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The Army Doctor's Hunger Games (Chapter 3)As Sherlock and I walked into the lunch car, we were surprised to see that it was empty. I eyed the table, surprised at the amount of food. There isn't a massive depletion of food in my district, in fact we're quite well fed nothing more or less than what we need, ending up in all of us being slender and true to our body shape. The food on the table, however, was ridiculous in amount. There was so much. It could feed my family of three for at least 4 weeks, and it wasn't cheap bread and soup either. There were soft rolls and fruit (a rare thing in my district), as well as the traditional herbs from District 6. There's an expanse of herbs and other plants in my district, which is why we're so deeply rooted in medicine. A lot of us live on vegetables and herbs, which is why the biggest shock to me was the plump roast chicken in the middle of the table. I'd only had meat once or twice before, on the rare occasions where test animals died at my father's research lab and we were allo
Love, Moriarty - Part 2Sherlock blinked groggily awake. His vision was blurry, and he had a thumping headache. His arm burned, as well as the rest of his body. He was in a sitting up position, against a wall.
"Finally. I've been waiting for forever." Moriarty murmured, bored. "Maybe I shouldn't have injected you with that much, but it was fun." Sherlock lurched up when he heard Moriarty, but got pulled straight back to the wall. Looking down, he realized his wrists were chained to the wall he was lying against. Moriarty snorted. "You're doing a fine job of hurting yourself. I might not have to do anything." Sherlock realized Moriarty was right, as his head began to throb from where he had hit it against the wall.
"Might not have to do anything?" Sherlock mumbled, his vision and mind still blurry.
"I told Johnny boy that you were in pain, and I'm not a liar." Moriarty said, his voice innocent. Sherlock moaned, shutting out Moriarty, trying to get back into his regular mind set. A second later, Moriarty's prev
The Army Doctor's Hunger Games (Chapter 2)My body goes into autopilot as my brain numbs. I make my way towards the stage, muttering "excuse me" along the way to the people I bump into. Once I'm free of the crowd, my back straightens and I climb up the steps and onto the stage. It sticks out in my mind to keep posture, for some reason. Probably because in District 6, good posture is a sign you know what you're doing.
Right now, I have no clue what I'm doing, so I'm guessing it's force of habit.
As I stand next to Molly Hooper, Fliffi calls out, "Can we have a round of applause for the brave tributes?"
Based on the angry looks my district is giving her, no. Instead, they just look mournfully at us. Most of them know me, due to my family being quite well-known in the district as family healers. People come for advice to me all the time, or come for a gossip with my sister. More than anything in my mind right now, I'm glad they didn't start clapping, weak or not.
Looking through the crowd, I see my sister. She isn't crying, but sh
Love, Moriarty - Part 4"Moriarty's got Sherlock and you're helping me find him." John growled tensely, leaning over Lestrade's desk, inches away from him. Lestrade's face went from indignant to shocked.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" John glared at Lestrade. "Are you helping or not?" Lestrade nodded, anger darkening his eyes.
"Who took the freak?" Anderson leaned in the doorway. "I'm just assuming, since you two are never separated. It's quite sweet, actually." John stared at Anderson before lunging at him, punching him squarely in the face, then grabbed his coat collar and slammed him against the wall.
"Sherlock has been taken by Moriarty. The man who exploded an old lady for describing his voice and has an obsession with torturing Sherlock has him. Make fun of Sherlock all you want, call him freak all you want, but even idiots like you can't deny he's the best thing that's ever happened to the police." John stepped back, roughly letting go of Anderson's coat, and suppressing
Love, Moriarty - Part 3The doorbell was ringing. Sherlock thought that was weird, it was one in the morning. He couldn't say much though, he was the one sitting in an armchair talking to a skull. He usually didn't talk to the skull anymore, but John was asleep, and if he woke him up one more time John would be extremely mad again. Sherlock got up, debating in his head on whether or not to answer the door. The ringing persisted, and Sherlock realized that if Ms. Hudson woke up, she'd stay up. When Ms. Hudson stayed up, she berated him on whatever he was working on, interrupting his stay in his mind palace. Sherlock, discovering this, dived towards the door and opened it to stop the ringing.
"Hello Sherlock!" Moriarty's smiling face greeted Sherlock as he opened the door. In a second, Moriarty had grabbed Sherlock's arm, pushing up his shirt sleeve and plunging a needle into his vein.
"What-?" Sherlock gasped, trying to pull his arm away, feeling his mind slowing down.
"Nuh-uh, Sherlock. Can't run away now.
Love, Moriarty - Part 1John thought it was going to be a good day. Solve another case with Sherlock, have a near death experience, irritate Donovan, or anything else that happens when Sherlock's around. Yawning, he stumbled out of his bed, stretching. Blinking groggily, he changed from his oversized pajamas into a cream jumper, with a blue dress shirt beneath, and dark jeans. Darker than usual, anyways. A newspaper lay beneath his bedroom door. John bent down to pick it up, smiling slightly. Ms Hudson didn't usually do that for him, usually she just put it on his armchair. His smile faded when he realized the newspaper was a fake it had to be. Why else would it have JOHN WATSON, CHECK IN YOUR MAIL as the headline for the first page? Flipping through it, a chill crept up John's spine. Pictures of him and Sherlock, obviously taken from far away or in alleyways, unseen by both of them, adorned the newspaper, with no captions or other text.
"Sherlock?" John yelled, opening his bedroom door and walk