All Around Me

Chapter 14

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Sherlock stood on top of the building, looking out at the street below, he heard a voice behind him, one he was expecting.

"I didn't think you would show. Well, not after I killed your girlfriend." Moriarty says, his hands in his jacket pockets.

Sherlock turns around, "I didn't think you would, either, considering how much of a coward you are."

Moriarty's hand turns to a fist, but his smirk still doesn't leave his face. "So, you're wondering why I called you here?"

"So you can brag about Claire's death?" he says, his face emotionless, voice even, calm.

Moriarty laughs humorlessly, "No, to tell you what I plan to do next."

"Good, then we're here for the same reason, then." Sherlock says, looking at Moriarty, trying to figure out his next move.

"Well, because it seems mine is way better than yours, i'll go first." Moriarty says, almost delighted by the idea.

Sherlock could only nod, his face blank, unreadable, even to Moriarty.

"In a few days, something will happen. Something that will put someone you care about in danger. I won't say who, because, well, spoilers! More people may die than intended, but, that's a part of the game isn't it?" Moriarty says, looking around, almost amused by the plan, like it was a mere board game.

That was when he saw it. That hint of the expression in Moriarty's eyes. The same look he had when Claire showed him God knows what. The look of sheer terror.

 "And now it's my turn." Sherlock says, his eyes locked on Moriarty.

"I'm here to kill you." he says.

 Moriarty laughs, almost making Sherlock wince. "You can't kill me! And you know it! We were made for eachother, Holmes. You always going after me, me always making the plans for all sorts of things." 

Moriarty faces Sherlock, the smirk still on his face, "But, doesn't staying alive seem a little boring to you?" He pulls out a gun, the same gun he used on Claire, and points the barrel in his mouth.

Before Sherlock could stop him, he pulled the trigger. Sherlock stumbled back, the gunshot loud, echoing. He looks at Moriarty's body in shock, blood seeping onto the roof. He shook his head, knowing what his move was next. He pulls out his phone, walking to the edge of the buidling.

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John gripped Claire's hand as they ran down the street, almost out of breath. It was too busy to catch a cab so they had to run to the intersection infront of St. Bart's. John skids to a stop, breathing heavily, looking around.

Claire releases John's hand, not sensing Sherlock on any of the streets or alley. "Where is he?" She huffed, out of breath.

"I-I dont know.." John says, then his phone rang, the caller ID: Sherlock. He picks up, "Where are you?!"

"Look up." Sherlock says.

John turns, looking up at the building. Sherlock was standing at the edge, he raises his hand.

"What the hell are you doing?!" John hisses.

Claire grips John's arm, "John, where is he?!"

"On top of the building, the tallest one." he says. "Again, what the hell are you thinking?!" he hissed.

Claire focused on the main building in the middle of the intersections. It was tall, about six stories, no one could survive a fall that high. She finally found him, he was standing on the edge, looking down at them, or, well, John.

"Its an experiment." Sherlock says, laughing slightly.

"Sherlock, Sherlock, Claire's alive! She's here! Don't do this!" he says, looking up at Sherlock.

He shook his head, "No, she's dead. I saw it. I'm sorry."

Claire yanks the phone out of John's hand, "Sherlock Holmes, listen to me! Do not do this! Please! I'm fine! I'm alive! I'm here! You can see me!"

He closes his eyes, tears threatening to overtake him. "I'm sorry, I have to do this."

John takes the phone back, "Sherlock, keep your eyes on me, alright? Keep your eyes on me."

Sherlock looks at John, giving a small, weak, smile. "Goodbye, John." he drops the phone, closing his eyes, and jumping off the edge.

"Sherlock!!!" John screams, but he was too late. Sherlock was already falling, and before he knew it, he hit the street below.

"NO!!" Claire shouted. John gripped her arm but they both ran over, people already crowding around. John tried pushing through people, trying to get to him, but stopped as he realized all the damage. To Claire, everything was clear, every detail. It made her sick. She collapsed backwards, hitting John. He pulls her into a hug, looking at Sherlock's bloody lifeless body. She held onto him tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

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Ohhhh no!!! :'[ Okay, really, i literally cried writing this chapter xD 'Nuff said.

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-K