Thousand years [JOHNLOCK]

Chapter four - Trick or Treat

"John, was that a compliment?" Sherlock asked.
" Well,.. it- umm ... yes, it think it was, yes."
John answered, a little awkwardly, but he successfully kept his facial expression normal.
" Then, I shall say thank you." Sherlock said and stood up.
" Come." Sherlock said. He took his long black coat, and pressed the deerstalker deep to cover his ears, and his dark curly hair was pushing out under the hat.
" What do you mean come? Where are we going?" John asked, a little surprised.
" There's been a murder." Sherlock said and his deep blue eyes were sparkling with pure exitement.
John took his grey coat, and they bursted out of the door of the legendary 221b Baker Street.

As soon as they got out of their flat, Sherlock almost ran and John had hard time keeping up.
Should I phone Greg that we're on our way?" John asked.
" No. Don't call anyone. And who's Greg?" Sherlock answered, and still kept his eyes fixed on wherever he was heading for.
John didn't even try to take his phone out of the pocket again.
He would just trust Sherlock.

They made their way through the crowd to a dark, dirty alley that had a ladder on one wall. Sherlock climbed first, John following him.
After a long boring ohase of his life, John felt alive again.
When running with Sherlock, he felt like his heart had exploded and colorful paint had bursted around his body with his blood. Slowly reaching his fingertips, he felt adrenaline being pumped through his veins.
He felt alive.

They climbed another ladder, until they found out they were on an empty rooftop of a common three-storey house full of ordinary people.
There were no sign of anything peculiar or strange.
"Are you sure that this is the right place?" John asked.
" Yes!" Sherlock shouted. He turned around, his coat flipping dramatically as he moved.
" What's wrong!?" Sherlock suddenly shouted;
" Where are you, come and show yourself! "

John and Sherlock both turned around as they heard footsteps comig from a shadow.
" Jim Moriarty. Hi!" John heard.
"Impossible..." Sherlock gasped and took a step back. John put his hands to his pockets, searching for his gun. To his horror, he found the pockets to be empty.
" Looking for this, are ya?" Moriarty suddenly said, hanging his gun with two fingers.
" What's the problem Sherly? Did you think that I was dead!? Did you think that I did a suicide!?!" Moriarty shouted.
Sherlock still kept quiet.
John was very unsure of what to do.
Moriarty laughed at Sherlock, this time pointing a gun at him.
" It has been a- how do I say that? You know when the little disgusting kids walk around from door to door on halloween asking "trick or treat?" This gamr has been a wonderful treat. Soooo tasty."
Moriarty singasonged as he spinned the gun on his hand;
"But now it's the time to end this shit and leave the little child without his candy. It's the time for the trick!" John heard a noise. It was loud, and it came from the gun. It was too late.
John was already on the air. He had jumped.
Thud.
John fell to the ground in front of Sherlock.
He gasped for air as he felt a horrifying pain in his stomach. He looked down at his hand, and saw them red from blood. The bullet had hit him right in the middle of his chest.
" Whoopsie! See you later Sherly!" Moriarty said as he disappeared.
Sherlock ran to John, his eyes glistening from tears.
" John. John. JOHN DO YOU HEAR ME?" He shouted as he tried to stop the blood coming from John's chest.
" Sherlock..." John whispered;"I love you."
A single tear rolled down John's cheek.
" Don't forget that. I always did."

Sherlock held John's hand tightly as he called an ambulance. He constantly slapped John's cheeks, truing to keep him awake, but he had lost very much blood.
When the ambulance finally arrived, they took John immediately to the hospital.
Sherlock waited for hours.
Many doctors ran in and out of John's room, but he wasn't allowed to go in.
After four hours of constant waiting, a doctor came to Sherlock.

" I am so, so terribly sorry.
We couldn't save him."