Chapter One
So here I am, standing on top of the Mary Saint Building, at gunpoint. The Mary Saint Building is mostly known for just one thing. For being extremely tall. So here I am. Sherlock Holmes, my consulting detective best friend, had got a letter in the mail, adressed to him, the return adress anonymous.
Of course, being Sherlock, he couldnt resist to do what the letter had told him to; 'Come to the Mary Saint Building to find out why people have been disappearing.' Sherlock has been extremely frustrated at this case. People have been disappearing without a single trace of evidence. So when this letter arrived, how could he resist? No matter how much I told him that it was a trap, he still went.
And stupidly, so did I.
So here we are.
"So...Sherlock, are you ever, ever EVER gonna listen to your dear friend Dr. Watson?"
Moriarty's smooth Irish accent sends cold shivers down my already shivering body. I cast a sideways look at Sherlock. He is looking ever so slightly guilty, but he clearly has a plan. I hear the gun click.
"Well John, you gotta jump at some point. I havent got till Christmas. Oh wait, I forgot, it is Christmas. Too bad. Your family will miss you. Any words to tell you dear friend John, Sherlock?"
Sherlock clears his throat and speaks.
"I just want to say that John has been a great friend, and he deserved a lot better than being pitched off a building."
I choke. Thanks Sherlock.
"So... I would just like him to know that I think he is as good as...Vatican cameos!"
He shouts this last part.
It takes me two seconds exactly to spring into action. I am remineded of my days in the army as I whirl aroung and karate chop Moriarty on the wrist. He drops the gun and Sherlock catches it.
Sherlock twists Moriary's arms around so they are up behind his back. He pushes Moriarty down and points the gun at his head.
"So...the dissapearences...you havent told us about those yet...you said in your letter." Sherlock says.
"Oh Sherlock..." Moriarty drawls. "Wasnt it obvious?"
"No, it definitely wasnt." I tell Moriarty.
"Well, for a start, you, my friend, over complicated things way overtime." He replies. Looking at Sherlock with his icy eyes.
"They arent dissapearences. People are dull, boring. They believe anything. I didnt send you no letter Sherlock. I was just up here, about to make someone else dissapear."
Moriarty twists out of Sherlock's grip and sprints to the edge of the roof. "Sorry boys, im sooo changeable!" He yells.
And then he falls.