Prompt: Running out of time
By: cjnwriter
I look down over the falls as Holmes and I wrestled. It was a long way down, and I knew that only one of us would survive it, against odds no man can comprehend.
With a snarl, the two of us flew off the Swiss landscape, and I find myself plunging down below.
I see him-his aquiline nose, and his grey eyes, glaring at me as I continue my plunge into my foamy cist.
But before I do, I remember that I had left Moran instructions for what to do should I not come back.
I hope he succeeds in his mission, for I am running out of time, and I know that as it does, I will ensure that Holmes' soul bears the same ruin my pride had.
I feel a loud crack, and a jolt, then my arms fell away, one cutting against the rocks.
I am dead.
….
Holmes could see Moriarty's body on the rocks below. He felt out of breath, and relieved that he was gone.
But as much as he longed to find his dearest and closest friend, he knew he had to move on, and start tracking down Moriarty's men.
He knew his Boswell would lose hope if he didn't return-but if Holmes turned back now, Watson would be finished.
Steeling himself for a farewell that he could never say, he ran away from Reichenbach.
He was running out of time.