.::.Possession.::. [1/?]OOC: This kind of a cross over of Supernatural and Sherlock BBC. Dean and Sam might or might not appear here.
Sherlock told John he had to go out, John asked if he wants him to accompany him. He rejected his request and says have to investigate a case alone. He didn't tell John as of where he was going. He was off to U.S. deciding to do some cases and investigation down there.
He went down the stairs, giving Mrs. Hudson his goodbyes before he was out of the flat's door. Walking to the edge of the side walk, raising his hand up, calling a cab. A black metallic cab pulled up. The door opened as he steps inside and close it behind him, whispering to the driver to the location he'll be going. To the airport.
Sherlock collected his belongings, making his way out of the airport. He was in Kansas, Kansas City Airport. He was wearing a jacket, with a blue scarf wrapped around on his neck with dark black pants. He always seen wearing his usual style, other than no clothes other than
.::.Dispute.::.Radioactive didn't care what his little brother has to say, he simply says no on going to the human city. "No! Your going not going there, not ever." He growled through his teeth. He taken care of his little brother since he was born, after...the death of his mother. Father went missing, they both on the search for him but no use.
"Oh come on! It's not like I am going to eat anyone." Biomorph complained with a frown on his face.
"YOUR BLIND." Radioactive growled out at him.
"Yea you just realized when we do not have eyes. Thanks bright one." He said with his lips curled back to reveal his sharp teeth.
"I won't let you, if I to sit on you all day I will. You might get attacked, hunted down and killed! Humans are bad news! They don't care what you are, they either want you dead or become their little test experiment." He said, his tail lashing behind him.
They both been at it for 2 more hours till they both just sat down and shut up, letting the silent take them both. They both venting o
.::.Something Out of a Nightmare.::.It growls, it snarls.
It's slimy drool coating it's brilliant sharp teeth.
The grey eyes filled with fear of watching the beast.
It wasn't real.
It cannot be real.
It is real.
It is there.
It's haunting me.
It was big.
It had red glowing eyes.
It's snarls ripping closely at my feet.
The claws scratching at my heels.
I can only run, in desperation of my life.
The jaws of death ripping at my ankle trying to snatch my soul.
The cry of a man in my ears.
My body dropped, my body shook as the hound pinned me down.
I screamed, trying to fight for freedom.
The cry of the man's voice growing louder in my ears.
My eyes squeezed tight, refusing to open them.
The voice crying out in horror and concern.
Yelling out 'Snap out of it!' filled his ears.
I trembled and opened my eyes.
No Hound, no jaws of death.
Only his friend yelling at him in concern.
I went silent and grew calm. 'I'm okay.' I said.