Survival
A/N: I wrote this long ago. Hope you enjoy! (Note to authy: My mom's comp. Won't let me log into Yahoo yet. I'll be back on tomorrow!)
You hate this man
This man who has terrified you
For a long time
His deep-set eyes
His dome-like forehead
His reptilian oscillating head
You hate this man
He hates you too
You've terrified him also
Your masculine nose
Your piercing eyes
Your tall and lean figure
He hates you too
One a master champion of the law
The other
The Napoleon of crime
Both on the same intellectual level
The greatest foes the world has ever seen
Both fighting for the same reason...
Survival
Survival from each other
Both aware of what the other can do
And both can do a lot
You have been chasing him
Since the beginning of your career
A great career
And he has been trying to avoid you
Since the beginning of his career
A horrifying career
But alas all is coming to an end
One or both shall die today
Neither shall ever be the same
You can hear the screams
Down in Reichenbach
And they frighten you
You know who will die
He knows who will die
We know who will die
Both of you will die
Then you find yourself
Standing at his heels
You write a note
A note saying goodbye
Under the courtesy
Of the man you hate
You have said your goodbye
Then your thoughts go to the
Man your saying goodbye to
He was your friend
He has been at your side since the beginning
You miss him more than anyone...
That's when you and the man you hate
Fight
Fight for that one thing... survival
Your last thoughts turn to flash backs
And memories
You remember your violin
And your pipe
Your home
And your life
Then you see your self falling into a world of water
The last thing you see is a flash of light...
"Goodbye, Watson... Goodbye"
Is all you manage to say
Until you're eyes are covered with darkness
You don't want to die
Not yet
You manage to see
For a second
Now your blind
You hear voices
Your best friend
Your brother
Your landlady
Yourself
Then you think of Watson
Good old Watson
If he was here he would help
You wish you could tell him how much he meant
Then you wonder will he remember you?
Will he mourn you?
Will he even care?
Will he miss you?
You miss him
Thinking of him you can see
he did help!
then you feel water
you breath water
you want air
but it only comes in gasps
you shed a tear
that is soon washed away
for once you can't win
you are about to give up
but then a great opportunity comes your way
a branch is carelessly hanging from a cliff
the same cliff of which you fall
you grab on to it
but it slips
then you see your best friend, your comrade
Dr. Watson
he yells for you
" Holmes... Holmes, My god where are you!
Don't you die on me now Holmes!"
Then there was a silence he was reading the note
"Nooooooooooooooooooooo! He sobs pitiably."
You can't stand it
the pain
the reason for this whole situation was survival
but you soon give it up
those nightmares came to you
the nightmares you forgot came back
then you realize this is it
this is how you die
but wait... no you can't die now
too late
the branch lets you go
" I'm right here Watson!" you yell
he doesn't answer
"Good-bye"
You see a sharp rock
the very same one Moriarty hit
" So this is how Sherlock Holmes dies." You think
" So this is it."
But it isn't
not by a long shot
You hit the rock
But you don't die
At least not yet
You're dying slowly and painfully
You cry
Poor Watson
He never did anything
And now he was going to lose his best friend
The pain
It hurts
It burns
It stings
It kills
And then you see your nemesis
Moriarty
He didn't die
He is standing over you now
With a gun
You can't fight back
" This is the end Mr. Holmes," He says
He bends over you
And he removes some hair in your face
He closes your eyes with the palm of his hand
" I win," He sounds so triumphant
" Congratulations.'' You mutter, not sure if he heard you
There's silence
" At least," You think, " I won't die slowly"
And you can't help but think, that, after all this time he won
He got the last laugh
The last breathe
The last thought
" Goodbye Mr. Sherlock Holmes, goodbye, you were the most honorable of all of my associations. Tis a shame you had to lose... and die."
You are so weak you can barely hear who's speaking
But what you can hear, is a gun being shot
You can feel your life go away
And you feel yet, another bullet pierce your heart
Taking your life away
You're almost dead
You say the last words you will ever speak
" There will be no honor in your death Moriarty, I have died in honor to save England, whereas you will die alone,
By yourself. With no dignity, and no honor. Elementary, my dear Moriarty, elementary, I have won!"
He gives you a curious look.
" You're a dying man, Mr. Holmes. Granted I am, right now, superior both in physical means, as well in mental. I have often imagined what this moment would be like, now I know. You are fading Mr. Sherlock Holmes, body, but never in mind, nor soul. Here you are half dead, and you are still making conclusions about things. I shall miss your cocky humor. Goodbye Sherlock Holmes."
You die, right after the final blow was struck.
And I will have to live with the fact that I killed you.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
A/N: Okay, so it kind of started a story, and ended a poem. What did you think? Please R&R!