When World's Collide (Wholock Fanfic)

Figuring It Out

I actually hate how short this chapter is, but I'm really tired. Thanks for understanding. LET THE WHOLOCK BEGIN!

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John opened his eyes to the sound of crying and heart wrenching screaming. His vision was blurry, and his entire body ached, but nonetheless, he tried to figure out exactly where he was. 

Looking around the small room he was in, he noticed he was alone. Until he heard the screaming again. Shakily standing up, John stumbled to the door, peering through the tiny window in the glass. That's when his breath snagged in his throat and he felt as if he couldn't breathe.

Amy was kicking and screaming, tears streaming down her face. Two hooded figures held onto her arms, dragging her into a room, filled with water. Amy had been stripped down to her undergarments, and soon was forced into the water. John flinched as Amy gave another loud scream. Her breath was visible the second she entered the water, and John realized it was ice water. A form of torture. 

He staggered back as the door to his cell swung open, and his green eyes widened at what he saw. 

A man stood before him, skin as blue as ice. He had glowing red eyes, long claws coming out of his hand, and a long, dark black robe on. In his left hand he held a dagger, while his right reached down, and hoisted John up to his feet.

John could only watch in horror as the man stripped him down to his boxer-briefs, and shoved him forward out of the cell. 

The man grabbed John by the arm, beginning to drag him down the hall to the room Amy was in, currently being handcuffed to a metal pole so she couldn't escape, submerged all the way up to her chest. 

John gave a gasp and a yell as he was pushed into the water, his entire body getting soaked fairly quickly. He got his head brought up by his hair, and was handcuffed to the same pole as Amy, both of them shivering and clinging to the other. 

The two watched as the men glared at them, then sauntered from the room, shutting the door behind them. 

John could have sworn he heard one say "Mr. Moriarty will be pleased." As they left.

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Sherlock and the Doctor walked up to the door of 221B on Baker street, chatting quietly about the sad, original brains of humans, and how most of them were such waists. 

Sherlock had noticed something however; John had stopped answering his cell phone. This was odd, as John always seemed to return Sherlock's texts. 

"John won't reply to me." Sherlock muttered as he pocketed his phone, reaching for his key, until the Doctor grabbed onto the arm of the famous detective. 

"There's ice on the ground." Said the Time Lord, watching as a trail of ice was on the ground, leading over behind the corner, and down an alley. 

"What? It's the middle of July." Sherlock said as he looked, his own eyes widening. "There's drag marks in it, too." 

The idea clicked for them at the same time, and they both quickly looked at each other.

"John." 

"Amy." 

The names were said so quietly it almost wasn't audible. After a moment's silence, The Doctor spoke up;

"These are the footprints of the Markionian Clan." 

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MAWHAHAHAHAHAHAH CLIFFHANGER. Sorry guys. When this gets to 20 reads or to 5 Votes, I'll update it again. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO JOHN AND AMY? WILL SHERLOCK AND THE DOCTOR REACH THEM IN TIME!? O__o