johnsherlock

Sherlock found himself in the middle of the Sahara Desert. The air scorched his lungs and the wind blew grains of sand into his hair and mouth. Just then, Sherlock could hear a low chuckle fill the air around him. He tried to ignore it, but the sand beneath him began to shift. The detective could see the surface of the sand rise as something large circled him. "You are impossibly pathetic, you know that?" A ghostly voice taunted. "Such a naughty secret." Laughter ensued and Sherlock grit his teeth, the voice beyond irritating. "This is none of your business," the brunet stood his ground. "Oh, but it is...It always has been. For he will be