2 chapters today, look at that! you might not get the next one until the weekend. it is extra long!
"Sherlock no!" shouted Molly and Sherlock heard a thump as the butt of the gun connected with Molly's head. He almost stopped them. Moriarty smirked at his hesitation but said nothing. Sherlock continued to march towards the poles. He finally reached them. Bolts of electricity seemed to latch onto his arms, wrenching them from his sides he cried out. The electricity immobilised him and seemed to probe into his mind. The mind block disintegrated. Flashes of memory, of the Master, the Doctor, the endless constant drums. He was somehow detached from the pain, and he could see the gate it was starting to open. He was dimly aware of someone screaming. For a moment he was worried it was Molly, but then he realised it wasn't. It was him.
Molly was still dazed from the blow to her head. Her vision was fuzzy, and she could feel a trickle of blood running down her forehead. She focused on Sherlock. He had reached the poles now. Suddenly electric bolts snaked down and caught his arms. He cried out and Molly knew this was bad. Really bad. Sherlock never expressed emotions, so what was happening that made him cry out like that? Then as she watched in horror, his back arched and he started to scream. It was a horrible animal noise. The gate itself seemed to respond to Sherlock's inhumane cries. It ripped and shook and a crack appeared in the fabric, like an evil smile. Black flowed through is a steady trickle, that grew larger with every second.
There was no way out.
They were all going to die.