A/N: This one is a 221B, thanks to KCS for creating the genre. BTW, I still haven't created those boys, ACD has. I only own the villains.
Shoot
I knew I was well out of my depth. I had played my cards, and failed abysmally. True, I had obtained a confession, but it would be of little use to me. Come morning, I would surely be found dead on the riverbank like as many other fools who had the bad luck of crossing paths with Eugene Jones before.
With my own gun in his hands, I would at least be spared the agony of being shot more than once. I had but one bullet left.
He could aim in all consideration, of course. To torture me, he would have to place the bullet in my stomach, but I doubted he would take the chance of my surviving after all, even with me securely bound and gagged.
Jones levelled his gun, clearly enjoying himself. He was simply cruel, a raving maniac, little did he care for the identity of his victims. To him, they were but toys, and if he freed himself of a nuisance in progress, all the better.
I could only find consolation in the thought that Watson was unknown to him and not likely to be his next victim.
Exhausted, I had closed my eyes, but they flashed open as not one, but two shots rang out. One went wild, but the other had been point blank.