Sherlock's P.O.V
I try desperately to drag myself over to him but I can't, my arms collapse and I drop to the floor. I have no energy left, tears dripping from my eyes. Moriarty stands on both my bloodied hands which only drain further "Boring. Someone had to do it and you really were boring me so much. But hey it would seem as though your little mind palace has solved its final case. Wouldn't you say Sherlock?" I whimper knowing I only have minutes to live, I try not to think about John as I need to stay strong.
I laugh "So what now then?" I say with what energy I can find. "What!?" He asks seemingly annoyed "Well excuse me for pointing it out and of course for what may seem ahead of myself, but what on earth are you going to do now." He stares at me, a vengeful stare before beginning to pace the room "I'm going to kill you of course." He says trying to ware me out "haha 'cough' when I'm dead?" I question.
"Well I'll just have to find someone else Won't I, of course they'll have big boots to fill. But hey, at least they'll have more energy to them. Look at you." I begin to laugh more so, he stares at me "what!?" He questions looking down at the gun by my side "And just what are you going to do with that, you can barely lift a finger never mind a gun." He sniggers. I laugh more so which irritates him. I shoot the gun in the direction of the stairs knowing there is petrol there. The bullet reflects of the stairs causing a spark along with residue from the bullet, suddenly there is a blaze. Knowing that now Moriarty can't escape I snigger, he then points his gun at me and shoots one last time.
