Definition of Humanity

The Hunt

The men, all of which were Inhuman, prepared to fight. Sherlock ordered the others to take cover, behind a nearby corner which we knew to be safe. The men stiffened, watching, like a viper ready to strike. Mycroft stayed with the others to keep them away from the fighting- they were mortal humans and not strong enough to stand a chance. Sherlock kept his distance, as did I. I crouched, poised, watching for the slightest indication of an attack. The room fell silent, like ths calm before the storm, and all was quiet.

The silence was broken.

One man made the slightest move for his weapon, and the wolf struck. I did not think, or reason with the situation- I just fought. The men had some finesse and training, but were no match for the angry wolf. One by one the men were picked off, their blood staining my fur. Nothing would have stopped me if it weren't for the largest one of Moriarty's men. He was huge, bigger than the wolf. I fought with even more intensity than before, but he was strong. He swept me aside as if I were a doll, and before I could get up, he pinned me to the ground. He had me by the throat, with a gleaming knife held to it. I kicked and scratched, but to no avail. He barely budged. Then there was a blur, and a flash of light, and the weight was lifted. I managed to stand on four feet, gasping for air, and looked up to see that the man who easily could have taken my life was no more than a burned place on the floor. I looked over to Sherlock, and his hands were glowing like his eyes. Moriarty's men were no more, not even another heartbeat was heard from an enemy. Slowly, Mycroft and the others emerged from their corner. 

      No one said a word except for Emma, who said, "And that, my friends, is when you dare to touch a friend of a Holmes. Now, I do believe we have a couple of helicopters to catch, and it is rather late," She looked at our expressions, "And, I think there is some explaining to be done." With that, helicopters were heard ahead, and the ground shook. In front of us there opened a hole in the ceiling, and a rope dropped down for the gravitationally challenged (aka flightless) members of the group. I managed to climb the rope with some difficulty, and watched as Sherlock took off into the night on his glossy black wings. As I acended inside one of the helicopters, I watched as he glided and dove, even turning completely upside down as he flew. Mycroft glided alongside the helicopter alongside his smaller, speckled wings, avoiding Sherlock's complex aerial maneuvers.

Showoff.