Jim smiled.
"Any last wishes Mr. Holmes?" he asked. Sherlock nodded, drained of his strength.
"You can break my soul. Take my life away." Sherlock said, trying to fill his lungs with the air he needed to finish.
"Beat me. Hurt me. Kill me." Sherlock said. His head was pounding, making it hard to talk.
"But for the love of God. Don't touch.....Him." Sherlock said. Jim smiled and held the knife up to Sherlock's throat.
"It's too late for that dear." he said. And before Jim could enjoy slitting his throat, the last of Sherlock's soul slipped away.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
