Lace P.O.V
Biting with all of my strength on the gloved hand wrapps around my mouth, a sharp needle being forced into the side of my neck. Feeling no side effects, Moriarty's blood-chilling breath is felt on my ear running down to my neck, fading out.
"Come on Kitten. Play nice and no one will get hurt."
Obeying his command I stand up with wobbling legs. Walking into the lounge I see a sight I did not want to be greeted with. Sherlock is being pressed against the wall painfully with my patterned gun pressed against his head. John! Next to Sherlock with Mary holding a knife to Johns throat with a gimps of kindness in her eyes. She quickly flickers her eyes to Sherlock and motions to Moriarty's legs. I start to laugh.
"ha..ha..ahha ha hahaHAHAHAHA!" I turn insane.
Sherlocks P.O.V.
She starts laughing. Not my LaeLae's laugh but an insane, cold.....Moriarty laugh.
"Think I've killed the poor boys hearts enough, don't you agree?" What?
"OH Yes, darling." He says lowering the gun he had in his hand. My jaw opens slightly and my eyes prick. Sentiment, see where it gets you.
"Oh don't look at me like that. like i could ever even like you!" She spits in my face. Walking over to me while i have tears streaming down my stone face. She pulls me onto my knees as the man who held me let me go. My hands that are tied behind my back are clenched into fists. She lifts her leg to sit on my shoulder, her heel missing my cola bone and she looks over me to my hands, slipping something into them. A knife? What the hell is going on!
"Can I do the honors, Daddy?" She calls behind her. Daddy, oh thats right he gets everyone to call him that.
"Sure Honey." Moriarty throws a gun to her. What the actual f-
"3...2...1..Now!" She turns around as the same time as Mary. Mary shoots the man who held me straight between the eyes as Lace shoot Moriarty in the arm, knowing him he must have poison in his gun. He screams in agony and as I know Moriarty he must have another gun. Being right as always even though sometimes I wish I wasn't. He pulls it out and shoots Lace in the front of the calf. Without flinching she shoots him right in the heart before shooting between his eyes.
"You were a good man who was treated as a bad man, fed like a bad man and became a bad man. Sleep well."
"Wh-What?" I say, confused. She quickly run over to me and wraps her arms around me.
"Are you okay? Did they scratch you? Are you hurt? Did they scratch you?" She asks searching all around me.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" I burst out screaming.
Lace P.O.V.
He screamed at everyone. He screamed at me. I've fallen in love with it again. It's a repeat. Over and over and over and over and over...and over...over...........over. Dad used to scream at me. I just killed him too. Smiling sadly I walk backwards to the window which is open. Tears scream down my face as I start to laugh. Screaming and screaming is all I'm doing, it's all I'm here for.
"Lace......what are you doing?" Mary asks cautiously, taking a step towards me.
"Stay where you are." I say but she takes another step. "I said to STAY THE HELL WHERE YOU ARE!"
"Lace, I know and it is alright." Mary says quietly as I step back slowly to fall.
"Help me." I whimper to her as I keep walking back looking at the sniper ready to shoot all of my friends. She quickly throws me a gun and we shoot the men. Every last one. A sharp pain in my shoulder. Shot twice now and poisoned twice. New record.
"That was the real Moriarty. He is properly dead."
"What is happening?" Sherlock asks. My head snaps towards him and I say simple words to Mary as she catches me.
"I love him..Make him smile again for me....."
It's a perfect day, to float away.
