Chapter 1: The Dying Soldier

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Outside that building Sherlock made the worst decision in his life.

He and John were out for a case, and their target was just inside the building, but they had to break into it without being found, for the security was quite tight. They were hiding behind some abandoned paper boxes, being very near to each other. Sherlock could feel John's breath on his face.

'I'll go in,' he said,'and you... Stay outside and check if anyone noticed us. Be careful, will you?' John nodded slightly, and they both went into the darkness.

Sherlock spent four minutes to solve the security code and got the files he needed, but when he broke into a room with a window he could not see John outside. He should be there at this time. What happened? Fear slowly rose into his mind. John was not there. John was in danger-

'You are so hard to find, Sherlock.' A voice said behind him.

'Jim Moriarty,' he replied without thinking, and turned to him in a sudden. 'What have your men done to John?'

'John?' Moriarty smiled, showing his shark-like teeth. Sherlock's heart clenched, because that was usually not a good symbol. 'It seems you really got a hold on him, my dear detective,' he said,'you were too careless, Sherlock. They found you on the day before. Your loyal soldier noticed them and tried to cover for you, but unfortunately he was arrested, and five killers could get him killed easily. Of course, he wouldn't say a word about your work, although that meant death to him, so you don't have to worry, Sherlock.'

'It's fine. He means nothing to me.' Sherlock tried to use a cold tone, ignoring the fear inside of him.

'Oh you can't fool us now, Sherlock. We all know very well how much he means to you. That's why we did this. You are not our purpose, he is. And since I could easily kill him... There's no need of you here, Sherlock. Go home now, my dear, your work was done well.' He made a gesture, and the five killers fired at the same time.

'Goodbye, Sherlock,' he said in a pleasant tone, 'You'll never see that little brave, stupid soldier again. Have fun!'

'John!' He rushed to the ground, but it was too late. Blood was running like a river, out of his lifeless John.

'John!' He cried,'Please-Stay with me John!'

He held John's hand tightly in his own, and wrapped an arm around his cold body. Tears stung in his eyes. 'You can't leave me now,' he whispered between sobs,'How can I live without you? Oh john!'

But everything was over. His brave, loyal soldier was dead, for him. And it was his own mistake. Sherlock wondered if he could ever forgive himself.