CHAPTER 11
About an hour later, and we were standing at the top of the tower, looking down at the matchstick sized people bustling about below. "What now?" Watson asked and I sighed, glancing over at the time, "Now. We wait". "Excuse me sir?" Someone asked and turned to find a waiter standing behind me, "yes?". "The gentleman at table 13 wished for me to give you this" he said, handing me a note before disappearing. Smirking, I unfolded it.
*Since your here
I thought I should warn you,
The BloodHearts are near
And trying to kill you
I had to write this quick
So excuse the rhyming
But you got to move now
Or else you'll die here
My next clue was done in haste
So move now, there's no time to waste
A Michelangelo, a Da Vinci, and a Leonardo too
The clues on the bench, waiting for you
Reggie*
"What does it say?" Watson asked as i quickly put it in my pocket, looking around just as four tough looking guys entered the towers restaurant. "We gotta move" I said quietly, calmly walking towards the other exit. "What? Sherlock whats happening?" He asked chasing after me. "I'll explain when we get out" I replied, trying to ignore the voice in he back of head saying IF we get out. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "No. Your telling me NOW. I'm sick of your disappearing acts and mysterious ways. Your telling me right now, or else I'm not moving". "Duck" I said. "What?". "For God sakes John, DUCK" I yelled pulling him down behind a table as three knives hit the wall above us. His face went pure white. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into?" He shouted at me as I grabbed the knives from the wall. "ANSWER ME HOLMES" he yelled as people started screaming and running towards the exits, "NOW". Wow, I'd NEVER seen John this angry. "Im doing the London murder case and got involved with a group of assassins who REALLY want to kill me" i said turning to him and he punched me in the jaw. "Ok I deserved that" I admitted before catching his hand as he tried to hit me again, "but not that". "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" He shouted. "Calm down John" I said, throwing a knife on each word. "I have a WIFE Holmes. I have a FAMILY. What will they do if I die? What will Mary think?" He asked. "I don't know. Ask her" I shot back, looking up and ducking again as a knife was thrown at my head, "now stop yelling at me and make yourself busy". Grabbing the knife I handed it to him, "can you throw these?". "No. Not at al- SHERLOCK WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" He shouted as I turned and started running towards the nearest man, "I hate these guys. So I plan to kill them".
Opening the window, I ordered Magic out, "go on boy. I'll come back for you I promise". He chirped and turned his head to the side confused but hoped out onto the ledge and I closed the window behind him, bending down as a knife smashed against the same window. "Hey morons" I shouted, picking up the knife, "How many Idiots does it take to kill a Holmes?". They turned to me and that's when Watson made his move. He jumped up, going over to one of the remaining two men and slit his throat. And before the other man could react, I threw the knife at him, the blade going through his neck and sticking there. They both fell down dead. "How many idiots DOES it take to kill a Holmes?" Watson asked looking up at me. "None. I'm already dead" i muttered sadly, going over to the window and letting in Magic, surprised to see a note tied to his leg. "Where did this come from?" I asked quietly. "The Master. The Master" Magic chirped and I froze. The Master. "Sherlock?" Watson asked quietly but I didn't reply, instead I slowly opened he note.
*I heard you like riddles
So let me rhyme one for you
You better back off now
Or your friend and his wife will die too
Horrible torture they'll both go through
And their painful death will be because of you
I'll make sure i tell them it was all your fault
And they'll believe me I'm sure and die of hurt
You've been given a warning
The next wont be nice
So drop this case now
If you value your life
Let me put this simply
And hope you understand
2pm tomorrow alone
In central station grand
The Master*
"Sherlock?" Watson asked again and I turned to him, putting the note in my pocket. He looked at me with a mixture of being frightened, and being shocked. He had never seen me even slightly scared before. And right now, I was completely, absolutely, positivity... Terrified.
"What's happened?" He asked slowly. "You got to go" I said flatly, turning back to Magic and patting my shoulder, where he happily hopped on. "What?" John asked. "You have to leave. Now" I said coldly. "But I only just got here. What has happened? Is it y-". "NOW WATSON. I don't want you here. I never did. This is my case and mine alone. Now GO" I said angrily, putting as much venom into the words as possible. The harsh words froze like ice in the room, and I could picture the hurt look on Johns face. But then there was shuffling, a few footsteps, and a door closing. I lasted about 10 seconds before breaking down and collapsing to the ground. My only friend thinks i hate him and betrayed him. But i had to do it. I had to tell him those things. For his safety. For his own good. He would be on a boat back to England and would be reunited with his loving wife. If he stayed here with me, both him and Mary would die. A horrific, pain filled death... All because of me. Id rather have him think I betrayed him and hate me for eternity than die because of me. I would keep Dr John H Watson and his family safe if its the last thing Ill do.