Solve and Survive

by DonnerSchatten

The game is on! But this is not the usual game... it's a jigsaw game! Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson are being held against their will and have to solve the puzzles or lose their lives. Both of them have to make it out alive. If one dies, the survivor loses his life too and the game is over. Can they make it out alive, or will this be their last mystery case together?

6. Chapter 6

We stood in the room where the second game had been played. Both of us had to get our bearings back again as that rifle behind the door was the biggest surprise for both of us. It didn't make sense why this man with cancer would so purposefully put a gun behind a door once we opened it. It seems as if he wanted us to die instead of survive. Thinking back to it now, he didn't really even seem nice when not caring about our lives. Great for him! I myself care about my life and Sherlock's, but there comes a time when I have my bad days. I steady my hands as I had stood back up from the floor. I looked to see if Sherlock was okay and indeed he was. He stood in the same place where I saved him. He was studying the gun closely with amused eyes. I wondered if he was actually himself or on a high from all this excitement.

Sherlock now started to the metal opened door. He placed each step once again carefully because I have a feeling he knew what kind of man we were dealing with. He glanced every part of the gun once he got near it. Getting curious, I place my shaking, bloody hand in my short black coat pocket. Sherlock does not seem to notice my presence and continues to do what he is doing. He looks at the string that was placed around and under the trigger. Then he noticed there was a clock metal contraption that was right behind it. Behind that was emptiness. I didn't bother to take another step. Being cautious, I tilt my head and eyes to Sherlock to not take another step. He didn't look at me, but at least he did not take another step. I let in a huge breath to hold it in. Just feeling the pain from the cuts on my fingertips were starting to get in more pain the more time we spend in this place. Where ever we are...

"John, I may have to tell you something that you are not going to like." Sherlock says still looking at the gun. I didn't want to answer so I waited till he said something else.

"Okay... so actually we were almost killed, but at least we are alive." Sherlock thought out loud and continued, "I am certainly going to think that this gameplayer. Whoever he is... maybe one of the greatest masterminds."

"Oh..." I said quietly.

"In America." Sherlock added just to be a showoff.

"Could you be able to tell by how old he is though?" I wondered.

Sherlock did not say nothing afterwards and went on by studying the gun. He studied, analyzed, and puzzled over that thing for a few minutes. I was about to get out of my mind from patiently waiting around. I needed something to do or I would feel like I could do something so stupid, such as sitting on a trap that could blow us up. That would be the end of John H. Watson. Shaking my head, I crossed my arms along with staring at Sherlock for another two minutes. I was about to yawn when Sherlock woke me up.

"Got it!" Sherlock exclaimed. "There is something that is intriguing me about this rifle. It was clearly bought in 2003 which has been 16 years ago. I can see that it has been used before. Maybe in the same way."

Sherlock giggled with glee as a child would when getting a birthday present. But in this case, it was figuring out something about a rifle that was bought 16 years ago. 16! He stepped away from the door even farther now then took out his microscope to look it over once again. Just after, he pushed the little microscope back in its black square casing and put it in his long coat inside pocket. After this, I wondered if we ever going to get along to escape this dreadful hellhole that the man put us in here to play twisted games. Then Sherlock with his smile gleaming bright along with his eyes, he finally looked at me and remarked, "Well enough is enough on staying in here. Let's move on. I can just smell that we are getting closer to solving this mystery case!"

As with that, I was actually happy when we decided to walk through the door. We carefully placed our steps around the gun and the trigger. In any attempt, this was the way not to die when not having enough space to save anyone's lives. As we went through the dark void once again, the metal door behind us closed shut. Both Sherlock and I jumped. I could just feel the third game was already to come on.