Sherlock you are going to be okay

𝟼. 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎!

*2 hours later at the house the Moriarty*

Sherlock thought the estate is so big. As he closed the car door, he saw someone already waiting for them.

Who is that ? A butler small and with black hair..

"Hello welcome I'm Fred Porlock. Just call me Fred." He said as he saw the expression on his face.

"Please follow me"

Sherlock nod and looked to John who shrug is shoulder.

Sherlock walked through a big garden.

Fred Guide them through the garden to the back of the house, where Louis was already waiting for them.

"I knew you would come its 2:35 p.m you have 3 hours to get-"

He stoped looking on his watch and held a red silk cloth in his hands. And continued.

"This from me."

Sherlock smirked wanted to ask as he answerd.

"Yes you can use everything and use every trick you have."

"What does the winner get ?" Sherlock asked curious

"Ah yea if you get it in time you can wish for what you want."

"And what if I don't get it .."

"Yes you will do this checkup."

"But " Sherlock wanted to protest.

"Than you better win. The time starts."

Sherlock tried to do a fast attack from the front. But Louis was faster. He dodge to the side .

He is fast but not fast enough louis thought

"Maybe I try" Sherlock murmed to himself and wanted to use his fist. Louis also dodge it.

But this time Sherlock wanted him to do it. And he almost got the red silk . Louis pushed him to the side. "Fuck" the younger cursed.

Now they both looked into each other's eyes.

"Let's see how long you can keep up."

Sherlock was curious. Louis kicked Sherlock with his foot the younger blocked him.

Now Louis was free and he run. Huh ?

Damn is he fast Sherlock thought he also run. He run really fast. Unfortunately not fast enough.

But he was juts 4 meters behind the older.

He made a quick break on the wall on the side of the house and saw louis was gone.

Shit

He looked around and saw a open door into the house. He walked in.

He saw a long corridor. He looked at his watch. 20 min are gone ..

Sherlock was fascinated by the engravings on the wall. "Made with bare hands"

He froze as he heard the familiar voice.

"W- William *cought*" Sherlock stoped, to cough because he smelled that he had smoked.

Liam smirked and inspected the smaller boy.

"Sorry my bad, never smoked ?" he said as he saw him coughing because of it.

He shook his head, to his question.

Right he don't know ..

"I heard you and my Brother have a Duell."

"Yea" Sherlock said.