Watson and the Sound - Ch. 11As John bolted up the stairs, the cell phone still whispering to him in the darkness of his pocket, he could hear odd noises coming from the flat. Awfully loud noises.A sharp bang throttled John's ears as he swung open the flat door. The doorjamb's wood splintered, and John ducked, shaking.Sherlock stared calmly at him, a gun in his hand. "You're back, finally. I need some tea."John clenched his fists as he got to his feet, dizzy. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?! And
is that my gun?" he shouted."Quiet now, you'll wake the neighbors," Sherlock said drolly. "And yes, it is your gun. I don't have one, so I thought I'd borrow yours. I was studying splinter patterns on wood as caused by bullets. Oh, and you're out of said bullets now."The apartment was quiet and still as Sherlock lazily dropped the gun on the end table and went back to laying flat on the couch.
Watson and the Sound - Ch. 10John stared straight ahead, frozen in place."I'm waiting, little bird. Waiting for you. It's so cold. And dark. And I'm so very, very hungry," the voice said, ending in a hiss.John hung up the phone. No one was going to mess with him. This had to be some sort of psychological warfare."John," the voice continued. "I'm still here."An icy chill went down his spine. He stared at the phone in his hand. Inexplicably, impossibly, the voice was still talking to him. The
disembodied head's voice. The disembodied head was talking to him through his cell phone, a conversation that he had just hung up on.And yet it continued.John shook his head. Impossible. With that, he quickly walked off towards the flat, almost sprinting, the cell phone clutched in a death grip."I'm so hungry
" the voice wheedled."Shut up!" John growled, shoving the pho