The Final Problems of Johnlock

Returning

AN; There'll be some torture and abuse.

(Sherlock)

As I was lead inside, I could feel Jim's rough hands on my back, shoving me into the building. With a loud Crack the door was slammed shut behind me. I began to deduce from what I could hear, being the creaking in the floor, making the building at least 10 years old. There was a slight draft coming in that I could feel on my ankles, and I could hear the faint sound coming from a light humming a few feet away.

"Oh Sherlock, I've missed this. I miss our little games. Deep down, I know that you miss it too." Jim was probably realizing that I had already figured out where we were, which was an abandoned  hospital that was about 3.7 kilometers from our flat. With this thought, John popped into my mind. I hoped he was ok. Knowing what he has almost done the last time I wasn't there for him motivated me to get back to him as soon as I could.

"How did you do it?" I asked. "I watched you shoot yourself in the head." I could hear a slight quake in my voice, but I hoped that Jim hadn't heard it. 

"Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock." He tutted. "I thought you were supposed to be clever. Figure it out." His voice was coming from right next to me. "Here, I'll be nice, and even give you a clue." Then, he pulled the bag off of my head. I could feel my eyes widen in shock, as I saw Jim Moriarty standing over me, wearing his usual suit, with no creases or wrinkles.

"There, now I'll give you 1 minute to figure out how I pulled it off, before I began hacking you to pieces." The evil gleam in his eye told me that he wasn't kidding, so I began my deductions. I could tell from his suit that he had just had it laundered, probably at the cleaners about a kilometer away from this hospital. There were a few other things to notice about him, like the gel in his hair, but I was more interested in the room.

"Very good Sherlock, you've figured it out, haven't you." His whole face was full of contempt, like he knew I couldn't figure it out even if I tried.

"I'm guessing it was an illusion, you had special affects. Then, you were free to just walk off with your new boyfriend." I tried to look as smug as possible, making sure he couldn't see the fear that I felt. I didn't fear for myself, more for John, who would probably somehow be brought into this.

"Well, you were right about one thing." His face betrayed his shock that I had found out about his boyfriend. "I do have a boyfriend. I believe you've met as well." He gestured to the man who had brought me here when he said this, and his smirk told me my suspicions were correct.

"I believe you've gone and got yourself one as well?" He looked practically gleeful when he saw the brief second my face betrayed me. "And, of course, you realize that he is going to be in a lot of trouble in just a bit, when he sees your little note that you left. Oh yes, Seb did tell me about that, but I decided to let it go to see if your little pet was as smart as you led me to believe." My fear for John doubled, and i began to fight the restraints on my arms so that I could throttle him.

"Not so fast, Sherly. You don't mind if I call you that do you? For John's sake?" I swallowed the retort I was about to scream. I had to go along with whatever, for John's sake. It didn't matter what happened to me, John was my number one priority. 

"Now, since you didn't figure out how I did it, its time to make you scream." The glint was back, and he beckoned for his boyfriend to come forward. He whispered something in his ear that made him grin, before nibbling his ear gently, making sure I saw it all. I considered making a run for it, but realized that Jim would have me before I could get to John. 

Then, the man, Seb, kicked me, causing me to stumble into the metal chair positioned behind me. As he chose one of the knives that he had laid out on the table nearby, I went into my mind palace, in the room dedicated to John. I could barely feel the man put the restraints on me, tying me to the chair. When I finally emerged, I saw him standing over me, holding the biggest knife I'd ever seen in my life. All I could think about was John when the man began to cut at any part of me he pleased, beginning with my face.

He cut long into the night, until I finally was released from the agony and passed out.