Touch Him = Death

Ch.26

I ran towards the building, with a blanket of the night to hide me.  I ran up next to the building, a gun in each hand. The windows were boarded up so I couldn't see a thing, I walked to the back of the building silently and a flash of light caught my eye. I stopped and looked over to find a hole in the wall. I drew in close to it, I looked in and my eye landed on Sherlock.  He was tied down to a chair, there was a trickle of blood going down his face from his head, but he was awake and otherwise seemed okay. John was next to him, also tied to a chair, but he seemed to be unconscious, but I could still see the rise and fall of his chest. 

"I suppose you know why you are here." A voice said surprisingly close to the wall I was by. 

"Actually not really, but I suppose I am about to find out." Sherlock replied sounding bored. 

"Oh come now you must have something, go on do that little thing you do, tell me everything about myself." The voice replied.

"I don't think I really feel like doing you, your just to boring to even bother with really." Sherlock replied with a smirk. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep myself from giggling, but quickly sobered up when I remembered why I was here. 

"Is that so? Well I suppose we ought to give you some more... entertainment." The voice said and finally walked into my view next to John.  He was surprisingly tall, and very well groomed. He was in a classy looking suit, and his hair was brushed back. He was surprisingly attractive. Some goon of his handed him a bucket, and he threw the contents of it on John. At first I thought it just water, but even I could smell the pungent fumes of gasoline. Sherlock's eyes widened a bit.  John jumped out of his subconscious.

"Oh my-" he paused and looked around. "Oh Christ, Christ Sherlock." He said worry all over his face. 

"Calm down John you will be-" 

"Welcome to our little party!" The man said throwing his arms wide open as some one would do in welcome. " As I was saying.." He said and lit the match.  "Entertainment good enough for you now?" 

Sherlock just glared up at the man. I jumped away from the hole, and ran around to the side of the building. I took a breathe and hopped out of my hiding spot. I fired four time, twice for each man before jumping back be hind the wall. After I heard two bodies hit the ground, and then ran over to the door, trying to picture the inside of the building before I went barging in there. From what I saw there were seven other guys, Sherlock and John where in the middle of the room. I smashed the door in and walked in firing. Some big guy came charging at me and I met him half way before I quickly climbed up his body and twisted his neck. His lifeless body fell to the ground and I quickly rolled off of his shoulders. Before I could get up off the ground Someone thwacked the back of my head, and my vision went blurry. I stumbled up, still dazed before I was hit again, and everything went black. 

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"Come now love, wakey wakey, don't want you missing this." I felt a large cold hand lightly smacking my face. "Ah there now hello." I opened my eyes and found myself staring directly into his light blue/grey eyes. I sucked in a breathe and moved my head back. I was tied down to a chair to Sherlock's right. I turned and looked over at him, and for once his eyes betrayed him, for they were filled with fear. I saw John behind him socking wet but still alive and well, or as well as one could be in a situation like this. 

"Quite a beautiful girl you got here Sherlock." The man said grabbing my chin and making me look at him. I quickly maneuvered my chin out of his hand and bit down hard. I held on tight until I tasted blood. Something punched me in the face, and I was forced to let go. He pulled his hand back and cradled it to his chest glaring at me. "Feisty too, just how I like them." 

"Well its a good thing you don't like girls then isn't it?" Sherlock growled through his teeth. 

"Yes, I suppose you are quite right, but I imagine Aspis here does," he said gesturing toward the man who was wrapping his hand. Aspis Looked up at me and grinned, I just sneered back at him. 

"Anyways like I was saying, do you know who I am?" The man said coming towards us again. 

"Yes." Sherlock mumbled. 

"And who am I?" 

"You're LM, the insane man who has been sending bollix poems to me."

"Oh yes you are quite right! But who am I?" 

"I just told you."

"No I mean who am I?" He said putting an emphasis on the eye. 

"Well judging off your initials, if those even are your real initials, I would have to say your last name is Moriarty yes?" 

The man simply nodded. 

"Then I should say you are probably his brother, or cousin, or just an admirer, who changed his last name." 

"The closest one you had was an admirer. My name is Leonard Moriarty, and James Moriarty was my lover." he replied with a grim smirk. 

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AN: Btw The dude in the Picture is Jake (Leonard) He is in the Carrie Diaries!