John's Notebook (johnlock)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I woke up in a dark room, handcuffed to a pipe on the wall. I struggled to stand up but I couldn't. "Hello again" I heard somebody say. A man.

A devilish man.

He stepped into my sight and I realized I was right. James Moriarty stood across the room with a smirk on his face.

That was impossible, he died. He killed himself. "I thought you were dead!" I said, amazed. "So Sherlock can live and I can't? I don't think so" he said scoldingly.

"Where's Sherlock?" I demanded

"Oh don't worry, he's on his way" he smiled.

The door next to me swung open and sure enough Sherlock stepped in. He held a gun in his hands and glared at Moriarty.

He glanced at me and looked concerned "John, what happened to you?" He asked. "N-nothing, I'm fine" I said.

"Your head..." He said. I felt my forehead with my free hand.

Blood.

There was a fairly deep cut on my forehead and blood was dripping down my face.

"Oh, I don't know"

Sherlock glared at him with fire in his eyes. I've never seen him look at anyone with such hatred.

Jim grinned. "Stop this." Sherlock demanded. "What do you want from me!"

"I want you dead" he replied. "I thought I made it clear that if you don't die" he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me "your friends will"

Sherlock's eyes widened.

"Why do you want to kill me? Am I threat to you?"

Jim laughed "Honey, don't flatter yourself."

Sherlock looked at me and then at Moriarty. "Could you please stop pointing that gun at him?" He asked. He moved the gun from me to him.

I tried to get my hand out of the cuff. I pulled as hard as I could. I knew if I was going to get out of it, I would have to break it.

"Goodbye.... Sherlock Holmes" he said.

I braced myself as I ripped my hand out hearing a snap and feeling searing pain. But I had to act quickly. I ran across the room in front of Sherlock right as the bullet made its way into my lower shoulder.

I collapsed onto the ground, feeling the sticky liquid ooze down my chest.

My vision was starting to get fuzzy, but before I blacked out, there were three more gunshots.

Sherlock's lifeless body fell next to mine.

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