JWP 2014 Amnesty #06 --- Time's running out
Title: Time's running out
Theme: July Writing Prompt 2014 Amnesty #06
Prompt: Something from Nothing. Consider this your wild card/free space prompt. That's right, it's up to you to provide the prompt, and then do something with it. Chosen: Running
Author: Alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC (S1); based on ACD "Silver Blaze"
Characters: Sherlock, John, Silas Brown
WordCount: 465
Summary: Time never moved fast enough to Sherlock's liking, until now.
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Time flies as Sherlock races through the dark house, adrenaline giving him a nice energy kick.
John should already be outside on his way to the stable, even with his limp and it is only going to take a few moments for Sherlock to reach the yard as well.
Everything happens so fast, almost too fast for even his brain to keep up with and Sherlock enjoys every single second of it.
The world could never move too fast for him and-
Sherlock stumbles through the door, the fresh air hitting his face like a slap and he grins broadly, relishing their winning of the game.
But a hoarse shout full of pain in the distance, the voice barely recognizable, quickens his heartbeat like no game ever could.
Sherlock runs forward, takes the corner and for a short second time stops.
John lies on his stomach, his face pulled into a grimace and Silas Brown towers over him, kicking and flogging him mercilessly.
Sherlock chokes down a cry and times speeds up again. He is not even aware of moving, but then suddenly he tackles Brown with a furious snarl twisting his lips.
With one swift movement he rips the bloodied whip out of Brown's hand and punches him painfully into the jaw.
They exchange a few punches, until Brown falls to the ground and Sherlock finally has the time to look back to John.
John lies still and for a second Sherlock fears the worst, when a movement catches his attention and he is just able to duck away.
The club in Brown's hand - wherever he found that thing - graces Sherlock's forehead, drawing blood and he gasps painfully, falling to his knees.
He hears the whoosh of the swining weapon, but he has no time to move and braces instinctively for the impact.
"Sherlock! Look out!"
Well-known hands push into his back and Sherlock falls forward, hearing the sound of breaking bones behind him and how a body hits the ground.
Turning around Sherlock's blood runs cold as he sees the limp figure of his friend lying on the ground, his hair mattered by blood.
Seconds pass, feeling like eternity and then Sherlock raises his head to look at Brown, who draws back in shock.
Sherlock rushes back into the fight, venting all his fury on the man who dared to hurt his John.
It feels endless to him, but Sherlock's mind is aware of every passing second.
Every second more blood covers John's body, every second John's breathing comes more shallow, every second John's heart beats slower.
For the first time in his life Sherlock thinks that time moves too fast, every passing second brings John nearer to death.
For the first time Sherlock has to hurry, because now time's running out.
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Theme: July Writing Prompt 2014 Amnesty #06
Prompt: Something from Nothing. Consider this your wild card/free space prompt. That's right, it's up to you to provide the prompt, and then do something with it. Chosen: Running
Author: Alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC (S1); based on ACD "Silver Blaze"
Characters: Sherlock, John, Silas Brown
WordCount: 465
Summary: Time never moved fast enough to Sherlock's liking, until now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Time flies as Sherlock races through the dark house, adrenaline giving him a nice energy kick.
John should already be outside on his way to the stable, even with his limp and it is only going to take a few moments for Sherlock to reach the yard as well.
Everything happens so fast, almost too fast for even his brain to keep up with and Sherlock enjoys every single second of it.
The world could never move too fast for him and-
Sherlock stumbles through the door, the fresh air hitting his face like a slap and he grins broadly, relishing their winning of the game.
But a hoarse shout full of pain in the distance, the voice barely recognizable, quickens his heartbeat like no game ever could.
Sherlock runs forward, takes the corner and for a short second time stops.
John lies on his stomach, his face pulled into a grimace and Silas Brown towers over him, kicking and flogging him mercilessly.
Sherlock chokes down a cry and times speeds up again. He is not even aware of moving, but then suddenly he tackles Brown with a furious snarl twisting his lips.
With one swift movement he rips the bloodied whip out of Brown's hand and punches him painfully into the jaw.
They exchange a few punches, until Brown falls to the ground and Sherlock finally has the time to look back to John.
John lies still and for a second Sherlock fears the worst, when a movement catches his attention and he is just able to duck away.
The club in Brown's hand - wherever he found that thing - graces Sherlock's forehead, drawing blood and he gasps painfully, falling to his knees.
He hears the whoosh of the swining weapon, but he has no time to move and braces instinctively for the impact.
"Sherlock! Look out!"
Well-known hands push into his back and Sherlock falls forward, hearing the sound of breaking bones behind him and how a body hits the ground.
Turning around Sherlock's blood runs cold as he sees the limp figure of his friend lying on the ground, his hair mattered by blood.
Seconds pass, feeling like eternity and then Sherlock raises his head to look at Brown, who draws back in shock.
Sherlock rushes back into the fight, venting all his fury on the man who dared to hurt his John.
It feels endless to him, but Sherlock's mind is aware of every passing second.
Every second more blood covers John's body, every second John's breathing comes more shallow, every second John's heart beats slower.
For the first time in his life Sherlock thinks that time moves too fast, every passing second brings John nearer to death.
For the first time Sherlock has to hurry, because now time's running out.
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