Trust it's a Game (3/?)

[burnt_hamster]

Everything hurt.  Different from Afganistan, where pain had been focused and sharp.  This was a full body throbbing with his pulse.

He had been left alone after Sherlock’s visit.  His hands thankfully left untied, though his right one useless.  He had spent nearly half an hour painstakingly inching his jumper off his arm between puffs of breath

Comments

[tiny_teaspoon]

>.<

oh that was......Oh my god, poor John *sniff* and Sherlock. Moriarty is so evil in your fic...wow ( can I have more pls?!)

I've just read the first two parts ( yes I know, I a little bit slow ;-P )and it is getting better and better!

I really hope you don't mind me saying this, but...

[glitterary]

The concept behind this fic is fantastic, and what you're doing with the characters is brilliant... but to be honest with you, I think this fic could really do with a beta reader to tidy up the formatting and catch some spelling/grammer errors/typos here and there.

It would make the instalments much easier to read--I hate to see such a good story hampered by technical writing issues. You could make the flow and impact of the prose much better without even touching the words you've used--just the punctuation and formatting. Seriously, I love the story.

[eldritchhobbit]

I love your characterizations in this story. So wrenching! I look forward to the next installment.

[145kristy145]

O.o
wow...just..wow..can't wait for more, its getting better and better...

[pro_prodigy]

Ahhhhhhhhh!

That's all i have to say really.