Chapter 14
"No, Sherlock!" John screamed, rushing at the man as he held out his hands and leaned forward. He wasn't going to lose him; not again. Reaching out his arms John found himself at the edge of the building. Without a second thought he lunged into the cool air, off the building, toward Sherlock's falling body. John grabbed Sherlock around the waist and pulled him close like it would protect the detective from death's grip. Sherlock looked at him startled.
"Please, Sherlock, don't leave me again," John sobbed, holding Sherlock close to him as they fell. Sherlock tensed in surprise of John's actions. "I remember…I remember everything," John reasoned. He closed his eyes, trying to force back the tears that kept falling down his face and soaking Sherlock's shirt. John buried his face deeper in Sherlock's neck and whispered softly, "I believe in you." It hadn't even been a second after saying those simple words and a pulse of electricity blast through their bodies. A blinding light flashed, forcing them both to shut their eyes, causing the miserably insane world they were living in to shatter into reality.
When John's eyes flew open again he wasn't at the Asylum anymore. He was in a worn down building strapped to a chair and covered in wires. He looked around, finding Sherlock in a chair next to him. He was no longer in the silly hospital clothes like before. He was now dressed in his usual attire. His head was lolled to the side, but his blue eyes were smiling weakly at the old doctor through the mess of hair on his head, but he looked like he had been from hell and back.
"Very good you two," a familiar voice cackled, stepping into view. John and Sherlock looked up to see the doctors and Mr. Darcie standing in front of them with maddened smiles. "Sadly, I'm afraid that we cannot let you live." Mr. Darcie walked to the controls of the machine that was connected to them with wires. The madman flipped the switches to their highest frequency and his hand hovered over the lever. Was this the end?