Guns For Hands

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" Stop! Stop!" Sherlocks voice rang from the alley opening. His breathing was ragged and his hair was wind blown with desperate need to find this Satanic killer haunting the streets.

" Welcome Home, Sherlock~" John smiled cruelly, blood painting his lips. The army doctor dropped the knife to turn and stare at the detective. Sherlock looked awestruck- dumbfounded.. Shocked and hurt to find out who the killer was. This wasn't the John he knew. " I knew you couldn't resist a case like this.." John was slowly inching his was towards Sherlock, his blue eyes were pools of madness and loneliness at the same time. 'Pitiful.. John what's happened to you? ' Sherlock asked himself, confusion on his face.

" I knew you weren't dead, you just needed a little boost to come back to me." John chuckled, a certain kind of horror chilling through that laugh and shaking the detectives spine." now that you're back, I won't have to cry over a empty grave at night.." John mused before running and lunging at Sherlock.

Sherlock of course moved out of the way in time, but there was utter horror on his face. " I thought you'd be pleased to have me back John. Let's talk abou-" John lunged again, this time actually hitting the man in the arm. The dagger was a mere 2 inches inside of Holmes bicep when he cried out and kicked at his beloved blogger. John was knocked to the ground, a sick wet noise following as his head struck the pavement.

•AUTHORS NOTE•

So short, isn't it? It leaves you with unsettling curiousity for you to continue reading, no? Leave ideas below and I'll be sure to check them out. Thank you for reading!
-AMPx

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 26, 2016 ⏰

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