Waterfall of Death
I rushed back to the falls after finding the note from the innkeeper was a lie. The telegram that was waiting for me at the inn only made this trip more of a nightmare. I had felt guilty opening a telegram addressed to Holmes but I thought only that it might bring news of Moriarty. The telegraphy had instead brought my world crashing down. The note from Mycoft informing his bother of Mary murder by the lowest members of the gang trying to hurt Holmes by hurting me had me frozen me in a state shock for an instant.
My sweet Mary the warmth that had bought me fully back to life after the war, laid dead in London. Our Child dead within her never having a chance to live. I had not inform Holmes of my upcoming fatherhood knowing he would be incessant I stay with Mary, but my belief in Holmes was so strong that I had not hasten to leave Mary and follow my best friend on this trip to give justice to a man that had brought terror and death to London and the rest of England.
Now I hope to reach the falls in time to help Holmes end this madman reign of terror I had no thoughts other than seeing Moriarty dead at my feet hopeful by my own hands. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen and my war wounds burn with pain as I pushed myself higher up the mountainside. Needing to find Holmes alive so that my whole world would not end this find Spring day. I stop for a moment to let the burning lesses from my lungs and heard the sound of water crashing down from up ahead.
I made myself go foreword at a slightly slowly pace. If Holmes and Moriarty was already facing each other I did not want to distract Holmes at a bad moment. I step around the curve of the path to see the misty air cause by the falling water I could see no one nearby so I walk foreword. There lying upon a green cover boulder was Holmes alpine walking stick. The sight of it nearly stop my heart but I had to see and observer what had happen here while I was gone. The glint of silver caught my eye among the green. Holmes cigarette case had been place carefully under his stick for me to find. The note within told me of Holmes knowingly meeting Moriarty alone hoping to keep me from the danger of this man. I saw the signs of a fight upon the ground and came to the only conclusion I could. Holmes had stop this Madman but at the cost of his own life. The irony of Holmes wishing me well brought tears to my eyes. My life was done, their was nothing holding me here, my wife and child was dead, the one friend I had that might have help me through that lost was lying dead beneath the water at the foot of this cliff. The only thought I had was I wanted to see them both again, so I jump.