Sorry that this one took so long. Stupid exams. Anyways, I'll try to post a new chapter every week!
My abilities kicked in and I jumped out of the flat. I sprinted after the attacker dodging the darts he flew in my direction. I put a tranquilizer clip in and fired. The attacker slowed and I fired again. The attacker fell. I hurried to his or hers side. I grabbed the person by the collar of their sweater.
"Who are you?!"
The person chuckled. "Why would I tell you?"
"You want to die?"
"I do not fear death. But, you do."
Obviously an American agent. They apparently knew everything.
"I'll give death to you."
"I know you will." He taunted. "So, give it to me."
Could I kill him off? Instead of killing him, I cuffed him to a bench.
"Police will be here soon. You can tell them why."
"Your friend, he will die. We will not rest until he is killed."
I smacked him. "I won't rest until your scum is wiped out and he is safe."
"You'll be waiting a long time."
I knocked him out and sped back to 221B. I wanted Sherlock and John safe. But, to what lengths would I go to? Would I kill for their safety? I had killed before to keep England safe but, this time it was for only two people. Would they be worth it? I would have to live with the guilt. I ran through the dark and jumped back through the window.
"Who was that?" John asked.
"American agent. They are targeting you now Sherlock. You have to leave. You're not safe."
"Who says I'm leaving?" Stubbornness must run in the family.
"Fine. Die on your own accord."
I walked down the stairs and out the door. I slipped through the back alley where I could keep an eye on them. I could pretty much see Mycroft's disappointed face. I had a mission to complete. Stubbornness never stopped me before and it wouldn't stop me now. I had to get him out of their but, how? I needed to wait until John was asleep to sneak him out. I saw Sherlock's silhouette leaving to a different room and I slipped in unseen.