Hello everyone. I'm sorry to bring you bad news but this chapter is the most suckiest chapter I have ever written and I'm so sorry it is so crappy but I've been feeling like shit the latest days and I just wanted to get this chapter finished so I can start writing on a short Inheritence Cycle oneshot I've had in my head for a day now. By any means, I really hope you will like this chapter and my English is probably a bit crappier than usual in this chapter but please, just continue on the story thank you. :) It's shorter than usual too but I promise the next chapters will be longer, I just need some sleep. ~ xx
John woke up the next morning by a continuous whining. He slowly opened his eyes and immediately looked at Sherlock and realized that the loud whining was his doing. John frowned, thinking it was kind of weird and rustled his flatmate softly. Or date. Date. The word made the chicken inside of him chirp loudly and happily ruffling its feathers. He sighed happily in reaction to the warm feeling that spread across his system before rustling Sherlock again. The man was shifting around in the bed and his arms and legs moved like he was running.
"Sherlock... Wake up." John whispered and the taller man's eyes suddenly opened and stared at John with a look he had never seen before, the look of a hungry wolf. John jerked by fear and moved some inches away from Sherlock instinctively.
"John...?" Sherlock murmured sleepily and his eyes had turned to their normal sharpness.
"Y-yes...?" stuttered John, still a little frightened. He didn't dare to look at Sherlock yet, instead he looked at the white wall before him.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked and John heard him reaching for his hand but John moved it away from his reach.
"John?" Sherlock asked, now a tad bit worried, but John still didn't dare to look at him even though the worry in his voice tempted him to do the latter.
"John, look at me." Sherlock said but John didn't reply nor moved his head. Sherlock's mouth went dry with worry, he looked his lover's stern face in front of him and wondered why he didn't want to look at him.
"John, what's wrong? Did I do something?" the detective asked and finally the army doctor looked at him with his dark-blue beautiful eyes.
"I'm sorry Sherlock but... Er... Your eyes... They scared me.." he admitted.
"When? Now?"
"You were whining and I decided to wake you up and when I did, you have me the weirdest look and I got scared."
"Didn't mean to scare you." Sherlock replied softly and reached out his hand to touch John's cheek but the shorter man turned away.
"I will go up now..." John said with a blank voice "and make some breakfast..." he added before getting up from the bed and leaving the room. Sherlock stared at the place where he had lain just seconds ago.
"Shittery fuckery fuck fuck!" Sherlock cursed himself inside his mind and hit the mattress so hard in anger it broke down and feathers ripped up from the hole. He looked at his clenched fist and saw that it was hairy and that his nails had turned into long claws. He growled deeply at the sight, feeling uncontrollable rage flaring up inside of him.
Why is John so scared of me? I don't mean to scare him, I never do but still the man is frightened to by me! He will never accept me for what I am...
Sherlock let out a loud growl of sadness and anger, and for the first time in his life he let the wild animal inside of him take over. His skinny body turned into massive muscles, his skin into rough fur, his face into a long snout, his ears into large V-shaped ears and his bones snapped and transformed into longer and stronger legs. He howled loudly when he had fully transformed and he was about to jump out of the window, but John's voice stopped him just before he jumped out.
"Sherlock? Everything alright up there?"
Sherlock growled again and got unsure of what to do, his whole system vibrated with anger, sadness and fear of being caught in this condition but before he was able to take a decision, John came into his room and stared at him. Sherlock lost his human side to the wolf.
"Sh-sherlock?" he whispered as he saw Sherlock's clothes torn to rags on the bed & the big wolf standing in front of him, slowly raising itself to stand on two legs.
"Sherlock?" John screamed desperately, looking all over for Sherlock and panicking at the big bad wolf staring at him, he didn't know that Sherlock was standing right in front of him.
Sherlock walked forward to John, he couldn't walk fully upright, he hunched his back a little. John sunk down on the floor into a shivering, crying mess and Sherlock growled deeply and got back on all fours, sniffing on the mans head. John shrieked in fear and Sherlock snarled at the loud noise.
"G-get away! Get away!" John screamed between his sobs, he waved his hand as if he was trying to chase away Sherlock. Sherlock cocked his head and stared at the small Walking Meat in front of him. He couldn't comprehend why the Meat was so angry at him, he had just sniffed at him and tried to talk with him.
"Get away you stupid dog! I need to find my date!" John shrieked with tears rolling down his cheeks, Sherlock wrinkled his nose in response and backed away from the screaming Meat.
"I just want to be your friend!" Sherlock snorted and John whimpered when he heard the deep growling from the wolf. He wanted to hurt it somehow but he didn't have any weapon and he didn't dare to use his bare hands. John started to sob again when he thought that the wolf had eaten Sherlock alive. He had just got his attention damn it... and he was a friend like no other... John started to sob even more and the wolf kept watching him before turning around to jump out from the window. John stared at the wolf, suddenly coming to the realization that this may be the wolf that had been running around, killing those innocent people and now it had killed his most precious thing. Unmanageable rage flared up inside of John and he threw himself over the wolf, taking it down to the floor with a loud "bang!".
"You sodding little piece of shit!" he spluttered and punched the wolf's cheek but the wolf didn't take any notice. It bared it's teeth and let out a loud snarl which caused John to cringe a little, but he was still determined to kill this stupid m*********.
"You've killed my love! You've killed all those innocent people! And now you're here to kill me! I won't..." John punched the wolf's face again. "Let.." again. "You.." again. "kill..." again, harder, dark red blood almost black in it's color, had begun to stain his hands and face. "Me!" he roared and headbutted the wolf's forehead, leaving it unconscious. John panted vigorously,he stomped the werewolves chest and broke some of it's ribs before he left it lying there on the floor.
John flipped up his cellphone and called Lestrade.
"I've got the murderous animal."
"What?"
"It has eaten up Sherlock."
"... WHAT!"
"Yes." John said and his voice was thick with sadness. "Come here quickly please..." he added with a weak voice and closed the call. He fell down on the floor and into a large pile of a sobbing, sniveling crying mess.
Blood red light shone down at the wounded, bleeding body in front of him, he didn't know who this person was, the only thing he knew was that he didn't belong to it anymore. He cocked his head while watching the body.
Is this me? He asked out in the void and looked at his hands. His hands was the paws of a wolf and he stared at them a long time before feeling an awkward heaviness clouded his mind.
Goodbye dear friend he murmured before falling into darkness.
"We have caged him... or uh... it in now." said Lestrade to John and John nodded slightly. "Do you want to go and look at him or do you want to stay here?" the DI asked and John shrugged, staring blankly in front of him.
"Don't know."
"Where is Sherlock?"
"Eaten."
"No."
"Yes."
"No. We x-rayed the whole creature but we didn't find a body inside of it."
"What?" John snarled.
"Uh yes.." Lestrade said and backed off.
"Thank GOD he is not dead!" John exclaimed relieved and reached out his hand towards heaven. Lestrade perked an eyebrow.
"Well..." cough "Do you want to watch him or not? We've tried to clean his wounds as much as we could bu-" Lestrade was cut off.
"Clean his wounds? Why? Shoot him like the animal he are! He have killed ten innocent people!" John growled and Lestrade furrowed his brows by the other mans reaction.
"Well... I think we should wait until a veterinary or an animal expert have had a look on him." Lestrade suggested and John nodded.
"Okay then... and sure, I can see him." he added and followed Lestrade to a small, dark room. In the back of the room was a pretty big cave with a heavy padlock. John could see a pair of amber colored eyes flicker slightly through the thick darkness.
"I will leave you two alone, he gets too angry when I'm around." Lestrade said and left the small room. John walked up to the creature and stared at the wolf lying in the cage.
"Where have you gone with my Sherlock, huh?" John snapped at the creature but the creature didn't take notice of him. It looked a little sad and lost.
"You don't deserve to live." John spluttered and kicked the cages fence.
"You're a worthless piece of scum. Killing off innocent people like that. Yuck. You're disgusting..." he said and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "What are you anyway?" he snorted and sat down on the grey stone floor in front of the cage.
"You're not a normal wolf, that's for sure. More like a human... wolf thing." he said with a frown and stared at the beast. Sherlock stared back at him, he was at his senses again and he didn't remember much from the day before. The only thing he could remember was him waking up here in the dirty cage with a guilty feeling in his stomach, and his hurting face obviously and... well... his left eye gone completely black. He hadn't been able to see through it since he woke up so he assumed he was blind. He had got some intense punches from John after all, but he still hoped it would heal up by time, but at the same time he wasn't sure it would happen. John continued to stare at him and Sherlock felt more and more guilty and sad. John hated this side of him and it made him so sad. He didn't want John to hate the thing he loved the most with himself. If he only could convince John that he wasn't the other murderous werewolf, that he was his and only his Sherlock. He could transform back to human here and now but after mulling it over, he decided not to. It would be too much of a shock to John and he really didn't want to scare or hurt him again.
"So, creature... How do you feel about being killed soon? I think it's the right thing to do after what you did to Sherlock and the other innocent victims. Asshole." John cursed and Sherlock cocked his head to the side. He hadn't felt so much anger emerging from a human in years, the last time he even felt the slightest anger was from his father. Since John was so angry and seemed to grieve over the "loss" of him, Sherlock assumed that he did have strong feelings for him although he was too afraid to admit it and that gave him a spark of hope. Maybe sometime later in the future John could accept him for who he was and allow him to breed with him. He hoped so, because there wasn't anyone he wanted in this whole world except for John, and if John wouldn't accept him, he was determined to kill himself, because there weren't anything left to live for if the mate denied the love from the werewolf. Sherlock earnestly hoped that John would one day realize that he was a good person despite the fact that half of him was a wolf. John spat on the ground before leaving the room, murmuring angry things. He closed the door behind him with a loud bang. Now, it was time for Sherlock to figure out how to escape the cage before someone would come and shoot him. He heard the soft thud of paws echoing through the small room and suddenly, two pairs of ice blue eyes stared at him and a loud purring could be heard...