The First And The Final Page

The First and Final Page

Jim smirked at Sherlock who stood across from him near the edge of the pool.

Moriarty's head craned to the side as he watched with laughing eyes as Sherlock aimed the gun down slowly at the bomb.

John's mind went alert as he saw this and jumped into action. This same dangerous action had gotten him shot in Afghanistan.

In a blink of an eye the army doctor had encircle his arms around Jim's throat.

Growling like an angered dog , the consulting criminal threw John to the ground with a thud. John's body hit the ground a skidded few inches before he stopped and groaned.

Sherlock watched and began to race at Jim.

"Moron..."

Jim muttered quietly as he quickly drew his gun and aimed it at John and fired.

Sherlock's eyes widened as he saw John jolt and cry out in pain before going still. He turned to Moriarty his eyes filled with pain and anger.

"No!!"

He yelled and jumped on top of Moriarty and tried to strangle him. His arms holding tightly unwilling to let go. He raised a fist about ready to give Jim a blow to the head before he lost his balance due to a blow from the butt of Jim's pistol, and tumbled of Jim and hit the wall.

Sherlock's eyes regained focus as he looked around slightly confused. What had just happened...then it all came back.

Jim smirked down at Sherlock lying on his back before him.

Sherlock began to crawl backwards his eyes fixed on John.

"Looks like I'll have to get my hands dirty after all..."

"John....no..."

His voice cracked as he spoke before fingers intertwined in Sherlock's dark curls dragging him towards the pool.

"So much evidence to destroy....I'll start with you!"

Before he knew it he had fallen into the pool. He coughed ad he choked on the water. He started to swim upward but that same hand from earlier forced his head under the water for a second or two.

Sherlock struggled and thrashed about in the water. His eyes shut tight as his chest gasped for air.

This continued for a minute or so until sherlock thought he couldn't breathe anymore. He was then yanked head upward to the surface of the water. Jim smirked down at him as he sputtered and tried to get in a breath of air.

He then forced Sherlock's head under again. Sherlock kicked again as he tried to escape before being pulled up again and having his breath choked from him.

"Why won't you just die already?"

Jim growled and pushed Sherlock's head under the water for one minute...then two..until Sherlock stopped thrashing and fell limp in the pool.

Dark circles forming in his eyes as he fell unconscious. One word echoing in his mind.

"John...John..."


~Jessie Tang~