THE WAR INSIDE MY HEAD
Another small chapter. Don't you just love the suspense? I might…just a little. You are all so rad, just so you know. P.S. I love you. – day
P.P.S. I'm currently editing more of this baby so besides the seven chapters remaining that are still pre-written and waiting to be uploaded we also have MORE. Isn't that brilliant? (Did I just turn into Arthur Shappey? Brilliant!)
4.
Moran let out a chuckle. "You're good, Holmes. Good eye too." He paused a brief moment, taking a step away from Molly's side and coming to full height.
"However, you've missed something. Don't you always. I could still kill her and you. I'm still armed in more places than that gun that you've got hidden in your coat. It's not really as good as the Belstaff, sorry." He smiled again. "How about I get your lady out of that relic and we go out to the front room for a little chat? Huh, does that sound fun?"
Sherlock hadn't taken his eyes off the man since he came into the room. He had faltered for a moment but now was trying to play nice. That didn't sit well with him.
"No. You walk out of here and I'll take care of my lady." Sherlock's face scrunched up at that term.
Moran cocked his head to a side and spoke in a terrifying manner, "And what makes you think I will listen to you and leave when things are just beginning to look up?"
Sherlock shot him a dirty look then opened his mouth, "Because you ARE unarmed. Because Moriarty had always trained you to tell a story before executing the murder. And also because I have already texted Mycroft and his team is coming up in another," Sherlock takes a look at his watch and began to count, "oh, 4, 3, 2..."
Moran's face turned as white as a sheet. The sound of footsteps running around the lower floors could be heard as well as shouting more than likely from the other tenants who were woken up from the noise. He tried to run towards the window to jump out of it but Sherlock was there. He pulled him back by the collar of his jacket. Moran reached up to grab him by the throat but Sherlock quickly interceded with a quick twist of the man's arm and a kick to his legs knocking him down a meter or two. He shoved him onto the floor with his knee in his back. Pinning him down in the process.
"You aren't getting away this time. Don't you see that?" Sherlock told him quite viciously.
A couple of men burst through the doors with their guns on Moran's head. Sherlock sneered at them, "Just this lot? Fine, take him. And leave us alone. Don't worry she's not in danger." As they leave, Sherlock spurn around and frantically slipped the fake Semtex off Molly. The jacket melted off her within split second. Sherlock look up to see the palest shade on Molly's face, as well as her eyes tightly shut. He then realized he just transformed into a monster before her.