The Mind Reader - A Sherlock Fanfic

The Game is Up

I stared at Amy with wide, worrying eyes. She scanned the situation in front of her; her mind bustling with options of her next move. I knew what she was going to do. She was going to find some way to talk Moriarty into letting us go. Tell him that this is their fight, and we're not a part of this. It's a little too late for that, if you ask me.

"Amy, darling. Didn't I tell you a hundred times that getting involved in these two would be the most tedious thing? You see why?"

"I'm not the one that sent them on a wild goose chase for no other reason than to torment," she grumbled

"Have you met me? This is like a regular Tuesday at this point. All these games and cheats and scams. It's what I live for!"

"You break so many rules, you forget who's even on your side,"

"You were once. There's no denying that,"

"The game is up now, Moriarty. It's just you versus me. We both knew it would come to this, and frankly, I just want this to be over. So please, let's finish this like we planned. Just us,"

Amy looked so desperate, it was almost like she was about to cry. Why? A smile spread across Moriarty's face. He looked at her, then at me. "You've spent too much time with Sherlock," he chuckled.

He quickly lifted his knife away from John and reached it over his head. With one swift movement he launched the knife. I didn't have any time to react. The next thing I could feel is a stabbing pain in my side and Amy's shocked eyes staring at me. I looked over and saw Moriarty struggled against a furious John. Moriarty had the upper hand, and with one big push he sent John over the grated floor of the dilapidated catwalk. He managed to grab onto the metal platform and hung over the edge, barley being able to lift one of his elbows on the floor.

I felt my knees give out and hit the floor. My breathing fluttered and my vision blurred. For a moment, I saw Amy frozen where she stood. She never saw this coming. She couldn't choose between saving John, helping me, or chasing Moriarty. She glared at Moriarty, then began sprinting to John. My sight growing weaker and weaker, I saw her scramble to help John up. Moriarty's feet strolled over to me. I felt a firm hand grab my shoulder. I tensed up, making my whole body hurt even more. "You always choose the best ones, don't you? Don't you know you're leading them all to their death?" He whispered.

My head was spinning. He was right. My god he was right. I'm toxic.

"'Till next time, my friend," Moriarty patted my back, each time making me wince and ache.

Then, he strolled away. John was finally able to get his footing back on the catwalk. Once she knew that he was stable, Amy crawled over to me. I finally looked down at the knife sticking in my side. Looking at it made the pain find a focal point, my heart began skipping beats. I could feel my strength leaving my arms, and I began falling backwards. Instead of landing on a cold, metal floor; Amy caught by shoulders and the back of my head. She let my back rest on her bended knees and held my head up with one hand, hold my hand with the other. As I stared up her, it felt like it was the first time I ever saw her and my pain seemed to disappear. Oddly, it felt like I could stay her forever. Suddenly, the floor shifted a little. The metal began squeaking and bending. All the commotion must have weakened the already dilapidated strength of the platform. Amy looked at me with a frantic tone in her gaze. "Okay, Sherlock. We need to get out of here, okay? Just help me get us right over there to that staircase and we'll be okay. Can you that for me?" She pleaded.

I couldn't think. I just nodded my head and braces myself for the pain to come. I herd Amy call to John, then I suddenly saw him standing above me grabbing my arm. It felt like the knife was stabbing me hundreds of times as they lifted me to my feet and wrapped my arms around their shoulders. I could tell that the catwalk was beginning to shake more, as both John and Amy kept losing their balance and tilting me from side to side. The screeches from the breaking metal filled the air as my feet dragged across the platform. The journey to the staircase was growing steeper and the catwalk leaned towards the ground. Amy and John practically had to jump through the old doorframe and onto the cement stairs. I could hear the catwalk crack and break off its supports and crash to the warehouse floor as I was carried down the stairs. The warehouse was filled with even more dust from the new destruction.

Consciousness faded away from me, I could only see bits and pieces of what was happening around me. John and Amy dragged me through the rocky maze of the warehouse. Lestraude and a few other officers crowded around us. The sun beat down on my face as we approached the police cars and vans. I was placed in the backseat of a van, my head resting on Amy's lap. The car bumped and leaned from side to side as we sped through the streets of London, sirens blasting through my brain. Faces looking down at me on a hospital bed, the light blinding me. The sound of my steady heartbeat beeping in my ear. Amy holding my hand the whole time, whispering to me. "You're gonna be okay," I remember her saying. "I'm not going anywhere,"