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"Moriarty" muttered Holmes with his teeth clenched.
"Well done" came the voice once more "another of your remarkable deductions, though it does seem your becoming a bit old for this does it not? Why, I was expecting your capture to be strenuous, you have after all, managed to ingeniously allude me all these years, ruining my every plan, while remaining hidden from me the whole time. Now on the other hand I would have thought that you wished to be captured!" he laughed coldly. Holmes, although reddening slightly with embarrassment stood perfectly strait, his head held high, waiting patently for Moriarty's taunts to end. Finally Moriarty stopped, slightly out of breath, and for a moment, and it was only a moment, he removed the pistol from my head in order to clutch his chest for breath. This was a mistake however for in the elapsed time, Holmes had whipped his gun out of his pocket and was pointing it at Moriarty's forehead, somehow Moriarty had realised his mistake just in time though and had hurriedly replaced his gun to my temple before Holmes had time to put his thumb to the trigger. "Arr no tricks Mr Holmes! I see your thumb so much as flinch and I will drive a bullet strait through his brain, however if you wish to dare it that is fine also, let us see who has the quicker reactions!" I could see him smiling cruelly out of the corner of my eye. All these years Holmes had placed himself against Moriarty, and now with a simple adjustment of his thumb he could finally see the man dead, sweat trickled down the detectives forehead, but after a glance in my direction he started to lower his gun. "No Holmes don't! Just shot the fiend!" I cried out, but he dropped his weapon all the same. "I have no option" said Holmes with a defeated look "just don't shot for the love of god!". There was something in his voice that I had not heard before as he stared at Moriarty with an almost pleading gaze. "I knew you would come around Holmes!" Moriarty said whilst fumbling in his pocket with his free hand.

Suddenly a figure appeared behind Holmes, creeping up to him. The man was tall and well built and was no doubt the person in which Moriarty had intended to meet with."Behind you Holmes!" I cried, but it was to late, the man had seized my companion around the middle with his broad arm whilst placing his hand over Holmes's mouth, and stood grinning slightly as my friend struggled in vain. "Good Felix! I wondered when you would be arriving" said Moriarty now drawing something from his pocket that was a little out of my sight. A look of shock now spread across Holmes face and his eyes widened as if to warn me of something. Before I could establish what it was however, I felt something cold entering my arm, looking down I could just about still see the emerald liquid being pumped into my left bicep before the darkness entreated around my eyes and I sunk into the nothingness.

"Watson! Watson! Wake up!" Someone had their hand on my shoulder and was shaking me gently, it took me a few moments of disorientation to realise that it was Holmes voice, he had undone my collar buttons and had placed his hand under my head for support. I opened my eyes slowly and my friends face came swimming into focus, he was smiling gently at my regain of consciousness. "Holmes? Where are we? What happened?" Then it all came flooding back, I had followed Holmes, then I had been held at gunpoint by Moriarty, then I had seen a needle in my arm and I knew nothing more. I sat up to observe my surroundings, at first glace it would appear that we had been arrested, for we were sitting in a cell with no window, one side of the wall was comprised of thick iron bars. On closer inspection however it was obvious that this place hadn't been used in decades, cobwebs decorated the walls and all that stood outside our cell was a wooden chair. "Watson thank God your awake! I was starting to think that that needle contained... but never mind, you are perfectly ok it would seem" he rose, and holding my arm to keep me from falling helped me into an identical chair that was the only object in the cell. "Where are we? I repeated.
"Well, judging from the fact that our ride here took around 8 minutes, the road was smooth, so we could not have gone south, and our present setting, in can safely conclude that we are more then likely in the abandoned prison just off of Squires Road." he stated in his usual matter-of-fact tone. He gave a sigh and turned from me in order to examine the lock on our cage. "Holmes I...I'm so sorry" I mumbled, my head was hung in shame as Holmes turned to look at me. "Don't be old friend, after all, thanks to you we have been lead strait to Moriarty's headquarters, which will be of better use to me then the conversation if...when we escape" he said to my great relieve. Looking up I could see him smiling at me, knowing him as I did I knew he was only doing this to raise my morale, but at least he didnt hold my blunder against me, and if he did then he wasn't letting on. He sat himself down on the stone floor and shut his eyes, I left him to meditate, although having no idea how he planned to get us out, the lock looked quite sturdy, even for an expert like himself. A cold breeze came in from the door that stood slightly ajar outside our cell. I shivered slightly. I was still worn out from my busy day, and my even busier night, my eyes started to flicker and, giving a sigh I succumbed to sleep.

I woke up feeling considerably warmer then when I had drifted off, opening my eyes that where slightly glued by sleep, I saw that this was due to Holmes coat, that had been draped around me in my slumber. The man himself was standing by the bars listening intently. Peering down at my pocket watch I saw it was 7.00am I had been asleep for six hours. Holmes however appeared not to have slept at all, and noticing that I had woken up, he motioned for me to keep quiet by placing a thin finger to his lips. Removing his coat and standing up quietly I moved to stand beside him, and listening myself, picked up on what he had heard. Faint voices were coming from outside the door, they came closer and closer, and suddenly a group of men burst into the room, they were evidently drunk and hardly noticed us as they danced around the room, bottles in hand. "Moriarty's henchmen no doubt" Holmes muttered in my ear One of the more sober men had spotted us and pointed us out to the others. "Well well well, what do we have here?" said the biggest of the group that was obviously the leader. He opened the door with a key from his pocket and they all stepped in, one or two remained in the door way however, preventing our escape. "Don't I know you?" said the big man to Holmes. "Wait a second! Your that detective bloke... what was it? Sherlock Holmes! That's the one! you got my brother hanged!" I expected Holmes to deny it completely considering the six men standing around him, however a look past over his pale face and he replied: "No doubt your brother was Herbert Finnegan? Yes. It would appear that he wasn't the only one to inherit the bad looks hey?" Everyone one in the room gasped, including myself, what the hell was he doing? But he didn't stop there "Yes your brother was one of the biggest fools iv ever had hanged. I watched him hang you know, the look on his face was laughable!". I waved my hands frantically from behind the man wanting Holmes to stop, but the damage was already done. With a growl the men advanced on the comparatively small figure of my friend, backing him against the wall...

To be continued..

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