Title: the hollow place beneath your chest
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,231
Characters/Pairing: John/Sherlock
Summary: Sherlock returns to a different John. Or rather, it's not John at all.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Author's Note: Warnings for non/dub-con & a rather dark fic. My new style of fanfiction writing seems to
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YOU
I EXPRESSLY TOLD YOU
I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. I'm going to possess you and it's going to destroy every inch of happiness you ever thought you knew. You think you can get away with writing that shit for me on the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life (and not even in the sexual way). You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your "clever" little story was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
"He was so stupid," the demon says, laughing as he presses his teeth into the crook of Sherlock's neck, "He asked for a miracle."
you're gonna regret this
youre gonna regret it so hard
I don't know how yet
but you will
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i mean it
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