"Ha ha ha ha ha" I heard Holland cackle. I heard the sound of a switch and the opening of a trap door. Holland must have planned this escape route thoroughly.

"Watson, are you OK?" I heard Sherlock say.

"I think so" I replied. It did hurt having an entire revolver being thrown in your face. I picked it up. Owning a revolver myself I could tell that this was merely a fake, probably used for threatening purposes.

"Come on Watson, we need to stop Holland from executing his plot" Holmes said. We both went down the trap door and it led to another room which contained two carriages. It was then when I realised how Vincent Von Galore had intended on destroying Hallovoy. On one of the carriages there was a giant boulder similar to the ones above the cliffs in Hallovoy. It seems so simple now. Holland plans on taking a different boulder from a different location, drive up to the real boulders and release it from the carriage. Police chief Preston Shaw wouldn't be able to do anything.

I saw Holland enter that particular carriage, positioning himself carefully in order to steer the 2 horses which were attached to the carriage. "So long Mr Holmes." Holland said cheerfully, waving his hand before driving off with the boulder.

"Watson, take the other carriage." I heard Sherlock say.

Before it we were on the road. Holland had already got a head start and doubtlessly must know a better route to the cliffs of Hallovoy than we did. However our carriage was also drawn by 2 horses and was a much more faster and lighter vehicle compared to Holland's large heavy carriage with a doubtlessly heavy boulder. If we actually knew a better route we would have reached Holland by now.

"WATSON OVER THERE!" I heard Sherlock shout. Without any doubt I recognised Holland's carriage. Unfortunately I also recognised the cliffs on our right hand side. We were nearly at Hallovoy. I was driving our carriage and we caught up with Holland and actually managed to get level with him. That proved to be a huge mistake.

As soon as we caught up with Holland, he slammed his carriage right into ours. Once he did that he slammed into it again and again and again. Either we would be thrown right off the cliffs or the carriage would be damaged beyond repair, and subsequently we would lose Holland.

SLAM! As another one of Holland's attacks bashed right into our carriage. I was thrown off my feet, the hoses running in a straight line.

"Watson your revolver" I heard Holmes say, not ask as he took my revolver from my pocket and fired twice.

Holmes had shot the wheels of Holland's carriage; it was spinning around frantically until it crashed into one of the boulders. That indicated to me that we must have been at Hallovoy, Preston was certainly right when he said those boulders were dormant as it didn't move at all.

"What in the devil happened?" I heard a voice shout. It was Preston, accompanied with two police officers. I investigated Holland. At the very least he must have been in serious pain. I had a look at his body, it wasn't a pretty sight. Holland's head was covered in blood. I felt his chest. There was no heartbeat. Holland had died as a result of the crash.

"Holmes" I said quietly.

"What is it Watson?" Holmes asked.

"Holland is dead."

Holmes nodded his head. "It is nothing more than he deserved."

"But Holmes he is only a child."

"So; you were less sympathetic about other villains who were killed as a result of our actions."

"But he's a child Holmes; he still had his whole life ahead of him."

"And he abused that potential future he had quite considerably. To some degree his plot was even more evil than other adult villains we faced."

"I don't know what you 2 are talking about." Preston said. "But you 2 will have to come over to the station for some questioning; come along now." He looked pleased with himself, finally having something to do. Holmes immediately went over to him. I stayed with Holland's corpse a bit longer before reluctantly going over to him as well.

THE END