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Sherlock: Russian Roulette Part 1

*Sara's​ ​p.o.v.*

My​ ​brother,​ ​James​ ​Moriarty,​ ​walked​ ​into​ ​the​ ​kitchen​ ​of​ ​our​ ​shared​ ​flat,​ ​looking​ ​all​ ​spiffy. "Where​ ​are​ ​you​ ​going​ ​looking​ ​all​ ​spiffy?"​ ​I​ ​asked.​ ​"I​ ​have​ ​important​ ​business​ ​to​ ​take​ ​care​ ​of. Goodbye​ ​little​ ​sister,"​ ​he​ ​replied,​ ​walking​ ​out​ ​the​ ​front​ ​door.​ ​He​ ​always​ ​said​ ​'see​ ​you​ ​later',​ ​not goodbye.​ ​Never​ ​goodbye.

I​ ​became​ ​a​ ​little​ ​worried,​ ​so​ ​I​ ​dropped​ ​what​ ​I​ ​was​ ​doing​ ​and​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​follow​ ​him.​ ​I​ ​saw him​ ​take​ ​a​ ​cab,​ ​so​ ​I​ ​took​ ​the​ ​next​ ​one​ ​and​ ​had​ ​my​ ​cabbie​ ​follow​ ​him.​ ​After​ ​about​ ​twenty​ ​minutes of​ ​driving,​ ​his​ ​cab​ ​stopped​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​a​ ​tall​ ​building.​ ​I​ ​paid​ ​my​ ​cabbie​ ​and​ ​got​ ​out.​ ​I​ ​noticed Sherlock​ ​follow​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​into​ ​the​ ​building,​ ​so​ ​I​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​wait​ ​a​ ​few​ ​minutes.​ ​Once​ ​the​ ​time was​ ​up,​ ​I​ ​took​ ​a​ ​deep​ ​breath​ ​and​ ​made​ ​my​ ​way​ ​inside.​ ​My​ ​brother,​ ​who​ ​almost​ ​certainly​ ​had​ ​the family​ ​flare​ ​for​ ​the​ ​dramatics,​ ​was​ ​no​ ​doubt​ ​on​ ​the​ ​roof.​ ​He's​ ​a​ ​highly​ ​intelligent​ ​individual,​ ​but he​ ​thinks​ ​he's​ ​invincible​ ​and​ ​that​ ​is​ ​what​ ​scares​ ​me​ ​about​ ​him.

The​ ​elevator​ ​was​ ​out​ ​of​ ​order,​ ​so​ ​I​ ​took​ ​the​ ​stairs​ ​at​ ​a​ ​fair​ ​pace.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​nearing​ ​the​ ​roof, when​ ​I​ ​heard​ ​a​ ​gunshot.​ ​I​ ​immediately​ ​sped​ ​up​ ​and​ ​opened​ ​the​ ​door​ ​to​ ​the​ ​roof,​ ​only​ ​to​ ​find​ ​that my​ ​brother​ ​had​ ​shot​ ​himself.​ ​I​ ​shed​ ​a​ ​few​ ​tears​ ​and​ ​lifted​ ​my​ ​head​ ​to​ ​see​ ​Sherlock​ ​movingtoward​ ​the​ ​edge​ ​of​ ​the​ ​roof.​ ​I​ ​wiped​ ​my​ ​tears​ ​away​ ​and​ ​shouted,​ ​"Sherlock!"

He​ ​turned​ ​around​ ​to​ ​meet​ ​my​ ​gaze,​ ​only​ ​to​ ​be​ ​met​ ​with​ ​eyes​ ​that​ ​had​ ​the​ ​biggest​ ​hate​ ​fire burning​ ​behind​ ​them.​ ​"You​ ​may​ ​not​ ​have​ ​shot​ ​him,​ ​but​ ​it's​ ​thanks​ ​to​ ​you​ ​that​ ​he's​ ​dead.​ ​I​ ​know what​ ​you're​ ​about​ ​to​ ​do,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​want​ ​you​ ​to​ ​remember​ ​these​ ​next​ ​few​ ​words​ ​you're​ ​about​ ​to​ ​hear. If​ ​you​ ​somehow​ ​survive​ ​the​ ​landing,​ ​just​ ​know​ ​that​ ​I​ ​will​ ​come​ ​after​ ​you.​ ​I​ ​will​ ​not​ ​stop​ ​until​ ​I have​ ​heard​ ​you​ ​take​ ​your​ ​last​ ​breath​ ​and​ ​see​ ​the​ ​light​ ​leave​ ​your​ ​eyes,"​ ​I​ ​said,​ ​making​ ​sure​ ​my voice​ ​sounded​ ​as​ ​venomous​ ​as​ ​possible.

Sherlock​ ​then​ ​proceeded​ ​to​ ​get​ ​on​ ​the​ ​ledge​ ​and​ ​fall​ ​off.​ ​As​ ​much​ ​as​ ​I​ ​wanted​ ​him​ ​dead,​ ​I hoped​ ​he​ ​survived​ ​so​ ​that​ ​I​ ​could​ ​be​ ​the​ ​one​ ​that​ ​ended​ ​his​ ​life.

*****

It​ ​had​ ​been​ ​two​ ​years​ ​since​ ​Sherlock's​ ​death,​ ​but​ ​some​ ​part​ ​of​ ​me​ ​never​ ​really​ ​believed he​ ​was​ ​dead.​ ​However,​ ​I​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​carry​ ​on​ ​with​ ​my​ ​life​ ​and​ ​continue​ ​my​ ​brother's​ ​line​ ​of work.​ ​I​ ​figured​ ​if​ ​I​ ​was​ ​to​ ​one​ ​day​ ​exact​ ​my​ ​revenge,​ ​I'd​ ​want​ ​to​ ​step​ ​into​ ​the​ ​shoes​ ​of​ ​a​ ​criminal mastermind.

I​ ​just​ ​finished​ ​"dealing"​ ​with​ ​this​ ​guy​ ​that​ ​got​ ​in​ ​my​ ​way​ ​in​ ​an​ ​alley,​ ​and​ ​that's​ ​when​ ​I heard​ ​my​ ​stomach​ ​rumbling.​ ​I​ ​then​ ​decided​ ​it​ ​was​ ​time​ ​to​ ​go​ ​get​ ​some​ ​food.​ ​I​ ​stripped​ ​out​ ​of​ ​my
current​ ​attire​ ​and​ ​used​ ​the​ ​towel​ ​I​ ​brought​ ​with​ ​me​ ​to​ ​wipe​ ​the​ ​blood​ ​off​ ​my​ ​body.​ ​I​ ​then changed​ ​into​ ​slightly​ ​nicer​ ​attire,​ ​because​ ​the​ ​place​ ​I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​reservation​ ​at​ ​was​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​nicer​ ​than most​ ​places.​ ​I​ ​put​ ​my​ ​towel​ ​and​ ​old​ ​clothes​ ​on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​the​ ​guy.​ ​I​ ​then​ ​poured​ ​gasoline​ ​on​ ​the​ ​pile, lit​ ​a​ ​match​ ​and​ ​walked​ ​away.

*****

I​ ​sat​ ​by​ ​myself​ ​and​ ​had​ ​a​ ​nice​ ​quiet​ ​dinner.​ ​The​ ​food​ ​was​ ​fantastic​ ​and​ ​the​ ​wine​ ​exquisite. I​ ​finished​ ​the​ ​last​ ​few​ ​drops​ ​of​ ​my​ ​wine,​ ​when​ ​I​ ​noticed​ ​that a very​ ​poorly​ ​disguised​ ​Sherlock came​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​kitchen​ ​and​ ​started​ ​making​ ​his​ ​way​ ​over​ ​to​ ​the​ ​table.​ ​I​ ​then​ ​pulled​ ​a​ ​piece​ ​of paper​ ​from​ ​my​ ​bag​ ​wrote​ ​a​ ​little​ ​note.​ ​Once​ ​done,​ ​I​ ​folded​ ​it​ ​and​ ​on​ ​the​ ​top​ ​I​ ​wrote,​ ​"To Sherlock".​ ​A​ ​waiter​ ​approached​ ​me​ ​with​ ​my​ ​check​ ​and​ ​I​ ​said,​ ​"I​ ​need​ ​you​ ​to​ ​give​ ​this​ ​note​ ​to​ ​the gentleman​ ​in​ ​the​ ​tuxedo​ ​over​ ​at​ ​that​ ​table."​ ​I​ ​pointed​ ​to​ ​the​ ​table​ ​and​ ​handed​ ​the​ ​waiter​ ​the​ ​note. I​ ​then​ ​laid​ ​down​ ​the​ ​appropriate​ ​amount​ ​of​ ​cash​ ​for​ ​my​ ​bill.

*Sherlock's​ ​p.o.v.*

John​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​was​ ​just​ ​about​ ​to​ ​punch​ ​me,​ ​when​ ​a​ ​waiter​ ​handed​ ​me​ ​a​ ​note​ ​that​ ​was apparently​ ​addressed​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​The​ ​waiter​ ​said,​ ​"The​ ​lady​ ​over​ ​there​ ​asked​ ​me​ ​to​ ​deliver​ ​this​ ​note to​ ​you."​ ​He​ ​then​ ​pointed​ ​over​ ​to​ ​the​ ​note​ ​write,​ ​who​ ​turned​ ​out​ ​to​ ​be​ ​Moriarty's​ ​little​ ​sister.​ ​She smirked​ ​at​ ​me​ ​and​ ​waved.​ ​She​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​made​ ​her​ ​way​ ​over​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​Before​ ​she​ ​reached​ ​me,​ ​I read​ ​the​ ​note​ ​and​ ​it​ ​said:​ ​"​Meet​ ​me​ ​tomorrow​ ​at​ ​noon.​ ​You​ ​know​ ​the​ ​place.​ ​Come​ ​alone​ ​and​ ​with no​ ​means​ ​of​ ​communication.​ ​Fail​ ​to​ ​meet​ ​any​ ​of​ ​the​ ​criteria​ ​on​ ​this​ ​note,​ ​and​ ​your​ ​family​ ​and friends​ ​will​ ​be​ ​killed​ ​off​ ​one-by-one.​ ​~S.​ ​Moriarty​".

Sara​ ​approached​ ​me​ ​and​ ​leaned​ ​into​ ​my​ ​ear,​ ​whispering,​ ​"Intelligence​ ​runs​ ​in​ ​the Moriarty​ ​family,​ ​so​ ​you​ ​won't​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​any​ ​tricks.​ ​See​ ​you​ ​tomorrow​ ​love."​ ​She​ ​then planted​ ​a​ ​kiss​ ​on​ ​my​ ​cheek​ ​and​ ​walked​ ​away,​ ​no​ ​doubt​ ​smirking.