Sherlock waited in the damp room. He couldn't tell if the world was spinning or if he had fallen into space. He tried to move his arms again, but the chains restricted him.
Chained and bloody, Sherlock waited the final death blow from the Serbian. It wasn't exactly the way he thought he would go out.
Suddenly the feminine voice whispered, "When I say run, run..."
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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
