See right through me - Johnlock

See right through me - Teenlock - Part 11

Chapter 13

See right through me - Teenlock

Part 11

(John's P.O.V)

As Sherlock left, I sighed deeply. I really was worried about him. Although I've only known him a week, I felt like I'd known him alot longer.

I slipped on my trainers and coat and practically ran home. I wanted to get there as quickly as possible so that Sherlock wouldn't have to worry about me.

As I turned the corner I felt a sharp pinch in my right shoulder blade. I shook it off and continued to run.

My vision blured, my mind windered and I fell. I remember seeing the empty street fade from my sight as I drifted into uncontiousness.

The next thing I remember is darkness. Blackness, blacker than anything I've ever seen before. Silence. Complete silence. Too quiet to want to breathe.

I wriggled, trying to gain controll of my limbs but to no avail. I was strapped down to what felt like a wooden chair. Very cliché.

I heard a soft breathing noise next to my right ear and I shuffled uncomfortably.

"Oh don't squirm John, it's only me." The strong Irish accent rang through me ears.

"James?!" I gasped.

"Oh darling, please call me Jim." Although I couldn't see him, I could feel his breath on my neck as he licked his lips.

"Why am I here?" I demanded.

"Oh, John. Dear, dear John. You really don't know?"

"I-I don't understand." I stuttered, confused and disorientated.

"You should put that on a T-shirt!" He snickered. "What did I say about Sharing Sherlock, mmm?"

My head was throbbing and I struggled to prosses everything I was hearing.

"I-I still don't understand..."

"There's the back of the T-shirt!" He laughed. Then I remembered everything he had said to my during English.

"Wait, is this what that is about?! Me not sharing Sherlock?!" I wanted to punch that liitle prick square on the nose but I was held tight.

"Oh, Sherlock." I whined almost inaudabley.

"Don't worry. Sherlock will come. He just won't save you." James mummered.

I heard a soft 'click' and I bright white light filled the room. I was blinded and I could hear a high pitch buzzing in my ears.

"Let us first give your little boyfriend some motive to come and save you." He spat every silable so that I was able to hear it clearly. I wish I hadn't heard it though.

Before me sat a tripod and a video camera. Behind him was Sebastian, the one that I thought had been arrested.

Seb, as he was known, also went to my school. In short he was James' right hand man and a nasty bit of work. Very loyal.

He pressed record and James stepped closer.