SuperWhoLocked - Preface

Preface

The darkness swirls around him. There is a ringing in his ears. It grows louder and it hurts his ear drums. The ringing grows louder and louder until he's sure his head is about to explode. He's blinded by a white light and the ringing stops, but his head still hurts. Images flashes before his eyes, but it is difficult to make out with the pounding in his head. He sees a glimpse of a blue box zooming across the blue sky, a gun firing, a strange buzzing noise, London cabs whizzing past, hears the beating of wings, a smile and a red bow tie, black eyes, blood-curdling screams, wicked laughter, and a man with black hair and blue eyes falling. He felt great pain as the man fell, great emotional pain. A scream erupted from his lungs and he awoke.

John Watson woke up gasping for air. His heart was pounding in his chest and there was a light ringing in his ears. His head felt like it was going to explode. He collapsed back into his bed. It was another one, another vision. They had plagued his life ever since he was a child. They had gotten worse ever since he went to war. His superiors used his skills to get an advantage over the enemy, but it wasn't that simple. John couldn't control them, and they had gotten so painful and detailed they were almost too much to bear. He was to return home and then he was shot in the shoulder. The lads joked as to why he didn't see it coming. John didn't think it was funny.
As usual, questions swirled in his head. What was a blue box doing in the sky? Why was there the beating of wings? Who was that man who fell? And why did John feel so much pain as the man made contact with the ground? He usually felt sympathy when he saw someone died, it was normal. But the man was different; it almost felt as though John knew him extremely well, like they were good friends, or more than just friends. But John had never seen the man before in his life. He ran a hand over his face. He knew he wouldn't be getting any more sleep that night.