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Johnlock. Our Danger.

its the year when oppression still reigns and people still wrote in diary journals successfully, as a way to document their existence...as a way to escape while sitting still. Johns father was a good man but when push came to shove he became a killer- so did his neighbour and the man down the street and the uncle of johns best friend. they went to war.

all the little boys where fascinated by the guns and explosions and although terrified wanted to know more. but john he hated it all he hated how his father was taken from him, his once flower covered hands kneeding dough where now blood soaked as he kneeled screaming. he hated how the war tore the smile from his mother and made her comforting arms turn cold. he stayed secluded drawn away, but at such a young age of 12 nobody really noticed. his friends carried on without him, his best friend a stranger as the years went by.

one day just before the war was to come to an end John met the new kid that moved in down the road-the other man who had lived there had died and family so torn they moved away.

The new boy was peculiar he didn't dress the same as everyone else, he spoke more upper class and he had no connection to manners or general self presentation. people called him trouble, the type of reason why a war was being fought-but no matter what the people said or his mother did to keep him away John was drawn to him. maybe it was he felt he could connect with him the bold, difference the mystery and even perhaps danger. he looked and acted the way john felt on the inside yet he could never bring himself to talk to the boy.

its wrong. its filthy. its not proper. its disgusting. its danger.

so John never did speak to the boy. but they would always make eye contact walking past eachother on the street, when others would would walk across the road to avoid him. once john swore he saw him smile. but it wasn't meant to be, his father came back from the war and everything did change but not the way john wanted. suddenly he wasn't good enough and he amounted to nothing, so day in day out being bullied and pushed around by his parents and sitting alone at school john snapped. he chose to become a real man like his fathers always saying he should be. he became a good soldier boy fighting the everyday life as a real man like his father. John became one with silence, he soaked it in like a sponge. feeling at peace yet disturbed as the noise that passed him everyday showed he wasn't by himself yet he stilled walked alone.

He grew tired of being alone, he thought if he changed everything about himself that he would become someone new and have a different life that if he did everything his mother told him to be that maybe he could find acceptance, but nothing was different it just made him crave the silence once more.

one day he passed that boy on the street again, he though about walking across the road but he didn't as if a force was pulling him into the gravity of the passer by, and that's when it happened that rush of danger again and john knew this change he had become was wrong so he stripped it away. that day when he walked pass the boy he smiled boldy at him he got a confused look in return but his smile didn't falter. when he got home he stepped out of his fathers old shoes, pulled on his warm pyjamas and took out his journal. he wrote and wrote and wrote. for hours even when his hand was extensively cramped he wrote. 

every thought, feeling and idea he had packed inside him he allowed it to burst open and fill the pages with his black ink, as if he was writing with his soul and heart. he smiled he was relieved he felt free. he saw the boy on the street again and he crossed the road to talk to him. after that they talked every day. john bought a new journal after a month and decided instead of writing blatantly how he feels he will create a story, an adventure, filled with danger.

so as the months went on the boys grew so much closer and john filled up many journals of their adventures. 360 is what he had at this point. every time he saw the boy they spoke and he felt as if his heart was flying, until one day the wings where snapped and it fell into the darkest trench. his best friend was leaving.

“me and my family have finally been run out of this town.” the words fells suppressed as if his throat was closing around them yet they came out so calm and clear.

 “but don't threat I'm sure we will meet again. perhaps in another life.” he continued

they cried and hugged for as long as they could, night fell and his best friend had to go.

“youre the best and wisest man ive ever known, Holmes I just want to say...you've solved my mystery.”

the boy laughed through sniffled tears “you and your absurd stories...well I will admit this once that you have saved my life in more ways than one my dear watson.”

and that was the last thing they ever said to one another. John sat on his bed eyes flicking between his journal and his father shoes. days went by before john made a choice.

He picked up his journal one last time. he wrote the ending to their epic adventure. the reichenback fall: the final problem-how to fly. in it his friend dies and along with his death the wings of his heart perhaps they can help him not to fall all the way. but in the end he couldn't know how to live. but the stories will forever document their time, their existence, their beautiful danger.