Sherlock had been watching the camera, his feet propped up on the desk, mobile in hand, when the camera suddenly cut off into static.
He frowned, clicking on some of the buttons. Nothing changed.
Even though it was just a camera cut off, Sherlock felt some kind of instinct fear rising in his throat. Something wasn’t right with the camera cut off: not a malfunction of equipment, an accidental tripped wire.
Someone had done it on purpose.
Suddenly, the fear began to pound on his heart and in his throat. He sprang from his sitting place, shouting John’s name into the mobile as he tried to open the door connecting to the room where his friend was. There was no response as he shoved and pushed at the metal handle. It was stuck, refusing to yield to the detective.
“John? John! John!”
The lights on the door opener clicked on green with a small pop, and the door gave way, the tall man stumbling through. He straightened himself before he fell flat on his face, a small blossom of embarrassment flaming him before the fear returned.
Seeing the cage that John had escaped into to get away from the “hound”, Sherlock ran over to it, his heart beating faster and faster, but he didn’t know what from or why.
Please please please pleasepleaseplease— Ran through his mind when he uncovered the cage and threw the door open. He froze, his breathing uneven, a small sweat running down his neck.
It was completely empty of any being.
John was gone.
John heard Sherlock’s voice calling out to him through the mobile before it cut off as the figure stood outside the cage, their eyes looking at him with…pity? A calm anger? He was speechless, his wide blue eyes staring at the man. The man opened the cage door carefully, and distantly, John could hear a pounding at another door.
“Shh, there there Doctor. I know everything of your heart: all your hopes, your dreams, your disappointments, your anger. It’s what makes you mortal.” The man hissed out the last word, as if the very letters left an acidic taste on his tongue. It was around then that John saw the spear like weapon in the man’s hand, a glowing orb in between two prongs, a crackle of light echoing in the room every now and then.
“Don’t you want to be free from all of that? Free from all the disappointments, the anger, the hurt? You have heart Doctor…” The man smiled, but John felt a cold chill slither down his spine. The last thing he heard was Sherlock shouting through a door before the tip of the spear touched the middle of his chest, and everything was white.