A Most Dangerous Game of Shadows *Superwholock* Book 2

Go Johnny Go, Go Chapter 1

John coughed as air rushed into his lungs gasping his senses began to come to, the ground beneath him felt hard and the air was stale, as he slowly sat up he could feel and hear twigs snap. Blinking a few times he cleared his vision taking in his surroundings he got up military instincts began taking over and his body tensed, the forest he now stood in seemed bleak almost grey. John spun around at the sound of approaching footsteps and sounds of snarling and growling from behind the darkened tree's John could see bright glowing red eyes gasping John wasted no time and took off running, without turning back John could hear snarling and growling as he picked up his pace. Weaving in and out of trees John kept pushing himself suddenly John slid to a stop as he centered in the middle of a fork of trees John's mind raced as he tried to decide on a path hearing a snap John spun ducking the attackers first swing and lunging into the attackers midsection knocking him onto his back not wasting time he began punching his fist clenched tightly the attacker grabbed his arm and tossed John from him with unnatural force. John braced himself and readied for another attack but was thrown off guard when the attacker's mouth bared thin long fangs John sputtered "What the..." the vampire lunged and John moved into evasive maneuvers shifting left John dodged another swing from what appeared to be a blade, crouching down he swept his leg under the attacker knocking him onto his back the force of the fall jarred free the blade, the attacker scrambled for the blade but took John's boot to the face reaching up John picked up the blade swinging back just in time to sink it into the attackers throat. John made a face as the attacker gurgled and bled over him he tossed the body to the side.

As he stood up he heard a distant howl looking back down he reached for the blade yanking it hard enough to not only free the blade from the corpse but the head as well, lifting the blade John could see that the hilt was femur bone and the blade that was wedged in it was a smoothed out and sharpened stone his head jerked as noises emanated from the forest behind him. Without thinking John took the path in front of him clutching the new weapon tightly as he ran. As he ran John patted the inside of his coat finding his flashlight and silently thanking God he hadn't removed it before all this taking it out he clicked it on and pointed it ahead of him slowing just a bit he took in his surroundings turning his head sharply to the right heading toward the water he could hear as he made his way down the side of a hill John kept a vigilant watch as he made his way to the creek. Following its edge he looked for signs of shelter or signs of people taking a deep breath he could feel a presence behind him gripping his blade John spun blocking the first blow from a new attacker spinning out the attacker lost his footing John seized the opportunity and kicked the attacker in the back sending him flying into the creek. The Attack slipped and fell smashing into a rock this pissed him off John's jaw ticked and his grip tightened to the point of his knuckles whitening, placing his footing on solid ground he became the soldier he held deep inside him and braced on the defensive and lifted the blade slightly. The attacker stood sliding on the slick stones he ran at John lunging forward John thrust the blade forth and jutted it deep into the chest of the creep once more John heard the familiar gurgling sound then pulled free his blade letting the body collapse to the ground.

Bolting John took off down the creeks edge his sense now on high alert he didn't know why but people were out to kill him and he had no clue why or what exactly was trying to kill him then a thought hit him and the air rushed from his lungs "Sherlock..." Johns mind raced Moriarty had Stabbed Sherlock and now he was here in this hellish place fighting for his life "God Sherlock....Please...God please be ok" he silently prayed as he picked up pace. Suddenly John was blindsided and knocked onto the very edge of the creek his arm dipping slightly into the water flipping onto his back John threw up a booted kick knocking back his rushing attacker slightly but only for a second before the creature once again lunged for John stopping just short of John the attacker stumbled a bit and just stared at John its arms went limp dropping it's blade as it's head slid free of its shoulders. Standing directly behind the now collapsing corpse stood a man in a fisherman's jacket and hat he smiled at John nodding his head in a friendly manner, John eyed the man warily the man extended his hand "Hello, Names Benny LaFitte I see ya already met the Purgatory welcomin committee".