Keep moving. A sharp kick bought me back to my feet. I stumbled forward. Behind me, I heard Morgan snicker and felt despair.

I didn’t tell you to stop now did I, John, my friend? Another kick. I stumbled and fell again. My entire body ached. Something warm and salty tricked from the side of my mouth. Blood.

“Move!” This time the threat was louder, more visible and for some curious reason this calmed me. All along this journey-where? Where is he taking me?- he had whispered out his threats in a seemingly emotionless fashion and had executed them even faster. Except for his occasional maniacal laughs, ringing through my head, I was willing to believe the very devil had possessed him.

The thought that he could possess an emotion like anger brought strange relief. It made him almost human.

I got to my feet a second time, and next minute felt a booted foot connect with my stomach. Sharp pangs of pain shot up my body and for a moment I lost consciousness.

When I came to myself, I noted a thick dark puddle spreading on the pavement beside me. I pulled myself to me feet, and noticed abstractly that it appeared to be dripping from my mouth. Blood.

You’ve slept long enough. Move. Turning my head slightly, I saw Morgan leaning against the wall. Its butt was stained. He cocked it at me.

“I said, Move.”

Yurgh. I can’t believe I wrote that. I really hope no more torture scenes come, because Holmes might end up killing me.

And, I know it was supposed to go up, um….before, but my something was up with the net so I couldn’t realy sorry.

Incidently, Ive been thinking of writing a supernaturnal story. Will it be OK, you think? Not out of place in this fandom? And if anyone is free and willing to help me write it, well, I would be most grateful.

I'm so sorry KCS! I didn't see that! It must have uploaded the wrong document! Ack! Thanks a bunch!