Sherlock's P.O.V
I quickly put the phone down and pace my room, I search my mind as quick as I possibly can. Where could she have taken him? Then it comes to me, I urgently hail a taxi. Once out of the taxi I run into the building which once I get in it seems to be covered everywhere in some form of a liquid, from scent I would say a petrol. I waist no time and head for upstairs "John!!!!!" I shout his name everywhere in hope I would here something, anything. "John!!!!!!!!!" I enter every door I can find so run back down stairs.
I stand there for a second thinking, trying to get into her brain when I notice another door which seems to be sealed tightly shut. In a bid for desperation I break down the door, quickly moving the door out of my way I run down the stairs to find Mary staring me straight in the eyes. "Mary, Why how lovely to meet your aquatints again, we really must do this more often! Only you see. Just behind you a little to the left is John Watson and if you wouldn't mind ever so much... I would quite like him back now, I really do hope you both had a lovely sleep over but hey. He's got to go now, so if you wouldn't mind ever so much."
Mary stands aside allowing me to move through, as I do "miss me?" I hear, I look in the direction "Moriarty?" I say. I then see he holds a gun in his hand, "what do you want?, why are you here? And how on earth do you two even know each other?" He laughs at me as he shoots his gun, I feel a sudden pain in my Ankle. I drop instantly to the floor, my screams so loud though still no one could here them to know we were here. I can't move, I look across the other side of the room to John who can't even look at me, tears masking his face. Moriarty kneels down to me "ok so firstly I want you, secondly, to kill you and last of all we both have murder in mind, most specifically for you so if that's not a match then what is?"
He stands on my foot, my screams become louder before he then shoots me again twice through both of my hands. My senses become a blur I begin to here a loud muffling sound which I believe is coming from John "SHERLOCK!!!!!!", I then here another gun shot but feel nothing.
When I become conscious again it becomes clear to me that this room is not soaked in petrol only water, as I lift my head from the ground where I can taste water in my mouth before I then realise that Mary and Moriarty are no longer here. I look to John where I see a trail of blood from his arm.
I realise we need to escape quick. I try through all the agonising pain I feel to crawl to John to untie him but I can't reach him, I begin to lose more blood and the pain only gets worse. "John!!!, John!!!! Listen to me we need to get out of here. We haven't got long, "Sherlock are you ok?" He questions "I love you Sherlock, I always have since the day I met you. I always remember walking into that lab in St Barts and seeing you, I'm sorry I believed that you could possibly do that to me, I'm sorry." He begs me for forgiveness "I love you too and this is not your fault" I whimper with what energy I have left.
Moriarty walks in tutting, "I wouldn't bother trying to escape if I was you and anyway the party's only just started!" "Where's Mary?" John questions. "Mary???" Moriarty reply's "oh Mary...unfortunately she won't be joining us. I think she must have got a little...how to put it. Caught up, in that knife she carried" he laughs. "Oh well, sweet as she was. She was a little bit annoying, a little too psychotic for my liking. She actually needed help, whereas me. This is just what I enjoy doing to people, she was very caught up about you Sherlock."
Anger builds up inside me as there's nothing I can do, Moriarty kneels down to me "what I want you to do is, well I want you to shoot your little friend John." "You know I can't do that." I reply "oh but you can Sherlock, it's so easy" he leans to my ear "just pull the trigger" he explains as he hands me a gun. "You shoot him or I will!" He threatens pointing his gun toward me. I hold the gun up before I here a gun shot..."JOHN!!!! NOOO!!!" tears fill my ears with anger as blood drains from johns head.