All They Needed: A JohnLock High School AU |NaNoWriMo|

Chapter 32: Almost

Chapter 32: Almost

John

John woke up.

He felt disoriented and the world spun around him. To make matters worse, his wounds stung in the cold icy air and the feeling of nausea hit his body, making him taste bile in his throat.

A few minutes passed, during which his eyes stayed shut, feeling the world whirl around him. Finally, he felt the nausea subside.

He carefully opened his eyes and his heart jumped at the sight before him; Sherlock Holmes was in front of him, his cold eyes drilling into John's own.

"Sh... Sherlock?" John's voice was barely a whisper, the ringing in his ears almost drowning his voice out-but still, Sherlock heard him clearly.

"Hello, John," Sherlock said, bitterness lacing his tone. "So nice of you to visit me."

"Oh shut up, you bloody git. I know you can escape from that fucking chair with your eyes closed," John said, his eyes narrowing at Sherlock's demeanour.

A smile played on Sherlock's lips. "Maybe I can. But not now," he said, acting high mighty.

John frowned. His friend was acting so cold to him, speaking to him as if he was just another person in the world, looking at him as if he was nothing.

John pursed his lips and nodded. His heat felt heavy, but there was a glimmer of hope that it was all just an act to throw Moriarty off.

"So, where are we?" John asked.

"Saint Petersburg, Russia," Sherlock replied.

The metallic door swung open and Moriarty walked down the steps with an air of poise and grace-and yet there was something dangerous and cocky about him, like he had something no one else had.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite hero and his sidekick," Moriarty drawled. "How's it going down here?"

"Shitty, obviously," John snorted.

Moriarty just smiled. "Yes. It's extremely cold and if I don't kill you myself, hyperthermia will. It's definitely shit."

Moriarty walked over to Sherlock, produced a needle from his pocket and stuck it in Sherlock's neck, pushing the clear liquid down into his system-but not everything. He only injected a small dose that left more than half of the liquid in the needle.

"Don't worry, Sherlock," Moriarty said, leaving the needle on top of the table. "It was only a small dose, so it will only take effect in eight hours. If I gave you the entire thing, you'd go crazy right away and you'd just kill yourself here. That wouldn't be any fun!"

John never saw a man so crazed in his eyes. The way Moriarty laughed was enough to scare you shitless. The gleam in his eyes could be compared to the Joker-ruthless.

"Now, John," from his other pocket, he pulled a gun out and directed it at John's forehead. "It's going to be a bit faster for you."

John's heart rate shot up, sweat piling up in the corner of his brow. The idea of dying seemed so far away and yet here he was, just a second away from Death's doorstep.

"Irene did her job well. As well as Magnussen. Bet you didn't know that, Sherlock," Moriarty smugly said. "Magnussen works for me. Has been ever since, actually. I just wanted to have some... fun."

"And yet, I have never seen Magnussen. What did he do exactly to please you?" Sherlock asked, rolling his eyes. "I know what Magnussen looks like and I've never seen him."