Never As It Seems || Sherlock

Chapter 23

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Sooooo I bet you're wanting to know what I meant at the end of the last chapterrrr...I'm sorry, I had terrible writer's block and I didn't know what to write -.- This chapter should be interesting >:3 I'll get on with it. Here it is! (finally) mwuhahahahahahahaaaaaa...

<3Sammi

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Sherlock's POV

I recognize the voice all too well as it echoes through the room. It's him. It looks like I'm not the only one that "died".

"I didn't expect to see you here," I say. He snickers. "I thought you expected everything, Sherlock Holmes. Well, I guess my terrible criminal act went over well. Did you like it?" asked Moriarty.

I turn to look at John. He is frozen in his own shock. I laugh quietly. "You have to be pretty smart to outsmart me," I comment honestly.

"But you always knew I was smart. Didn't you?" he asks, walking into visibility. His hands are in his pockets casually.

"Someone's modest," I say. "I'm no less modest than you are, Sherlock." Finally, John speaks up.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock, can you explain what's going on?" I turn around to see his clueless face. I decide to explain, knowing that Mr. Modest already knew that I knew.

"He tricked Lili into helping him, and killed her. She looked suspicious with those keys in her pocket. She's always been a pickpocket, and I thought she'd stopped. But she wasn't doing it for her. Not the best plan in the world, I have to say. A bit dull, in fact."

"I've told you before, you always expect everything to be clever, but that's a fault of yours. It doesn't have to be clever if it works, now does it?"

I run my hand over the gun I always keep in my pocket. "You don't need to resort to that. It wouldn't do you any good, would it? You didn't think I came alone, did you?"

Little red lights appear out of nowhere. I can almost feel myself fall back into about two years ago.

"Do you really have to kill me? Already? I did just come back from the dead and I'd hate to disappoint my new fans," I respond sarcastically. He smirks.

I lean over to John. "Go, John. Leave it to me." I try to keep my voice to a whisper. "No way in hell, Sherlock," he asserts stubbornly.

"Such beautiful loyalty," his annoying voice rings out. I watch my fire of my stare travel over to him. "What? Did you think I couldn't hear you?" he asks. "This is beginning to be boring, and I've been bored for the past couple of months. No, being bored any longer will not do."

He leans over into the little room off to the side. My mind starts trying to think in any direction it can as I see an object that he kicks out.

A coat, smothered in explosives. "You've gone to quite the amount of trouble to make this like it was before haven't you?" I remark, trying to stay calm.

He ignores my comment and walks towards me. "So. Let's play a little game, shall we? Would you rather die from my little devils here?" He points to the small red dots that litter my forehead.

"Or, would you like me to shoot this?" He points at the coat.

"Remember, I will die, and you will die, but so will your little puppy over there." Barking mockingly like a small dog, he points at John.

I think rapidly. I'm going to die either way. If I alone die, he will escape, but John will be alright. If he explodes the place, he will be dead, and so will John.

It's a choice between the safety of society and a friend. Then again, I wouldn't expect anything less from James Moriarty.

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A/N
MWUAHAHAHAHA lol I'm so sorry it took that long to think of that and write it...well if I'd done it fast it wouldn't be good so he thankful. Well I'll try to go a bit faster now! Seeya next time, loves :)

*Doesn't sleep despite tiredness because fanfiction*

(If you sneezed while reading this, bless you X3)