Prologue:

~ There is ringing in her ears, the tolling of distant bells. It fills her mind, fills the very air around her though only she can hear it, the mournful ringing of funeral bells.~

Silence is dominate in the flat, unchallenged but for the soft snick of ammunition being loaded in to shining clips. She's been called out, not directly, but his death is a catalyst, it has sparked within her an endless hatred and crippling rage. All is still, except the cyclical count of ten.

~ The frosty steel burns her skin. It's a sharp reminder of what has been done, and what she still must do. She can feel nothing else, only burning anger and frozen steel~

The guns are icy against her skin, feeling as cold and cruel as her very soul must be, beneath the fire of her loathing. They are holstered and the shoulder, pressing just below her ribs. Her extra clips are packed where ever she could fit them. She can hear Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson try and talk her out of this insanity, finally breaking the pervading silence. Their cries are unheard , their pleading eyes that are still red with their shed tears do nothing but drive her further on. They were his friends and the need for justice burns brighter, they deserve a proper ending.

~ Fire, Deep and consuming eats her from the inside gnawing at her like a dog chews its bone. A burning hurricane of voices that scream at her to hunt down the mad man who ruined her. If there ever had been a time when she'd had a heart, that heart was long gone, fueling the firestorm in her mind~

Logically she knows that voice can't possibly be there, but she still hear him on the wind, crying out ' Why me? Why did I have to die?" Deep in her ruined mind she asks herself the same question. That she has no answer only feeds her need for vengeance.

~ She leaves everything behind. All she has will go to John if this ends badly. It doesn't mean much to her that she may die, the Hunt is calling and it promises revenge. She leaves behind a promise of her own, This monster will die~

Only one person makes no attempt to stop her, not because he wants her to do this, no it's because he knows he cannot stop her. His ruffled blonde hair , dull blue eyes, and awful jumper show just how much John is hurting. It kills her just a little bit more, he's been more like her brother than her best friend. She gives him a tight hug and a soft peck on the cheek as she whispers to him a solemn swear that it will not be in vain. Her once lover stands behind John, a silent promise that he will watch over his brother's best friend while she hunts her prey. She moves swiftly away praying that she will see them again.

~Her quest is short and simple for all its inherent danger. He wanted to be found. It's nothing more than a game, the most dangerous game to be sure, but still just a game. And against this man she has never lost~

Her quarry is both terrified and confident, desperate and excited. It means nothing to her. He has committed so many crimes, all equally unforgivable. He's hidden himself on the top floor with paltry amounts of guards in between them. He knows that it's come to an end, he is beyond saving, beyond even trying.

~He'd given her a choice, her life or theirs. It was a choice with a terrible price, but a choice none the less. She made her decision quickly, easily. She'd chosen them and it was a choice she'd make a thousand times over.~

She stood before the heavy wooden doors behind wich lie her fate, her one purpose. Her final breaths would be taken in the room beyond. With a shaking breath, deep as her punctured lung would allow, she opened the doors and walked in ruining his every chance for escape.

~ Her enemy stands before her, startled and surprise. She assumes he'd thought she'd take longer. She stands tall, bleeding on his nice persian rug, her lung punctured by her fractured ribs, her right leg nearly broken and stabbed once in the stomach. She begs John to forgive her, she had hoped to see them again. She knows now that she will not~

Her injuries are only faintly painfull thanks to the adrinaline coursing through her blood, but she knows this is to be her final stand, her last night on earth. Determination guides her on, drives her ever forward. She will not rest until this monster of a man lies coldand unmoving on the ground. With the sharp snap of a round chambered she aims her gun and alerts him to her presence.

" I killed several people simply for trying what you have succeeded in doing, even your beloved Sebastion Moran. Every time you tried to kill Sherlock some one died. Tell me why you believed you would live through it, my dear brother."