Sherlock Imagines

Part Of The Game (Part 1)-Sherlock

"Hello, boys!" He shouted throwing his arms out to the sides. "So glad you could join us!" He added.

Both Sherlock and John pulled out their guns and aimed them at the consulting criminal. Jim cocked his head to the side,

"Don't think you want to be doing that." He said.

"And why's that?" Sherlock asked

Moriarty reached back into the shadows and pulled you out by your hair. You let out a small shriek as he pulled. You knelt on your knees holding Jim's arm and your hair at the same time. He pointed his gun straight at your head pressing it slightly on your skull.

"Because I have your precious little y/n." He said.

Sherlock's eyes grew worried when he saw you and the cuts and bruises you had all over you.

"Oh my goodness, Sherlock." John whispered to his flat mate.

They didn't put their guns down but kept their hold. Moriarty pulled tighter on your hair causing a sob to escape your lips.

"Why are you doing this?" Sherlock asked.

"It's all part of the game Sherlock!" He shouted.

"This is not a game!" Sherlock raised his voice. "And if it were, she's not involved in it." He said.

"That's too late, Sherlock. You brought her into it, now there's only one way to get her out of it." Jim explained.

Sherlock thought for a moment before he realized, "No.". He breathed.

"Oh yes, Sherlock. Once you're in, death is the only way out." He said and locked the gun.

Your breathing became short and your heart raced. You felt almost as though you might throw up. Tears dripped down, one by one, splattering onto the ground.

"I thought you didn't like to get your hands dirty." John said.

"You're right. I don't like being responsible for killing someone." Jim said and released his grip on you. "But that doesn't mean she's out of the game." He said.

He took a short time to aim at your right shoulder before pulling the trigger. A stabbing pain erupted in you as you fell on your side.

"No!" A voice screamed.

You saw a blurry figure leave the room and two other figures came over to you. Sherlock rested your head on his lap as blood leaked out of your shoulder.

"Call the police John!" Sherlock shouted.

John was already on the phone when Sherlock said that and hung up.

"Just did. They're bringing an ambulance as well." He explained and ran to your side. "I need something to clog the bleeding." He said.

Sherlock ripped off his scarf and handed it to John. John wrapped the scarf tightly around your shoulder causing you to cry out in pain. Sherlock looked around, then saw a note attached to the door Moriarty left through. He gently set your head down and picked it up. It read,

"You will lose it all.
-Moriarty."

Sherlock didn't know what to make of it so he just returned to you.

"What did he mean when he saw that you brought y/n into this "game"" John asked.

"I don't know but..." he trailed off as if realizing something, "You will lose it all." He whispered.

"What did you say?" John asked.

"We need to get of here." He said.

"What?" John asked.

"Now!" Sherlock ordered.

"Why?" John asked standing up.

Sherlock began to run down the hallway but John didn't.

"Sherlock!" He shouted.

His flat mate turned around with a confused look on his face.

"She can't run in this condition." John said pointing down to you.

Sherlock sighed and ran back over. "Then we'll have to help her." Sherlock said beginning to help you up.

John followed his lead and they each wrapped one of your arms around their neck. They brought you down hallways and through doors. Soon you reached the outside door. There was a loud rumble and the building shook. It caused you all the stumble before you made it outside. You all got out the door and twenty yards away before there was a loud explosion and a shock wave sent you all flying apart from each other.
You were sent to your left and landed on the hood of a car and then ended up rolling off and slamming down onto the concrete ground. You let out a cry of pain as Sherlock's blue scarf was now tinted red making an almost purple color. Dust swirled around you as debris continued to land in various places around you. You tried to brace yourself up but had already lost too much blood. There was a constant ringing in your ears that gave you a massive headache. Tears once again flowed down your face.
You then heard sirens approaching and your heart filled with hope. Then you saw Jim Moriarty walking past you with a smirk.

"See you later, sweetheart." He said and the vanished out of your sight.

You laid your head back and closed your eyes hoping to drown out everything around you. Until you heard the sweet baritone voice of Sherlock Holmes.

"Y/n!" He shouted.

He wasn't close by and he sounded worried.

"Sher-l-lock." You sputtered.

"Y/n!" You heard again.

"Sherlock!" You shouted as loud as you could.

Then he appeared in front of you slightly relief filling his face.

"Oh my goodness! I've found her, John!" Sherlock yelled.

He then looked down at you and ran his fingers along your face.

"It's going to be alright. You're going to alright." He said.

You smiled as best you could before falling unconscious from the pain.