Transcendence

Chapter 2

Sherlock's P.O.V

It had been a long day and before I could realize, the light of the sun left us revealing the darkness at the corners of each building, object, stranger. After a whole day of running through London's streets, my feet felt as if they weighted half a ton and it became heavier and heavier to walk as I barely managed to ascend the stairs of our flat, the flat shared with my first and only friend and comrade Dr. John Watson. A few words were exchanged between us before we both departed for sleep. The wooden floor squeaked under my weight and with one foot I pushed the door open, revealing the small room enveloped by darkness. I needed no glimpse of light as I knew exactly how many steps - one, two, three - to take before collapsing on the mattress. I didn't bother to change my clothes as I let my mind, for the first time in the past two weeks, to rest. My eyelids fell heavily over my eyes and it took only a few seconds for my system to shut down my consciousness completely and let me fall into complete nothingness.

But all of a sudden, there was light. There was a painful ray of light that pierced my eyes. And I opened them just to wake up in a room full of technology that I didn't know the existence of. I blinked a few times before my eyes could adjust to the disturbing lights that surrounded me. I could see people, but I could recognize no one. However, there was one desire burning deep inside my being. I felt something strange and powerful, yet somehow pleasant. I sought for destruction, for revenge. At first I couldn't understand what was happening to me, I felt like I didn't belong in the world that just caught me. I started to question my sanity when I saw him. Without doubt, there was John's face behind a small glass window and I deduced that the rest of his body was lying unconsciously inside the carcass of what seemed to be a capsule. Two strangers were taking the said capsule... somewhere. What the hell was happening? I didn't know - and I hated that feeling. I tried to scream, struggle, escape, but no one seemed to notice me. No. They were /ignoring/ me. I could see on their faces how much they enjoyed to know I was in pain, to see me despair. They found my weakness, my attachment to John and they were mercilessly using it against me. But John... John didn't deserve that!

I punched the transparent wall between me and the world where John was kept away, like a fragile doll inside a metal box. My legs gave up on me and I knelt down, resting against the glass and holding back a feeling that was choking me, stabbing my chest and taking my breath away. I looked at my reflection and I punched the glass again. I couldn't even stand to look at the monster that I became, the monster who did that to John. When two men came straight to the cell I was kept inside, I knew hell was following after. I knew their faces, I had remembered by time. I was wanted dead, I was a killing machine and it was no-one's fault for that. I let out a sigh and rose back on my feet, my pride wouldn't let me look so vulnerable, so helpless in front of the enemy. I glared at them, letting my eyes dig holes through their hearts. I opened my mouth and the words came out in a whisper "I'm sorry John, this war... I can't win."

I opened my eyes in pure shock. My breathing was taking on an abnormal level and my heart was beating so fast that I believed it could dig a hole through my chest and jump out. Jumping off my bed and ignoring the painful headache that hit me, I looked around just to find myself in the same small dark room of the apartment. The apartment I shared with John. John. In the blink of an eye I climbed up the stairs and stopped in front of his door. Carefully, I opened the door and stepped inside as silent as possible. As my eyes caught the sight of John being soundly asleep, I left as fast as I had rushed in. Inside my room again, I tried to catch sleep once more. Useless. The dream haunted the darkest depths of my mind. Dream? The worst nightmare.