When sherlock finally open his eyes, after hours of unconsciousness, his head still spinning. The room he was in was dark, he didn't see what the room looks like.
" Hey ? " he tried for see if someone was here with him, in the darkness.
No answer. He tried to move, impossible, he was firmly attached to a chair that did not even move. Sherlock took a deep breath, he needed to stay calm. He know who did that : Moriarty. It was evident, but now he needed to know why his ennemy did that. After tried for a few minutes to gets free, he sighed and stopped. It was useless. When the detective heard a door get close, he tried to see who entered in the same room as him.
" Who's there ?" he asked even it was a stupid question.
Only a laugh answered him.
" Moriarty. " whispered Sherlock, it was easy to know.
" Sherlock Holmes. " said Jim as turning the lights on. " You're finally awake. "
Holmes closed his eyes for secondes because of the lights.
" Why did you do that ? " he asked after.
" Why ? For fun ? 'Cause I want ? Technicaly you're dead so we don't care of why and how " Moriarty always had this little smile, those bright eyes of mischief. " You know Sherlock, now you're dead I can do all things I want, the famous detective can't stop the criminals attack. I can make you pain if I want, I can kill you, London's mine now.. and you too."