Eyeball
AN: This shit is probably going to be sad and twisted.
He was running.
His feet were pounding against the wet concrete making a loud slapping sound. John could hear his attacker getting closer. He could almost feel his breath on the back f his neck. He could hear the man's heartbeat. He could feel the man grabbing his collar and spinning him round, throwing him on the floor in one fluid motion.
John looked up into the face of his attacker, blinking furiously as the rain ran down his face. The tall man loomed over him and John knew who he was immediately. Sebastian Moran. One of the scariest and deadly men in the country. Probably the scariest now that his master, Moriarty, was dead.
John knew why the tall man was here, he wanted revenge. An eye for an eye. Sherlock had meant the death of his closest friend and he wanted revenge. He wanted to kill John.
Then, before he knew what was happening, John was running away, veering round corners, ducking and dodging obstacles. He had never run so fast in his life. Strangely enough he found that he wasn't being chased. He turned and looked back down the alleyway, scanning the damp street for the face of his main enemy. When it happened, he wasn't expecting it. He looked up to see the falling body of Moran land on the ground next to him. He had landed on his feet and was ready to punch John in the face. The shorter man fell to the ground, blood pouring down his chin.
The tall man slithered over to him, a twisted smile contorting his face. The evil man held out his clenched hand and opened his fist. Inside it was an eyeball. John recognised it though, It was Sherlock's eye.
An eye for an eye.
Suddenly the eye blinked; skin stretching downwards to cover the whole eye. It opened again then blinked. John screamed. The tears poured down his face, mixing with the rain and blood. That was when he noticed Sebastian held a knife in his other hand and was advancing towards him. Filled with terror, the doctor scrambled backwards on his hands and knees, feeling the wall behind him.
The evil man raised the knife to his own eye, plunging it deep into the soft skin around it. Slowly and screaming silently his whole eye was removed. He placed it next to Sherlock's and pulled one out of his pocket, Moriarty's.
"You next, Doctor Watson." He drawled, creeping closer to John. He shook his head and screamed, frantically trying to avoid the point of the knife. He felt it come close to his, he was going to lose his eyes, the pain was too much for him, it was the en-
John sat up, drenched in icy cold water. Shivering, he reached his hand up to clutch at the skin around his eye. It was all there. He breathed a sigh of relief and then turned to see Sherlock, staring back at him, with a gaping hole where one eye should be.
John's eyes flew open and he threw himself at the sleeping detective next to him. Sherlock sat up and pulled John close to him, stroking his forehead not understanding why John was crying about some nightmare involving an eyeball.