John is kidnapped. A live video feed is sent to Sherlock. Ever few hours, Sherlock is forced to answer a multiple choice question. The question?
What should we do to him now?
Every question contains a form of torture as the answer. With each question, the torture gets worse, mor debilitating. And, with each question, Sherlock has the option of choosing the final answer; kill him.
Ending up to author. If you choose to have john be rescued, i would love a great deal of caring from sherlock.
Re: Multiples FILL (Prologue)
anonymous
May 18 2011, 11:19:01 UTC
John wakes.
He can smell blood under his nose, and his lips are heavy. Sticky. He can’t breathe properly.
Duct tape, supplies his sensory memory. Your nose has bled out onto it.
He moves to sit up and hits his head. Too late he registers the background noise, the swaying and bone-shaking motions of his surroundings. He falls back, clutching at his forehead with hands that are bound to the front with something far more substantial than duct tape.
I’m in the boot of a moving car.His feet are bound too, at the ankles. There isn’t much room, and John can feel other objects around him, can brush them with his shoulders and feet. Cold, cloth-covered metal. Containers, too, that clank sharply at every turn and motion of the car. Outside is too quiet. He’s not in the city anymore
( ... )
Re: Multiples FILL 1/?
anonymous
May 18 2011, 23:39:25 UTC
Sherlock is reduced to calling. He much prefers to text, but John hasn’t replied to any of his increasingly agitated messages, and that in itself is worrying and out of character for his friend. John usually responds well to what he sees as Sherlock’s weaknesses, eager to comfort and please. The silence is unnerving.
John’s pre-recorded voice answers the phone again and Sherlock hangs up straight away, chucks his mobile to the sofa and collapses down after it himself, as if swooning. Perhaps he’s being melodramatic but surely it’s allowable, given the circumstances. He ruffles his hair, eyes pinching shut, furious with everything. How has he allowed this one seemingly average man to seep into his life so completely, that his very absence grated Sherlock’s mind raw? All Sherlock wants is proof that John is still thinking about him. Even a ‘sod off - JW’ via text is preferable to this torturous silence.
John has warned Sherlock against being too possessive before, but damnit, John is his and he knows it. Is Sherlock being selfish
( ... )
Re: Multiples FILL 2/?
anonymous
May 18 2011, 23:52:26 UTC
Sherlock sees a live video feed, the image dark and with only a little static. A high quality camera, then. The feed is on a black background, with an IM chat underneath. The cursor blinks, but Sherlock doesn’t write anything
( ... )
Re: Multiples FILL 3/?
anonymous
May 19 2011, 01:54:38 UTC
John has kind hands, perfect for a doctor. They are healing hands, gentle but persistent. When Sherlock hurts himself, gets bruised or scratched open and susceptible to infection, he goes to John, lets the man wash and bind his wounds, his quiet voice chiding Sherlock as his hands put him back together.
John has deadly hands. He has the aim of an assassin. In his hands, guns are extensions of limbs, completely under his control. He throws knives with alarming accuracy. In hand-to-hand combat, he can hold his own admirably well.
John would be devastated if he had to live without full use of his hands.
But multiple rib fractures would do more than subdue John. In the process, his lungs could be damaged and without pain management, any more than three broken ribs would lead to nothing more than a slow, incredibly painful death.
Thirty seconds. Sherlock watches the clock furiously. What sort of game is this? It’s not testing anything. It is torture, plain and simple, wrapped up in such a way that Sherlock has to get involved in the
( ... )
What should we do to him now?
Every question contains a form of torture as the answer. With each question, the torture gets worse, mor debilitating. And, with each question, Sherlock has the option of choosing the final answer; kill him.
Ending up to author. If you choose to have john be rescued, i would love a great deal of caring from sherlock.
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Hope you get a first person fill too, would love to be in Sherlock's head for this one. Gosh.
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He can smell blood under his nose, and his lips are heavy. Sticky. He can’t breathe properly.
Duct tape, supplies his sensory memory. Your nose has bled out onto it.
He moves to sit up and hits his head. Too late he registers the background noise, the swaying and bone-shaking motions of his surroundings. He falls back, clutching at his forehead with hands that are bound to the front with something far more substantial than duct tape.
I’m in the boot of a moving car.His feet are bound too, at the ankles. There isn’t much room, and John can feel other objects around him, can brush them with his shoulders and feet. Cold, cloth-covered metal. Containers, too, that clank sharply at every turn and motion of the car. Outside is too quiet. He’s not in the city anymore ( ... )
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*roasting some marshmallows here in my camp*
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This is already terrifying, and it hasn't even begun yet! I am officially peering through my fingers and f5-ing like mad.
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Thank you so much anon, this is so wonderful so far. Cannot wait for more.
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John’s pre-recorded voice answers the phone again and Sherlock hangs up straight away, chucks his mobile to the sofa and collapses down after it himself, as if swooning. Perhaps he’s being melodramatic but surely it’s allowable, given the circumstances. He ruffles his hair, eyes pinching shut, furious with everything. How has he allowed this one seemingly average man to seep into his life so completely, that his very absence grated Sherlock’s mind raw? All Sherlock wants is proof that John is still thinking about him. Even a ‘sod off - JW’ via text is preferable to this torturous silence.
John has warned Sherlock against being too possessive before, but damnit, John is his and he knows it. Is Sherlock being selfish ( ... )
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John has deadly hands. He has the aim of an assassin. In his hands, guns are extensions of limbs, completely under his control. He throws knives with alarming accuracy. In hand-to-hand combat, he can hold his own admirably well.
John would be devastated if he had to live without full use of his hands.
But multiple rib fractures would do more than subdue John. In the process, his lungs could be damaged and without pain management, any more than three broken ribs would lead to nothing more than a slow, incredibly painful death.
Thirty seconds. Sherlock watches the clock furiously. What sort of game is this? It’s not testing anything. It is torture, plain and simple, wrapped up in such a way that Sherlock has to get involved in the ( ... )
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