1000 Ways To Say...

Chapter 21

(AN: This is the second to last chapter... :( Hope you've enjoyed this!)

Sherlock

My footsteps echo throughout the cathedral.

A cathedral, of all places.

"Ah, Sherlock Holmes," Moriarty's voice echoes from above me. "You've finally decided to meet your match."

"I came to talk to you, concerning the wedding incident." I shout.

"The wedding was an accident in itself, Sherlock. You and John... Married at last. How adorable." He chuckles, descending the spiral stairs.

"Why did you set a bomb off at our wedding?" I ask bluntly.

He walks towards me, clasping his hands behind his back.

"That was simply a bit of fun. I like to watch people suffer... Burn." Moriarty is standing at least two feet away from me.

"There must be a reason." I say, trying not to show any expression.

I was angry. This man in front of me sets bombs off at weddings for fun.

"Listen, Sherlock..." He paused, sighing. "You have been chasing me for as long as you can remember, haven't you?" He begins pacing around me.

I nod.

"You've been wasting your time!" He stops pacing to shout at me. "I'm not even a real person."

I stay silent, trying to process what he just said.

"Hear that? I'm not a real person!" He shouts louder, turning back to face me.

I pull out my gun, aiming at his head.

"This Moriarty you've been chasing? He. Doesn't. Exist." He spits, pulling out his own gun.

"That's..." I trail off, confused.

"I'm surprised it took you this long, Sherlock. The final problem..." He laughs again. "Honestly, you should see your face right now."

He points his gun at my head, while I point mine at his heart.

"I could shoot you right now... The great Sherlock Holmes, killed by a simple gunshot. You think you're such a hero... Solving murders, saving people... But really-"

He is cut off by a gunshot. However, neither of us look away.

"You're just in love, aren't you?" He continues. "Your precious John, how would he feel if he went to your real funeral? There would be no 'return of Sherlock Holmes' then, would there?"

"My love interests shouldn't be of your interests. Love is a dangerous thing." I say, "Something that anyone could die for."

At that exact moment, another gunshot echoes through the cathedral. Moriarty is in a pool of his own blood by the time I look down.

"Sherlock?"

John.

"How did you find me?" I run towards him, pulling him into a tight hug. "You know you could've got yourself killed?"

"I took the risk." He hugs me tighter.

"Thank you, John." He pulls away, dropping the gun on the floor.

"I just killed someone, Sherlock. Do you think we could pull it off again?" John kicks the gun over to Moriarty.

"Pull off what?" We start walking out of the cathedral, holding hands.

"Getting away with murder." He says with a small smile.

(AN: This took me a while, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter. :D)