn't John's warm and loving smile but a cold and sarcastic one. "No." he said in a high, shrill voice. The sound of that voice made Sherlock stumble backwards a little. He pulled himself together and got closer to the man, in an attempt to realize what was wrong. His heart missed a beat when all of a sudden John's kind and loving face started to crumble and was soon replaced by the long pale face of the devil himself. Jim Moriarty was now standing in front of him. If he wasn't that frightened, the fact that Moriarty was still wearing John's jumper would have been funny. But the pure hate in that man's face was probably the most alarming thing Sherlock had ever witnessed.
"John?" Sherlock asked again, quietly. "John?" The other man imitated Sherlock's perplexed voice. "John is dead you idiot" he said calmly "well, he's not dead yet but he IS doomed" Sherlock was staring at him, still trying to understand what was going on. "John stands no chance." He continued "Do you know why?! Because you are WEAK" the calm voice was replaced by an angry one as he said that last word.
"You are SO WEAK!" All at once he started laughing, his laugh as insane as the man himself. Sherlock started running away from him as hard as he could. "You know it, don't you?" he heard the voice calling at him from the distance "You know that he stands no chance." The man, the tree, the grass and the sky disappeared but the laughter remained, echoing in his mind.
I AM weak
He thought to himself as the floor beneath his feet became white and four white walls burst out of the ground around him in a loud, earsplitting noise. They grew to a height of at least three meters before they stopped and a white triangle came out of each wall growing until all the four met and together created the ceiling. He kept running when the ground beneath him started shaking, and all of a sudden the floor before him disappeared and a school burst out of the remaining hole. He looked at it for a moment before the door opened and dozens of kids strode out running all over the place, playing. He knew he saw that place somewhere before but didn't know where.
He started walking towards it, in order to get in but he couldn't control his feet. He was indeed walking but not to the place where the old fashioned looking school stood. His feet kept walking even though he ordered them to stop and has he passed the school he turned around in an attempt to try and go back but his feet kept going on the other direction so he was now walking backwards, stretching his hands forward, trying to grab something but there was nothing there.
I know that it's a short one (even for me) Im sorry, I've been quite busy, I promise that I'll upload more very soon :) enjoy.
