"Moriarty?" Sherlock repeated the man under him with a questioning look.
"Yes, that's the name---Moriarty!" the other replied, his voice still a bit raspy. "I never told you before, because. . . He said he would kill me! He told me once I've lured you into his trap, I could go home. . . but. . ." here, the man paused, looking frightened.
"But what?" urged Sherlock, even though he figured what he would say. The dirty blonde-haired man opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly, a red dot of light shown on his forehead.
The consulting detective quickly stood up, looking around; John did too, feeling that anxiety rising inside of him. A beeping sound was heard. Sherlock Holmes began to realize what was going to happen even before it began.
"John! Run!" he yelled, running towards his flatmate. John Watson looked confused and only stood there. "But what about-" he couldn't finish his sentence because the thing that Sherlock predicted to happen, happened just then: one moment, the man, still laying on the floor, continued to look horrified with frightened, blue eyes, yelling fearfully, "Please, don't leave me! Please!!", the next there was a loud gun noise and he spoke no more. What followed after was complete chaos: a sudden explosion began to occur, a noise louder than the gunshot. Just as the great ball of fire came toward Sherlock, he had hurried toward John and grabbed him, rushing him quickly along and eventually out of the double doors just in time.
As the consulting detective managed to make it out, shoving Dr.Watson a distance away from the building and crouching down over him, hands over his head, the museum exploded; bits of glass from the windows flew everywhere, and a few bricks even rain down, but fortunately, not harming Sherlock or John. Thankfully, it wasn't as big as an explosion that it blasted the enitre museum into nothing but a fire, but nonetheless it was pretty bad, and the bulding, now caught on fire, was quite a sight.
The flames licked the air and was so hot, that Sherlock and John could almost feel the heat from where they were. The black smoke billowing from the building made the two friends cough. Sirens could be heard as two fire trucks began to come into view. Sherlock stood up with some difficulty, panting, as he stared at the building. "Watson, I think I figured out our first clue." he managed to get out, his voice sounding excited, despite of what just happened.
However, there was no response from his flatmate. Sherlock frowned in confusion. "Watson?" he called, looking down at him. The enitre time, after the sudden chaos that ensued, John Watson had a bad cough before passing out. And now, he was just beginning to try and come back into consciousness, his eyes only slightly opened to see a blury, pale figure staring down at him with what he heard as worry in the figure's voice(he couldn't tell what it was saying)and picking him up. He began to feel himself to go back into unconsciousness just as the faint sound of more sirens reached his ears. Then, after that, all he heard was a small ringing sound, and everything went black.
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The Sociopath: A BBC Sherlock Fanfic
Mystery / Thriller{SUMMARY: EDITED} Follow the exciting life of the consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes as him and his flatmate, John Watson, try to catch James Moriarty, a consulting criminal who is only known to them as the "Invisible Man". However, it isn't long...
