Since the Consulting Detective 'died' he has been on a mission. The spider is now dead but it's web remains with the many threads of destruction that must be eliminated.
Currently stalking one of the few remaining supporters of his enemy? Equal?
NO. None of that matters now, he is dead. Long gone. He. Is. Dead.
Focus Sherlock.
His brain silently ordered. Sherlock snapped back his attention to focus on his prey, only three more men to kill and then the mission would be complete. This man was large, bald, many tattoos hidden under his denim jacket, wore leather gloves, unarmed.
Excellent.
Sherlock had been here before. He recognised the layout a few yards back,
Oh.
Ten years ago, has it really been that long? This is where his old dealer used to linger, waiting for his desperate customers to buy his poison. The sweet, sweet poison that would swim through his veins and make him feel-
NO!
He had lost concentration again and his foot nudged an empty can on the alley floor,
Damn!
Percival (the man whom Sherlock was tailing) turned and spotted the detective, in seconds he was pelting out of sight. Sherlock mentally cursed himself a few times as he took off running after the man. He was fast, faster than he looked but he was an idiot.
Unlike Sherlock, Percival had no knowledge of the back alley routes and was soon trapped between three brick walls. The only way out was blocked by a determined Consulting Detective holding a gun that was pointed between his eyes.
Sherlock would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly enjoying himself, all that mattered now was the destruction of Moriaty's empire. That's all he knew. Everything else has been deleted.
A/N
Hello, just a quick note to say thank you for reading the first (very short chapter) This is my first fic so I would really appreciate some feedback before I continue to chapter 2 (which will be a longer chapter)
Have a good day!