Hey look! Chapter two!(Sorry)

A cool wind gently pushes the gate open with a creak. Shadows are cast by unseen beings, but a feeling of safety is overwhelming.

"John, this, is Halloween Town" Sherlock says, and he pushes though the gate. John comes running up behind him, and a look of awe appears on his face.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Sherlock asks, but quickly darts off behind a corner, leaving John to gape at the Gothic buildings, the shadows whose presence is both terrifying, yet seem to ooze a feeling of safety. "Sherlock...? Sherlock!" John's lonely yell echoes down the stone walls of the path, and he runs in the direction that Sherlock ran off in.

The shadow of a large, rotund being passes through the gate, but does not offer the safety of the others, and the shadows run far from the castor of this shade of dread. A quick look around, and the being fades away, allowing the shadows to resume there places, as a soft tune begins to sound.

"Sherlock!" voices echo around, bouncing off each other as the news of his return travels through the city. John breaks through the crowd, falling into Sherlock's arms.

"There you are John! It took you long enough!" Sherlock stands John up, keeping one hand on his shoulder. "This, my dear Watson, is Halloween Town," Sherlock's grin is wide, and John's face reflects awe, taking in all the wonderful creatures that seem to appear out of nowhere in front of his eyes.

"Woah. What. The. Hell," John's eyes scan the crowd, and Sherlock's grip loosens on his shoulder.

"Does anyone know where Jack may be?" He says, and all the beings start up a chatter.

"He and Sally were at the Spiral Hill, they took their children to see the spirits rise" Yells the Harlequin Demon from the back of the crowd.

"Thank you. Come now, Jack, we best make our way to the Hill," He turns towards the gate, but the shade of a being that doesn't belong appears in the town. "No. You!" his voice booms and the crowd goes silent. "You. Do. Not. Belong. Here!" Sherlock starts to glow silver, and pushes John into the crowd, as his body starts to change. He leans forward and takes long, broad steps, and transforms into his lion state. The shade's castor finally shows himself, a gigantic sack, who seems to almost be squirming on the inside. Sherlock charges at him, but just as he reaches him, he disappears in a puff of dark smoke.

"Oogie Boogie? Didn't Jack kill him? He's alive? How?" all these questions bounce around the crowd, as Sherlock changes back to human form.

"John, how well can you wield a scythe?" Sherlock questions

"A scythe? Why not a gun?"

"Most mortal weapons will not work here, but if demons are out, you need to be able to protect yourself. Does anyone have an extra scythe? Oh, thank you Grim," A hooded figure walks over and produces a scythe. It's seven feet long, the body being of a black metal, that looks cold, but is warm to the touch, and the blade is a sharp, reflective metal, that shines silver and red in the torch light. The hand holding it out to John is old and gray, yet strong, as John grabs the scythe the figure retreats back into darkness. "Good, now off we go John, I hope that Jack knows what's going on." Sherlock struts out of the town, hands in his coat pockets, and John walks behind, playing with the scythe.

Reviews always welcome, positive or negative, sorry i made you guys wait like two years.

-Kairr