Friday. 5/10/17

A week ago, Bombings have raged across the North America, Europe, and Asia. Mostly in large cities such as Los Angeles, New York, London, Beijing, and Tokyo. The bombs have appeared out of nowhere and explode in a matter of seconds: there is no time to react. Also, many people have disappeared from the street, as if vanished. The UN thinks that they are Terrorists; who are killing innocent people. They do not know if it is a group or a individual person doing all of this. They most likely suspect that it is an individual person doing everything. Many countries are not sure who the person is, and when they do there'll be a price to pay. Reporting from Paddington Station, to you, George. { In the background, Paddington Station is buried to the ground.}

"News reports about the bombings have been all over the world-for months at least. " Mycroft stated as he quickly turned off the T.V. "And now, Sherlock will you take the case?"

"Maybe. I'm not quite sure yet."

"But Sherlock- this terrorist, whoever he or she is doing must be stopped. This terrorist is attacking major cities and killing hundred of innocent people."

The queen asked me herself, for you to slove this case, Sherlock.

If England takes another hit, the government wouldn't know what to do.

Sherlock, you may never know if they are going to hit.

Really, save the world-while at it?!

Their conversation continued, trying to persuade the detective.

Sherlock sat thoughtfully in his chair, pondering on John's and Mycroft's words.

The Case. The unknown terrorist. Intersiting.

"I'll take it." Sherlock said while not looking at any of them. He was too focused on the web to pay attention to their talking. Scrolling through some posts of the bombings, he replayed the infamous video that was normally shown on the telly.

"I'll leave this here Sherlock." Mycroft said and swiftly left.

Sherlock, too preoccupied with the reports, rapidly sent a quick text.

Do u have any footage on any more bombing in the files?-SH

Yes. -MH

Thx.-SH

"John, can you pass me the file."

"Oh, yeah."

Handing the simi-thick file in his hands, it revealed pictures, a usb drive, and pages upon pages of writing. It was most likely more descriptive observing reports on the matter.

The pictures were odd...most of them were blurry, showing a black lump in the distance. In another photo was in the train station, where the first bombing in London had happened. It was the black lump in a close up; he couldn't even see the face of the figure. Almost a shadow. Well, it was blurry, so there was no point.

Why was it blurry?! Why would Mycroft give him, burry photos and pages of descriptions, telling the Paddington Station train bombing and others?!

Why?! Why?! Sherlock couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Here John, look at this. The pictures are all blurry." he gave the photos to John.

"Why would Mycroft give you blurry photographs."

"I don't know."

John almost choked. " are-Are you serious?!"

"Yes, I'm serious John, this is not a laughing matter." Sherlock said firmly, this time a bit louder than usual.

John traced towards the door on the right, hoping Rosie won't be awaken.

"Don't worry John, Rosie is still asleep. She'll probably be aroused within the next two hours."

"Ok….." John signed out.

"It's an individual person, doing everything. I thought it was some cult of Morality, but no. It's just one person. Either early 20s or late teens and is carrying some-object on their back. "

"One blurry person, Sherlock. Who we can't see the face of." John said flipping the pictures.

"It's most likely, non-gendered person. From the figure and their body configuration. Otherwise, I can't get much of out this blurry disfigured picture."

Sherlock got up and paced around the room, thinking as his beige rope swished around.

"It's one person, John. One person, doing all of this." Sherlock said angrily.

"Sherlock, how it can it be just one person! A single person doing all of this destruction. It...just...it just isn't...right. Not right at all."

"Morality was a single person-causing trouble , but he had clients and help. But this is-"

" One person. One human causing destruction." John said firmly, "One murder."

5/13/17-Monday

"I found a case."

"Cool. What is it?" Dean said while the beer bottle cap clinked.

"It's in a town called Paterson, New Jersey. There have been people mysteriously disappeared in the last week or so. Oh, and also there have been reportings that the victims went into the forest before, disappearing. Besides that, there is a terrorist on the loose and has been bombing major cities. The UN is looking for this terrorist." Sam said while reading his laptop.

"Well, let's not get into that whole-mess." Dean stated.

"Right." Sam said quickly shutting down his pc.

Old black water, keep on rollin'

Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?

Old black water, keep on rollin'

Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?

Old black water, keep on rollin'

Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me…..

Radio droned one, with Black water as the two brothers drove down the dark highway. Silence overtook the car between the two brothers as the music music played.

"There was some kind of sulfur at the town house….where the girl, Hannah Baker disappeared."

"Did she leave any tapes around?" Dean said smiling.

"No, Dean. No tapes." Sam hushed. "Though, tapes would be useful. But this case is weird...people randomly disappearing in a single week. It may be the terrorist."

"No. Sam. That criminal attacks cities, not small towns."

"You may never know, Dean."

"It's probably a djinn in the forest. It's not Lucifer either, because he would leave some kind of message or Cas would have told us. Besides, I don't think it is Lucifer."

"Then, who is it?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. But we need to find the sonuvabitch, before he kills anyone else."

Inside a abandoned warehouse.

Inside an abandoned warehouse, a djinn screamed in pain as it was stabbed with a knife of lambs blood. Dying slowly, it dropped to the floor as Dean pulled the knife out of the monster. Screaming in pain, it died...harshly. Walking away from the corpse, Dean looked at the five victims that the djinn had captured. Including that girl, Hannah Baker….sadly all the five victims died before Sam could save them. Sam looking grimly at the corpses lying on the floor, "What are we going to do with these?"

1…..

"We have to burn them, Sam." Dean said, "Do you smell that?" He sniffed again. Sam smelled it also….something was burning. He realised what it was.

2….

"Something..something is burning…. Dean! We need to get-!"

3.

BOOM!

"It's a good thing that I saw you, before you exploded, Dean."

The two brothers were in the bunker's garage, safe and sound. Even the impala was there too.

"CAs!" Dean exclaimed.

"You too, Sam." Castiel said simply.

"Yeah, thanks Cas." Sam said quickly.

Castel released them from his grip and took a step backwards, to give space.

"It was a bomb. Someone was trying to kill us." Sam said rapidly as if the words fell out of his mouth.

"Who was trying to kill you?"

"That's the thing, we don't know Cas." Dean said firmly.

"Before, the warehouse was about to explode, I sensed that the people were infected with a virus." Cas said firmly.

"What type of virus?" Sam perked.

"Leviathans?" Dean asked.

"No, it was different and I could sense that it was mutating, Dean."

"Like the x-men?"

"No, something far worse….." Cas said angrily.

"From what I sensed, it was a virus that could spread and kill the host at the same time."

Sunday- 5/

"Whoa! EAsy girl! You almost got it!" The Doctor yelled at the Tardis. He pressed a few buttons and the Tardis almost flipped.

She was having a hard time landing on the Earth, which was quite unusual for her to do so. Since she took a rough hit on their last adventure go anyway. He didn't blame her, he also got injured too. Apart from that, this was going to be a rugged landing.

Pulling another lever and pushing a couple buttons...the Tardis landed soundly.

That's good.

The tardis told him that there are aliens on earth, but not the type.

Making sure, he had everything such as: shoes, psychic paper, and sonic screwdriver: he walked outside into a park in London, England.

Children were laughing and playing as their parents watched them. Birds were tweeting and elderly couples walking, enjoying their day. It's a nice Sunday morning in London, he thought. What a perfect occasion for the day. Well, really there wasn't a day or night for him-it just all mixed together. The scent hitted him immediately as he stepped out of the Tardis.

Strolling down the path, The Doctor smelled something different within the foul polluted air in the Earth. The scent was nectar sweet, you could almost taste it on your mouth,and you could smell a hit of this hazy unknown scent; similar to chocolate and vanilla. It was faint at first, but the smell grow stronger and more aroused as the Doctor walked in the park. The Doctor knew what this was- a virus. A disease to kill, he could smell it. But what type? He needed to find out what this was, before it was too late.

And so, the doctor did what he did best: Run.

Running towards the scent, across streets and alleyways. Passing dozens and dozens of people on a sunday morning, who didn't even know that there was something dangerous. They just calmly walked by, as if nothing has happen. As he expected humans to be and do that. Well, they're humans and that was all he needed to know. Humans living on the planet Earth, living in their own big, big world- unaware of the universe waiting for them. Chuckling lightly to himself, he ran past the humans idling about in their day and focused on his task at hand.

The virus...or was it disease. He wasn't sure, but he knew for a fact that it can wipe out humans. Or the human race in general. Mixed emotions raced through him, as his questions increased.

What is this virus? WHy it is here?! I to help! Run FASTER!? Why does the scent smell so sweet and sick at the same time?! Could it kill the human race!? I don't know what this is?! WHy? Why? Why?!

WHY?! More thoughts came to his head, making him mad than he already is.

The daleks came at the last moment! They didn't destroy the human race, right away!? Or…. they attempted to….but! That was a long time ago. Then again, it can always happen again, can't it?! They always come. Always. Running, running faster than he has ever ran before, his feet finally stopped a few feet away at an entrance to an train station.

The sign at the entrance read: Paddington Station

Paddington Station?! The scent grew stronger and more toxic here. It was even more than in park that The Doctor almost gagged and had to gasp for breath. Deciding that it was too much, even for him-A time Lord. He had to walk one block away, so the fumes won't cause him to go into a regeneration. Now, that wouldn't be good for the public. Not right now.

One block away the doctor stood near the entrance of Paddington Station. Ordinary people, doing work and such. Just passing on a Sunday morning, quietly and peacefully. Nothing, bad was going to happen to these people. As the Doctor continued to observe human on a peaceful sunday morning.

And then…..as…..always…..something bad happened.

A couple people began screaming and running out of the entrance of Paddington Station. Causing a panic, other human continued to shout and scream. It was only a matter of seconds and the doctor could barely heard what they were saying now.

"Bomb! There a bomb! Help!"

Because now, a hundred of people panicked and tried to squeeze out of the entrance of Paddington Station.

BBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

Fire exploded out of Paddington and the doctor flew back a couple feet from where he was standing originally.

Darkness was Darkness then consumed his vision and eventually the doctor had passed out.