"You thought I wouldn't notice, Sherlock?" She gritted her teeth as she briefly peered over the ledge, foreseeing her demise. "I control how this fairy tale ends."
With her heart pounding, her hands gripped the railing before launching forward with feet firmly pushing off the ledge. Phone pressed to her ear, her eyes moved forward to apartment 221B, across the street, locking eyes with the world-renowned consulting detective through the open window.
An expression she has never witnessed appeared on his face as the flashing lights of the bomb wrapped around her body alarmed his very soul. Bomb strapped across her chest, she had no way in escaping her own death. "Sherlock."
"Moriarty, let her go."
She acknowledged the detective, repeating word by word of what was being said over her ear piece, she could hear the crazed man's laughter in a distance. "If you were dying… If you were murdered, in the very last seconds, what would you say?"
His voice so passive and insincere struck a nerve. Blood boiling, sweat beaded off her face as she suddenly turned her head, locking eyes with the consulting criminal. Finger on the trigger, he carelessly twirled the pistol in his hand. "Come on now~ We don't have all day~"
Clenching her teeth, she peered down to glance at the bomb strapped onto her as she dangled on the edge of the building. Biting her lip in, she attempted to regain her composure as she repeated the question over the phone. "… What would you say?"
Nudging her backwards, she sucked in her breath, pressing the speaker before stretching her arms outwards as though preparing to hug an old friend.
"Damnit, Moriarty!" Sherlock's panicked voice spoke through the mobile in her hand. "She has nothing to do with this!"
"No, Sherlock." Her voice broke with emotion as her misty dark orbs glinted with tears. "She has everything to do with this."
"You knew you were unable to solve my riddle in time, so you sought her assistance." He tsk as the end of his mouth curved upwards, allowing her time to utter it over the device. "Learn to like them, because…"
Her heart wildly beating and stomach churning, she mustered up the courage to finish off Moriarty's threat. "I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I owe you."
A sudden gust of wind spiraled towards the building causing her to paused and Sherlock's breath to catch at the bottom of his throat. Her voice velvety smooth, low and gentle, she pronounced every word with perfect clarity. "Get rid of the bad apple and you'll be able to determine who in this land is the fairest of all. Just remember, IOU."
"… We're meant for each other, Sherlock."
Silence steeped in as the consulting detective watched in horror as his companion swayed on the edge of the building, eyes piercing through his. Then, an almost inaudible whisper came from the speaker, her voice rendering him speechless. "I'm sorry, Sherlock. I'm sorry…"
Eyes widening in disbelief, Sherlock watched the mobile in her hand descend through the air, before glancing up to catch the last moments of her life. Pushed off the ledge with the heel of his foot, the consulting criminal sickly sneered as her body fell over the building.
"No!"
The next moment, Sherlock bellowing shout tore through. The sound was angry, filled with fear and hatred towards the man who took the life of someone he deemed his equal. Heart beating so loudly, he was sure the mad man from the building over could hear it.
Body paralyzed and mouth ajar; he clinched onto his shirt with his hand, eyes focused on the concrete ground across the street from him. Body lying on the ground in a bloody pool, Sherlock immediately fell on his knees, on the brink of tears.
"No, no, no…" Vision covered with tears, he collapsed onto his knees in defeat before allowing his emotions to wash over him. "Moriarty!"
