((sorry this chapter is a little short. I promise the next chapter will be long and more interesting. thanks for the follows guys 33 i should have chapter three up by the ened of the week.))
A gunshot went off.
John shut his eyes and quickly covered Sherlock. He was John's main concern. This man was after Sherlock.
"Oh, sorry I was getting bored with how this romantic scene was playing out." He gave me a Cheshire smile. "Decided to spice things up a bit" he said with a unsettling playful tone.
Those words had Moriarty written all over it. Maybe this man was speaking for Moriarty, like the bombings. This man seemed to be enjoying this a little too much though. "Working for Moriarty I assume" I spat out.
"No, no, I am not an employee of his. I volunteered. "
Sherlock tried to get John to calm down. He tightened his grip and tugged him closer. Doing anything in his power to prevent John doing anything to get hurt. But John kept on dismissing his gestures. It was clear to see John had no knowledge of Moriarty coming after John. That Sherlock was leading him to his death. "John….just…" But what was Sherlock going to say? Nothing would get John to stop being a hero.
"You better get out of here. You have a better chance of living" John carefully placed Sherlock's head down and walked over to the gunman with a strong stride. John saw mischievous. Where did all the fear go in his eyes?
Sherlock had never been so scared when John got up and walked over. "Stay" he had managed to get that much out, but it wasn't loud enough for John to hear. Sherlock had been selfish with John. He didn't want him to leave because of the threats. He never thought…this would ever happen. He had to try and get to John before it was too late. Sherlock needed to protect John. The dedective tried to get up. It took every last bit of strength he had. But failed and fell with a thud on the floor. All Sherlock nothing after that.
John turned around quickly to see Sherlock laying on the ground unconscious. Then, all of a sudden he felt a hand wrap around his head to cover his mouth and nose. The man began to attack. John struggled to get free. He kicked, He squirmed but nothing was working. This guy was obviously stronger than John. But he wasn't going to let him win. John needed to beat this guy and get to Sherlock.
Things slowly started to blur and John slowly drifted as the intruder placed him down on the couch. The last thing John heard was the man talking to someone over the telephone. He could barely make out the words but all he heard was "Come and get him" His heart ached. He couldn't save Sherlock. He was going to lose his best friend.