An Angel Named John Watson

Chapter 9

Sherlock began to panic. There was a bomb on the train which could explode any moment, and his best friend, John Watson, had been drugged.

"Well, hello there, Sherlock Holmes. We haven't spoken in days." Smirked Moriarty.

"Where's the bomb?" Sherlock asked, angrily.

"Well, it's not like I'm going to set the bomb off whilst I'm on the train. So, if I were you I'd be worrying about John. Oh, and also your young little friend, Eloise."

Sherlock's eyes widened with shock.

"Where is she? What have you done with her?"

"Well, if you follow me, I promise not to blow this train up and I'll cancel the bomb." Said Moriarty, smirkily.

Sherlock thought long and hard. If he followed Moriarty he would probably end up getting killed but then again he would save hundreds of peoples lives.

"Fine," began Sherlock, "but you must promise that you will cancel the bomb and not blow up this train."

"Oh, don't worry about that," said Moriarty, "I'll get Sebastian to get rid of the bomb. But to get rid of the bomb you must follow me."

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Half an hour later, Sherlock arrived at an old, abandoned house. It looked as though it had been abandoned for about 10 years.

He carried John in his arms, still unconscious from being drugged. He placed John on the dusty, damp floor.

"So, where's Eloise?" demanded Sherlock.

"Why are you so desperate to find out where she is?" Moriarty questioned.

"Because, I don't want her to get killed."

"Fine, wait here whilst I go and get her."

Moriarty walked up the old, creaky staircase.

Sherlock shivered. It was cold, dark and dull. There was no lights, only the light from outside.

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John groaned. He was becoming conscious again.

His vision though was still quite blurry.

"John!" Sherlock said, unaware if John could actually hear him.

"Sh-Sherlock." John stammered. His speech was still perfect however, he still stammered due to the dose of drugs that hadn't dosed off yet.

"Where. Are. We." John asked, only able to say things in short sentences each.

"John, we're in an abandoned house, and Moriarty is upstairs. He has Eloise. So we've come to save her."

The stairs started creaking. A dark figure appeared on the wall. Moriarty came back down the stairs, this time dragging Eloise by the hair.

Eloise was screeching, however a very mumbled screech due to the fabric that was tied around her mouth.

When Moriarty brung Eloise into the light, Sherlock could see her a lot clearer.

She was stained with blood, and her hair was tatty and greasy. Moriarty threw her heavily onto the ground making her whine.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked Moriarty.

"Oh, Sherlock. I thought by now, after all these years chasing you, you would know. All I want is to kill you."

Sherlock gulped. Moriarty reached for his gun. Sherlock had terror in his eyes.

"Sherlock." John spoke, "What's he doing?"

Sherlock looked down at John, who was sitting on the filthy floor. A tear streamed down Sherlock's face. Moriarty pulled his gun into the air, and loaded a bullet.

"Goodbye John." Sherlock whispered quietly, but loud enough for John to hear.

John heard it. The goodbye. He was suddenly alarmed by it. John was fully aware now what was going on.

"Sherlock......" John paused, and glanced at Sherlock. He turned his head and looked at Moriarty, who had a massive smirk on his face.

Sherlock closed his eyes, he could feel his world closing in on him. His mind went blank.

BANG!!!