Sherlock meets The Flash and Arrow

CHAPTER 11

Cisco

We circle around the dagger. Sherlock suddenly runs at me, ignoring the dagger. I shoot a couple of sonic blasts at him. They're nearly impossible to dodge since they move at the speed of sound, but Sherlock manages to get to the edge of them so they glance off him. They'll leave bruises, but he doesn't slow down.

Then he's right in front of me. I hit him with a sonic blast, but he's planted and only slips back about two feet. He gets a few good punches in and I reel back.

Then I think of something. I stack my left hand behind my right and catch his next punch with my right hand. I've caught his injured hand, but he's pushing me back with his hand. I brace myself, since this is going to hurt, and shoot a sonic blast from my left hand into my right hand. It hurts, and I almost scream but keep doing it. The sonic blasts hitting my right hand make it curl around and squeeze Sherlock's hand a hundred times stronger than I could without them. Sherlock throws some punches with his uninjured hand, but I vibe and dodge every one.

I increase the frequency, forcing the shockwaves to speed up and my hand tightens. Sherlock winces. I can't imagine how much pain he's feeling. He takes his uninjured hand and grabs my right wrist and twists.

My arm goes one way and my hand goes the other. My hand is torn off of his. As he pulls his injured hand back, I shoot a parting sonic blast from both of my hands, as hard as I can. It hits home, and he cries out and falls to one knee.

I look at him, but he doesn't seem like he's suffering. Then I notice there's something in my hand. A wad of bloody bandages, which I drop like it's burnt me. They must've been pulled off Sherlock's hand.

Speaking of Sherlock's hand, I glance at it. It's bleeding badly, and a pool of blood is collecting on the ground. Ouch.

I vibe a dozen different angles for a sonic blast until I find one that should send the dagger to just behind me. I try it, and the dagger skitters past me.

I reach down to grab it, keeping my eye on Sherlock, but I have to glance down since I can't risk cutting myself on it.

It's like Five Nights at Freddy's. When I look up, he's in front of me. I'm still crouched down, so he knees me hard under my chin. My head snaps back, but I have the dagger now. I drive it deep into his injured leg and feel a rush of power. Sherlock slumps but the dagger's caught in his bandages and I can't pull it back. He yanks his leg back, ripping the dagger out of my hand. He reaches down and yanks it out of his leg.

Like that, I've lost the advantage.

John

I think I'm supposed to be the responsible adult. I'm a doctor for goodness sake! How did I let my best friend fight a superhero while he was injured? A small part of me answers, Because you're a soldier, and you were curious. The larger part of me says, It wouldn't have mattered what you said. He would've done it anyways.

Either way, Sherlock is going to have a problem when this is over. His leg isn't off too badly. It's slowly dripping red, but the bandages are doing a good job of stopping the bleeding. Then there's his hand.

Oliver winces. He says, "How can this guy handle this much pain?" I imagine the pain I felt from Oliver's arrow and multiply it eightfold. It'd be about as bad as getting shot. Sherlock's hand is bleeding like he was shot, at least.

He's holding the dagger in his uninjured hand. It's his left, but he's ambidextrous with a blade, so it doesn't really matter.

Cisco

My best bet at this point is to stay as far from Sherlock as I can.

If that dagger touches me, I lose all my superpowers. Then I'm basically helpless. I can barely hold my own against a relatively weak fighter who's in handcuffs without my superpowers. And Sherlock is clearly not weak, or handcuffed.

Oliver

Cisco drives the dagger deep into Sherlock's leg. We could make a fighter out of him yet.

A black shadow crawls out of Sherlock's leg. Golden sparks flicker and crackle around it. The shadow flows over and into Cisco's arm. "What is that?" I ask.

Barry replies, "Interdimensional energy. Metas have stylized energy that reflects their superpower and personality. Normal people have dark blue."

"How is Sherlock's not blue?"

"Every now and then, a normal person is...abnormal...enough. Then their energy reflects the personality. I'm thinking yours would be dark green."

Cisco

Sherlock races at me. I can do hand-to-hand combat with my vibes to see the future, but the dagger throws a wrench in that. It's a lot harder to deflect a blade than a punch. Plus, if I get so much as nicked by this blade, I'll start leaking interdimensional energy. I wait until the last second, then duck underneath his slash. The blade carves the air just above my head, but I'm behind Sherlock and running over to the other side of the room before he even turns around. Accelerated perception does have its advantages.

I vibe the future, but something's weird. The future seems to be...Sherlock standing still. Then the future suddenly jolts to Sherlock running at me—a split second before he actually does.

Now the future's just him running...until it jolts to him swinging a punch the instant before he does.

He must've somehow persuaded himself that he won't do anything other than what he's doing, then spontaneously change his mind to fighting so I can't see what he's planning until he does it. Wow. Okay.

The punch hits me square in the chest and I stumble backwards—only to find that the wall is right behind me.

Sherlock pins me to the wall, holding the dagger to my neck, and I'm faced with the same dilemma as with the door in the cell and Sherlock. I can't phase through both him and the dagger. I'm stuck.

I can see the future, but I'm powerless to stop it. In one smooth motion, Sherlock slides the dagger down my cheek. Light blue ripples burning with white fire mixes with my blood and settles on the dagger.

My interdimensional energy is absorbed by the dagger and I slump. Since my powers rely on interdimensional energy, I start leaking some of my extra. I reach up and cup my hand around the cut so I don't lose any more energy than I already have.

Sherlock pushes the flat of the blade against my jugular. "Yield?"