An Angel Named John Watson

Chapter 10

The gun had went off. Moriarty began to laugh.

"Noo!!!" screamed, John.

Sherlock was confused. Was he dreaming. He opened his eyes. He was still alive. Moriarty didn't shoot him. So who did he shoot? Sherlock thought.

He turned around and saw John crouching over a body. It was Eloise. Moriarty had shot Eloise.

Sherlock ran over to where she was lying, cold and stiff. Moriarty had shot her, in the left side of her head. Even though she was dead, she had tears down her face. Her head was pouring with blood.

Sherlock looked up at Moriarty, disgusted in what he had just done. "Why did you shoot her?" Sherlock raged.

"She was annoying." said Moriarty, as if nothing had just happened. "And besides, she was nothing special. You've also gotta admit she was pretty annoying aswell." Moriarty chuckled.

John stood up and slapped Moriarty across the face, ferociously.

"Woah, woah!" Moriarty placed his hand on the cheek that had just been slapped. It was burning.

"You have one fiesty little blogger there, Sherlock Holmes."

John grinded his teeth. "You shot an innocent woman!"

Moriarty gave John a death glare, then laughed. "Well, John, your beautiful, treasured psychopath, Sherlock over there has murdered a few innocent people in his time."

John turned to Sherlock guiltily. Sherlock stared at John and saw the hurt expression across his face.

"And it would of course be a shame if Mrs Hudson got hurt."

Sherlock and John, both alarmed, turned to Moriarty.

"YOU DARE!" Bellowed Sherlock. "YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON HER, AND I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!"

"Oh," Moriarty began "I never knew you cared so much about mumsy Hudson. Ahaha. Oh Sherlock, you do make me laugh sometimes."

Sherlock felt a tear run down his face slowly. He knew what was coming next. Moriarty was going to attempt to kill Mrs Hudson. Sherlock knew his world was crashing down and he felt he had no chance of winning this time.

"Sherlock," John looked at Sherlock hurt and scared "What are we going to do?"

Sherlock stared at John. He didn't know and he was scared himself. "I-I'm sorry John. I don't kno-" Sherlock felt his mouth go dry and his throat beginning to close up.

John raged "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW, SHERLOCK! YOU ARE SHERLOCK HOLMES WHO ALWAYS SEEMS TO HAVE PLANS BUT WHEN IT COMES TO THIS, OH YES WHEN IT COMES TO THIS YOU JUST WATCH EVERYONE DIE!"

Moriarty began to laugh, "It seems as though he is not a trustworthy companion after all, John."

John glanced back at Moriarty, he could feel all the anger build up inside of him.

John clenched his fists so hard his hands began to sweat. He lifted his right fist up and .......

SMACK!!!