life and death

Scotland Yard

I got into the taxi. "Scotland Yard" I said to the driver as he started the car without saying a single word. I thought long and hard about who the mystery criminal could be.  The journey felt long. The 5 minute drive felt like hours! It's been like that since the fall.

I payed the driver the cash and got out.

I stood outside for Lestrade told me to do so. 5 minuets had past and still no sign of him. I was becoming restless. He should know that I hate waiting.  10 minuets later and still no sign of him.  I texed him 'Where are you? '

At once he replied 'what do you mean? '

'You told me to meet you outside Scotland Yard.  Someone broke in...' I replied back.

'I never said anything. Wait I will meet you outside'

I waited. And waited. In the corner of my eye I saw a tall figure staring right at me.  He was in westwood suit that seemed to fit him just right, curving around his body. His shirt had a sort of collar that was perfectly round, showing off his chin. Although the stranger had a white mask on his face, I could see a large grin coming from his mouth. The stranger looked so much like Moriarty but I couldn't be sure. Just like Sherlock, Moriarty was dead. I was sure. This person has to be a look alike. Right?

Everything went quite.  It was just me and him. I didn't like it.  All of my army training started to kick in. I looked around.  God, why was I so paranoid?  Even in London we have those random times when the streets get really quiet for a few minutes. 

The stranger started to walk away in slow motion away from me, but he was still staring at me as he turned his body around in the direction of where I was facing and he headed into a small teso's express.

It was dead silent, not even the birds were singing their morning melodies. I didn't like this. Where was Lestrade?  I turned round to face Scotland Yard.

Just then I heard a single gun shot and felt a sharp pain in my back.  I groaned in pain as I felt my blood boiling.  My hands shriveled in pain as I looked down at the white hollister hoodie I was wearing.  To my horror it wasn't white anymore but bright red with blood,  my blood. " Oh God", I moaned to myself, not believing what I am seeing before my very eyes. My mind was going blank, I was about to lose consciousness.  I started to panic as my body felt heavy and my legs started to give in. I looked at the puddle of blood already on the pavement next to me, I had lost lots of blood,  if no one finds me here I am dead for sure.

I saw Lestrade running from the building towards me shouting my name. I was falling to the ground ever so slowly.  Before I hit the ground he caught me and I screamed in pain. " John, John listen to me, there is an ambulance service already on their way here. Ok? Just hang in there man."He said. I nodded. But it was no use. I felt my breathing worsen, becoming quicker each passing second. He saw the pool of blood next to me. "Oh god," he whispered to himself. "John, look, if I don't put pressure on that wound you could bleed to death." he was right, I was losing more blood each second.  I nodded and closed my eyes tightly. 

Lestrade tore his shirt. " Sorry but this is going to hurt, badly" he said. I nodded, tell me something I don't know. Before he managed to put pressure I started to cough up blood from my lungs and my knees couldn't hold my body so I collapsed.  Lestrade started to panic as I lay there in his arms.

Someone from Scotland Yard started running towards us holding a first aid kit. " You took your time!" Yelled Lestrade,  the person didn't waste time and took out a syringe with morphine in it. "Everyone is busy with the explosion up the street and all the kits were taken to the scene, I had to look over the whole building to find one, sorry", she said and started to cry. I listened to what she said, so thats why it was quiet and empty. I winced as she gave me the morphine and yelled as Lestrade put pressure on.  "Sorry John", he said. " Don't... worry... I'm... fine...", I breathed as I said the simple sentence.  " Shhh don't talk", said the women. I know, it will always make it worse....

The ambulance was still no where to be seen.  The road was most likely to be blocked so it had to take the long way round.  I felt myself slowly slipping,  getting tired, dying. So this is what it feels like. I couldn't breath. I just lay there gasping for air. I saw a tear fall from Lestrade's face and onto mine. The women, who I still had no idea what her name was, started to cry. I couldn't get air inside my lungs, which were possibly collapsing on themselves. I held Lestrade's hand tight, I was never more scared in my life. I saw the same masked figure behind Lestrade holding a baseball bat.  I wamted to scream, to warn him, but I was paralyzed.  The person hit him with a single blow and he was lying there unconscious.  The women pulled out a gun from her inside pocked. I heard a gunshot but everything went black before I saw what happened....

Lestrade:

I woke up with a damm headache.  It took me a few minutes to realise where I was and what had just happened.  Shit! I was in hospital (St Barts). John got shot.  I groaned in pain as I sat up and clutched my head,  I don't even know how I got unconscious.  Where was Karen?  Was she ok? God I will never forgive myself if something happened to her. Is John alive? Please tell me he had survived.  Sherlock told me to look after him. Where was Sherlock? He said that he left the city and that it would be better off dead to the public.

I started to get up but a nurse came in and told me off. " I'm fine", I said. She sighed.  " Look, you suffered a serious blow to the back of your head. The staff were surprised that it didn't kill you. I sat back down. "We just need to run a few scans just to be sure there isn't any serious long lasting damage. " She explained. I nodded.  Maybe she was right. "What happened to Karen, the women who was with us?" I asked as she took my blood pressure.  She looked at me sadly.  I knew it was bad. She was my girlfriend since Sherlock 'died'. She was the love of my life. I was trying not to cry. " What happened? " I asked again. She held my hand. "I'm sorry.  When we found her she was already gone, we couldn't save her. It was too late. " No!!! 

I started to cry. I sobbed and sobbed. The nurse told me that she was shot in the head. My heart sank. I couldn't believe it the love of my life, my soul mate was dead.

"What about John Watson? " I whispered. The nurse shook her head sadly. " Its not good..."

hahaha left you with a cliffhanger.  ok. do you guys think that Moriarty was the stranger,  if so how do you think he survived also do you think john will survive? . Please comment and vote :)