Double W.Holmes

Seperate and Desperate

The first thing he felt is the damp and humid air around him, made him hot and sticky. Both arms were hung up on the air with heavy chains to keep him in a kneeling position onto a wet floor. He tried to move but every bit of energy had drained out from his body. He thought that he had passed out for a few hours but actually it had already been three days from the incident in the flat. Sherlock didn't know about that Watson had thought he was dead in his arms, a bullet had went through his head.
Sherlock hasn't in a fully conscious state yet but he still could remember cleary what happened in the flat. Moriarty is back. Years ago on the rooftop he knew that his suicide was a fake as he enjoyed watching them "dance" with his game. Although he was sure he's gonna come back, a deduction of an actual time was beyond his ability.
"Now now, you knew I didn't die. How could I die while I was having so much fun with you guys? Do you agree?" Moriarty came out from darkness in his usual suit.
"Of course I knew. The latter, yes again. 100% sure I bet. With your game and everything." Sherlock's voice was deep and coarse due to dehydration. But thank god his boy was still kicking violently inside him.
"Well, looks like the great unsentimental consulting detective have a descendent with a ex-army doctor. I'm impressed."
"Talking about impressing, where am I anyway?"
He streched his eyes wide."Come on, did your brain had gone rusting? Deduce it! Isn't that your special ability?"
Sherlock started to observe his surroundings. Everything was covered in black. The only light was above his head. A small square box with bars. There's water  around him and soaked his sweat pants.
"Sewer. I'm in a sewer." He said immediately after he got a conclusion.
"Right! And why?"
"Torture me. Hot as hell in the day and bloody cold during the night. Ugh, there's water everywhere. A perfect place for you to kill me though."
"Not only you. Your husband also." Moriarty replied.
"John? What had you done to him?!" Sherlock tried to shout but his body won't allow him to do so. His voice came out soft and feeble.
"Oh, nothing much. It's just your doctor here though you're dead. That's all. You done it before, remember? The day you jumped off the roof in front of him. God humans are so breakable, like glass. Of you drop it, fpang! Game over." (IDK is ‘fpang’ is the best way to describe a shattering glass?)
"I'm being forced! I need to jump to save him!"
"Hush now, don't shout, you're trying to drag attention and it's no use. You're gonna die here."

"Since everyone thought you had left this world."

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Sry guys I know this chapter is crappy
And I won't update after three weeks bcos my test is bloody three weeks ugh