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When Sherlock stepped through the door into what was surely going to be the most dangerous game of his life, He was rather disappointed. 'Really?' He thought, 'A recreation of an abandoned town? How cliché, how...boring.' He'd expected more from Moriarty. This place reminded him of those B-grade horror movies John sometimes made him watch, the ones with the stupid people who could never tell when the zombies or whatever were right behind them.

Just as Sherlock was about to explore, he heard an intercom or similar device being switched on, and a throat being cleared.

'Hi again Sherlock! Welcome to chaos, the first stage of my little game. Your task is to escape this town. Have fun, and don't be late!'

Sherlock inwardly groaned at Moriarty's annoying sing-song tone. It never ceased to annoy him. One thing bugged him though,

'Why chaos? He wouldn't call it that if there was no reason to, and this place doesn't seem to chaotic.'

Sherlock took in his surroundings quickly and efficiently. There wasn't very much. A small street consisting of about 5 buildings (A small shop, a cafe and three houses.) and a small park. The whole thing was rather detailed and intricate. A lot of work had been put into making it look realistic, there were windows smashed, wrecked cars, even a tumble weed. Rather comical, really.

Sherlock quickly stopped that train o though. There was no time for mucking around here, for he had only four hours, and this was only the first stage. He briefly wondered how many stages there would be as he walked along the deserted 'streets'. He decided to start with the small shop in his right, as the distinct odour of blood that ran throughout the whole town seemed strongest there.

The shop itself was rather ordinary and boring. The corpse pinned to the wall by a knife sticking through it's chest was rather more alarming though. The body was so mutilated that it was hard to tell who exactly it was. Blood dripped from the many wounds on the victim's body. There was blood everywhere, on the wall, on the floor. The person had obviously been alive when they were pinned to the wall, due to the ridiculously large amount of blood and abundance bloody handprints on the wall.

Sherlock stared at the terribly disfigured face, seeing if he could recognise the person.

'Not that it would be anyone I would know, just a random...wait...no...short. Tanned. Blond. Muscular. No! No! NO! Not John, John is what I'm playing for...it's not John, it can't be...'

'John...' Sherlock stared at the face, trying to figure out if it was John or not. The rational side of him was trying to tell him something, but it just wasn't getting through.

Sherlock had to settle for scanning to whole body. He knew something was amiss, but his emotions had the better of him. Somewhere, a part of him knew it was probably a trap, but he'd stopped listening to that part of himself as soon as he stepped into the shop.

It was impossible to tell from the face...he was the right height...he was wearing John's clothes...the exact same clothes John was wearing that day. 'Not John. Not John. Definitely not John. Never John. He must've taken John's clothes and...'

Step...Step...Step...

Something caught Sherlock's eye. Something on 'John's' ankle. A birthmark. A birth mark that John didn't have. Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief. Not John. That was good. Brilliant.

But then the rational part of him kicked in again. He quickly realised what he knew he should of long ago; this was obviously a trap.

Step...Step...Step...Step...Step...

Sherlock froze. 'Shit,' was all he could think, before he made the snap decision to go through a door into the building next door.

'Right. The apartment of the shop-keeper. Lovely. I need a weapon...kitchen; knife.' Sherlock dashed into the kitchen and grabbed two knives. He hid the smaller one in his pocket and brandished the large one. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was found...

Sherlock heard the sound of a door creaking, and he knew he had company.

Coughs and splutters came from the next room. Sherlock carefully opened the door and dashed in there, hoping to surprise the other person. Much to his shock, it was a radio. A simple, two-way radio. Not an axe murderer, a radio. Bloody hell.

'What? That's just...cheating.' Sherlock thought aloud, a massive scowl on his face. 'Oh my god, it was a radio. I'm so stupid. I was scared by a radio. A RADIO. Mental note: NEVER mention this to Mycroft, or John, or Lestrade, or Anderson or any of the other tossers at Scotland Yard. Ever.'

The radio was fairly new, and as Sherlock approached it, a voice began to come through.

'Sherlock, are you listening? Do pay attention. I expected more from you.' It was Moriarty, without a doubt. He could practically hear the smirk in Moriarty's voice, if that was even possible.

'Yes. I'm here.'

'I have someone who wants to speak to you.'

Sherlock coughed and waited for that person to come on.

'Sherlock...It's me...' John's voice was fainter than usual, but still no less recognisable.

'John.' Sherlock's attempt to keep his voice level failed. 'Are you ok?' In hindsight, that was probably a pretty stupid question. It was totally obvious that Moriarty was totally going to be giving him bubble baths, and massages and all-you-can-eat buffets. Totally.

'I'm fine at the...moment. I will...continue to be...fine as long as you play...the game.' The unnatural pauses in John's speech made Sherlock realise he was being fed lines (albeit quite badly) by Moriarty.

'Anything else you wanted to say? You're wasting my precious time, Moriarty.' Sherlock didn't have time for petty distractions. He needed to get out of here fast, so he could get John.

'You can see my hands, Sherlock, or at least my face.'

And then the radio went dead, an eerie silence filling the room once more.

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See you soon, with chapter five!