Alright, what am I supposed to do here? Sherlock thought to himself.
And where's John?
Sherlock was starting to get bored with this place.
Just then he heard a voice. But the voice was laughing. And Sherlock couldn't for his life figure out where it came from. It was as if it flying around the giant pool, the second floor, and just outside of every door. But the odd thing was that the voice was familiar. It belonged to someone he knew.. but who?
He felt a tap on his back and whirled around and came face to face with..
nothing.
Absolutely nothing. Well except for the small black boll on the ground.
Was that there before? he thought as he picked it up and threw it in the water.
He was becoming more and more flustered and confused.
"Hello?" he called out. As if he was expecting an answer.
"Oh, Sherlock.." he heard a voice say right by his ear. A manly voice. Still familiar, but he he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It sounded like.. John. But at the same time it didn't.
"What the.." he said and turned around to be faced with, once again, nothing.
"Oh for the love of.. I'm here Holmes." the voice said.
But not the same one. This didn't sound like John.
He looked at the far end of the pool, and guess who stood there?
None other than Jim Moriarty.
"Well, well, well.." Moriarty said as he started to walk towards the pool. "What brings you here Sherlock?"
Sherlock didn't answer. He was trying to calculate how long it was going to take before Moriarty was going to fall into the pool.
And he was still puzzled by the way the voices had sounded earlier.
"No answer? Is the mighty Sherlock Holmes quiet?" Moriarty laughed, and just when he got to the edge of the pool, he stopped.
"Still confused? Well, you're not going to figure this one out at the moment. And the voices? Ours." he said with a wicked smirk.
It made no sense.
And then he lifted his foot over the water.
And stepped on it. Didn't fall through it. Just stood on it.
Wait. 'ours'?
As Moriarty continued to walk on the water, his eyes flashed at Sherlock with a devious smile.
They flashed black. Pitch black.
"If you're wondering about the plural, yes, there are two. But can you guess the other?" he said, and Sherlock felt his skin crawl.
Just the way Moriarty had changed his posture, his attitude, his personality. It was horrifying.
"Come on, Holmes." He said with a velvety voice, as he was getting closer.
"No... I don't.. I don't understand." he said. And he meant it. For the first time in a very long time, Sherlock didn't understand.
"Yes, well, I got that. Well then. Meet my friend, Sherlock." Moriarty said as he came to a stop, still on the water with black eyes, but still not getting a single drop on him.
Sherlock became even more confused when a figure stepped out of the shadows of a corner. He couldn't quite see the man, well that he could see, but he seemed familiar.
And it struck him.
John.
But... what?
"John."
"Sherlock." John said as he came up to him, and Sherlock noticed how he was dressed.
A suit. John was wearing a suit. With a white shirt and a black tie.
"What... what is going on?" now he was really confused.
"Really? You haven't understood it yet? This is new." he smiled, and looked at Moriarty who just shrugged like he found it amusing aswell.
"John." Sherlock said and took a step closer to him so they were only inches away.
"What. Is. Going. On." Sherlock was now angry and couldn't stand waiting any longer.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Moriarty said as he bent down to dip his finger in the water, and then raise it up to play with the drop sliding across his hand.
"Why?" Sherlock snapped.
"Have a guess." Moriarty said and looked to John.
And so did Sherlock.
And looked straight into pitch black eyes.
As if it had all the darkness, sorrow and despair in there.
And at the same time, John had the most vicious smile on his lips.
"Yes, Sherlock. Guess."
"What the hell is going on!" he yelled, backing away slightly.
"John. Tell me."
John looked to Moriarty who was just picking up a knife that he had apparently had in his pocket, to slice a piece of apple, and at the same time walking to the side.
He couldn't really stand on the water to prove a point all night, could he?
After a moment Moriarty just nodded to John.
"Alright, Sherlock. Have it your way. You always do. But I'm going to put a twist on it this time. Why tell you, when I can show you?" he said mysteriously, black eyes blazing.
"Wha-" he started, but was cut off by John's fingertips touching his temples.
And then everything went black.
Utterly black.
tbc.