This is the second to last one! The next one will be…can you guess…the last one. Yay! I can't wait. Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter you are about to read. See ya.
Sherlock inched closer to the door where the music was coming from. He lifted up his hand, and tried his best to hold the gun steady, and he pushed at the door. It opened with ease and he stepped inside slowly making sure he was ready for anything he might see.
What met his eyes was something he thought he would never see. Sitting by the door in a spotlight was a white piano, beautiful music was coming out of it and Sherlock would have felt at ease if the circumstances were different. Behind the piano sitting with their hands above the keys was a man dressed in a white tuxedo and a red tie. Only one thing was missing and that was the man's head. Sherlock could see the top of the spine where it could have been connected to the head. He took a step forward to examine the dead man playing when he heard someone call out.
"Who's there?" John asked, and the lights flickered on to reveal the whole room.
Sherlock tore his gaze away from the interesting piece of art. "John," he breathed a sigh of relief. He started walking towards his friend chained to a wheel chair when he saw a red dot dance around his chest. He stopped in his tracks and looked around; he couldn't see anyone aiming at John.
"Sherlock," he could hear the joy in John's voice. He watched the smile on his face grow wide before it dropped and he became serious. "Get out of here Sherlock; this isn't somewhere you want to be."
"Oh Johnny," a voice said from a door to Sherlock's right. "Don't ruin all the fun."
Sherlock's head snapped towards the figure and aimed the gun right between his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked keeping his voice unemotional.
"Sherlock Holmes," the man said stepping closer with his hands in his pockets looking like he didn't have a care in the world, "I am one man that would like to give you an offer."
"That I couldn't refuse?" Sherlock asked raising his eyebrow.
The man laughed. "That's a good one, but no," he said. "I want to make you an offer that would be beneficial to your future."
"Don't listen to this guy Sherlock," John said from where he was tied up in between the two geniuses.
Sherlock glanced at John for a brief second then went back to the other. "I don't want to hear about any offers until you give me your name," he told him. He inwardly cringed when John took an intake of breath. Sherlock knew what John thought he was thinking of doing and he wished that he could tell him that he wasn't going to do that.
"Jim Moriarty," he said with a wide smile. "I've been watching you for a while Sherlock, I think since the age of twelve. I knew you had something in you to become something great."
Sherlock shifted the gun a little in his hands but never letting it waver from his enemy's head. "That's not an offer that just shows that you are a stalker," he stated.
Jim laughed again, louder this time. "I am many things," he told him. "The offer that I will lay on the table for you is this, I want you to join me, and I want you to help me ruin everything there is to ruin. I can entertain you with so many fun things and the law wouldn't be able to touch you."
Sherlock was silent. "Sherlock you better not be thinking about this," John told him.
"John, be quiet," Sherlock said trying his hardest to think. "If I don't take up your offer what will happen? Will you kill me?"
Jim smiled from ear to ear as he watched John struggle a little more but kept his mouth shut like he was told. He looked back at Sherlock and his smile dropped a bit. "No I won't kill you. I will continue to make these offers till you join me," he said with a hint of malice in his voice. "What's your answer? Do you want to stay in this boring life where you can't talk with anyone because they're all stupid, or would you like to come with me?"
Sherlock could hear John's breathing grow heavy as he fumed at the mere idea of him taking his offer. He took another look at John and noticed how white he was and that he was shiver. He was going to end this now. "I can't," he answered simply.
Jim shrugged his shoulders. "Okay," he said softly.
The piano started playing a different song, a song that Sherlock was very familiar with, and Jim clapped his hands. "Oh yes, almost forgot. You have till the end of this song to get out of here or you two will be caught in the explosion. If you do die here then I will be extremely disappointed. Enjoy," Jim sang as he walked back towards his door. Then he stopped just when Sherlock took a step towards John. "And remember this, Sherlock Holmes, I can make you life a living nightmare if you so choose."
Sherlock watched him leave and when he heard the loud click of the door he ran to John. "Are you okay?" he asked as he tried his best to get the cuffs undone.
"Yeah you idiot," John sighed. "I thought you were really thinking about going with him for a second there."
Sherlock chuckled and pulled harder on the chains. "They won't come loose," he told John. He watched the blond for a second and just watched as his breath formed in front of him and floated up in the air. "Do me a favor."
"Alright," John said.
"I'm going to shoot the chains," he told him. John nodded and took a deep breath in. "Lift up your hands so I make sure I don't hit them."
John lifted his hand up and he tried his best to stop shaking it. "Just tell me when-" Sherlock shot the first shot and the chain snapped. "Crap, Sherlock warn me next time."
"Sorry," he mumbled and fired at the three other chains. John was free at last and Sherlock slipped off the blindfold. "Ready to go?" he asked. The song was ending and Sherlock was ready to get out of the building.
John opened his mouth to say something but Sherlock was already dragging him behind him. He kept his mouth shut and tried to keep up.
They were cutting through hallways; Sherlock couldn't find the stairs that he came up. He turned a few more corners. He could still hear the song and it was going to end in a minute."Come on John out this window," Sherlock told the man he was dragging. They were on the second floor but it wasn't too far up. Sherlock started to work on opening it.
John started to panic, he tried to grab for Sherlock's hand but it wasn't around. "Sherlock!" he yelled trying so hard to find him.
"I know John," Sherlock said breathless. "Let's go." He grabbed John's hand again and climbed out the window. They jumped down and Sherlock screamed in pain when they landed.
"Sherlock are you okay?" John asked trying to figure out what was wrong.
"I broke my leg," Sherlock said trying not to look at the protruding bone. "We're still to close."
John reached out and tried to hold back his yelp in pain. He needed to forget about his arm and help Sherlock. He finally found Sherlock and latched his pain free arm across his waste. He lifted the genius up off the ground and tried very hard to move away from the building.
"There they are," someone yelled.
John made it only a few more steps before the building exploded and sent them forward. They were on the ground again and Sherlock yelled out in pain as his leg was bent in a different direction.
"Sherlock," Lestrade yelled and ran over to him. "Get some stretchers over here."
Sherlock rolled his head to look over at John and saw him staring blankly up at the sky. "John, are you okay?" he asked through gritted teeth.
John took in a shaky breath. "Sherlock, I can't see," he finally told him. He just wanted to cry but knew that it would probably hurt so did his best to keep it in.
"Hurry up," they heard Lestrade yell to the paramedics.
Sherlock reached over to John and grabbed his hand. "That's good because you wouldn't want to see my leg," he laughed. John let a laugh out around the lump filling his throat.
The two were loaded onto the stretchers and brought to the ambulance.
Mycroft sighed and stared at his brother who came out of surgery a few hours before. "I told you I didn't want to pick you up in a hospital," he said resting his umbrella against his bed and sat down. "The doctors said that John's sight should return within a few days. There was a chemical in the cloth that was tied around his eye and it took affect the moment he opened his eyes underneath it."
Sherlock hummed and looked at the picture in his hand. "Can you track him down?" he asked not looking up.
"Jim Moriarty?" Mycroft asked. "We will do our best but no one can find any type of background to him. For all people know he just showed up out of thin air."
Sherlock let out a short sarcastic laugh. "I have a feeling it won't be the last time I see him," he said. He reached over and grabbed a marker and took the cap off with his teeth. He turned the photo over in his hands and wrote something on the back. He flipped it back over and smiled. It was the picture of him outside his house at the Christmas party playing his violin. He forgot John had it and when he was rooting through the other's wallet for some long forgotten reason he found it. He slid it back into its place and threw the marker. "That's all I need from you, you may leave now."
Mycroft sighed and leaned forward. "I am not leaving until you are out of the hospital," he informed him. He leaned back in his chair and looked at his watch. "John's parents will be here any minute."
Sherlock looked over at John and smiled. He was asleep at the moment; it was a lot better than being in the freezing cold room. He shut his eyes and sighed contently. He was going to be forced to relax for the last few days of school that they had left and really nothing seemed interesting. He definitely wasn't going to class, it's not like he needed to he already had everything planned out.
He reached over the small distance between their beds and took hold of John's hand that wasn't in a cast. John stirred a bit but didn't wake up. Sherlock laughed and shook his head. He really knew how to pick the good ones didn't he? Granted John was the only person he ever dated, but that was useless information because, really John was that he needed. He dropped his smile when he remembered the plan that he had ready. He didn't want to do it but it would be the best.
"Mummy should be on her way too," he said trying to get his brother to say something. He noticed the look on his brother's face. "You aren't blaming yourself for John's injuries are you?"
"Of course not," Sherlock snapped. He really didn't, how was he supposed to know that Moriarty was stalking him for years and that he was going to strike. Okay he felt only a little guilty for John's injuries. "Now be quiet, I'm trying to sleep."
Mycroft smirked; he knew he wasn't going to sleep. "Whatever you wish brother," he said and leaned back with the day's paper in his grasp. "Whatever you wish."
So yeah that was the big "fight" with Moriarty. I really don't understand anything. That sentence was going to be something else but my fingers didn't like it. Anyway I hope you liked it. And sorry if it wasn't what you were looking for. The next chapter will be up at some point in time. Maybe never mwhahahahah. Well that's all I have to say right now I guess. BYE!