A/N: Omg guys, I cannot believe I start college again tommorow! This easter break has been the best one yet, I didn't update as much as I thought I would, but exams start soon and I actually had to work! ewwww...
-Eden x
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John's P.O.V;
I was back in Afghanistan. Even on my second tour out here I can't internalise everything that happens. Each and everyday there are people dying, not just our own men but our enemies too and not to mention civilians. I'd been called to a small village, not to far from where us fuisileers were based in order to aid some of the younger children who'd been injured in a bombing last night.
All IED's in the area had been disposed of and we had been given the all clear to go in. The building we were guided to was what appeared to be the remains of a school, once a place of happiness where children were nurtured now layed in ruins with only a margin of the roof left standing. It was below the shelter of the remains that we found a group of around twelve children along with their mothers huddled together in the far corner. Many had head injuries from flying debris from last night's blast some were more serious, one boy had broken his leg badly, three places.
As a team of doctors we set to work, the children cried and cried, mourning their lost relatives, their lost homes... Emotions were running high but I continued to work. Like a soldier. It wasn't long unti we could hear the team outside begin to shout.
We had company.
Finishing the stitches I was in the middle of swiftly, I picked up my gun and made my way onto the streets outside. People were running around, dust and sand was flying catching in my throat and soon clouding my vision. Without eyesight I decided to duck behind one of the concrete road blocks designed to stop the taliban getting into the village. Using the back of my fist I rubbed my eyes until I was satisfied I could see clearly enough until I began to peek over the barricade I was behind.
Even while lying in this unconcious state, I was aware of what was going to happen next, and I could not stop it even if I had wanted to. It was this moment I knew well. The moment I had dreamt over and over and over again about this one precise moment in time, it will never stop haunting me as long as I live because these events change you as a person and afterall I am drawn to danger. Maybe this is the reason why? All I knew is, I would never stop reliving this day.
My upper body was exposed only slightly but soon the all so familiar sounds of bullets crying out was upon us. My exposure left me vulnerable to the enemy and I felt a searing pain rip though my shoulder as the bullet made contact. It lodged itself in my shoulder and blood began to pour out as it did in every dream. I stole a moment before I slipped into the familiar state of unconsiousness to stare down the barrell of the gun that had caused the damage, the barrell was still smoking but I couldn't help but notice the sickening smile of the gunman himself.
It belonged to no other than Jim Moriarty himself.
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FanfictionSherlock had a lucky escape after Mycroft summoned his brother back to England since Moriarty has returned. The only thing Sherlock has been able to think about is not about Moriarty but his blogger, John Watson.
