Midnight didnt come sooner.
Sherlock carried on pacing around the flat while John kept himself busy.
At 11, Sherlock dissapeared into his room and came out again
"John were going now" Shouted Sherlock from down the stairs. John sighed and followed Sherlock who had already hailed a cab.
"Counterplace Asylum, please" Said John noticing Sherlock was in no state of mind to talk
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They arrived at Counterplace with minuites to spare.
Sherlock walked into the building and shouted for Moriarty. John followed behind.
After around 10 minuites Moriarty turned up smiling as if meeting friends at the pub.
"So how are you my friends?" Asked Moriarty
"Were very fine Moriarty" Replied Sherlock
"Where is Emma?" Demanded John
"Yess Miss King" Replied Moriarty
"Seb bring her in" He shouted, Emma was brought in a wheelchair being pushed by Sebastian Moran who had a twisted smirk on his face
"What have you done to her?!" Demanded Sherlock moving foward
"Tut tut Sherlock. Any closer and I'll kill her" he said pulling out a gun from his westwood suit
"Are you going to get your hands dirty Jim?" Asked Emma, her voice quiet but promiment
"Well Ive already said Emma, that you and your family are special circumstances" Moriarty replied looking at her
"Are you okay Emma?" asked John uncertainly
"Umm...Im not sure...my assaulters should know better than myself about my injuries" Emma said, glancing at Moran and Moriarty
"Look Emma dont you want to know about your mother and father" Asked Moriarty
"I never knew them properly. You killed them before I could talk to them properly" She spat
"Owch venom" said Seb, everyone glared at him except Emma and Moriarty who entertained a smile.
"They knew too much about me" said Moriarty calmly "Your father nearly killed me. I couldnt let that happen. So I killed his wife, your mother infront of him. Then I killed your sister, she begged for death so I granted her her wish. Then it was your turn, you tried to swipe me off but I got you, tortured you. Remember that scar across your arm?" He said, his voice sing song.
"Your a sick man Moriarty" spat John, his face contorted with rage.
Sherlock was hidinfmg his emotions but Emma noticed his hands curl into fists and his eyes narrowed. Emma remained emotionless to the world but was dying inside. She retreated into her mind palace where she threw books around and smashed windows. She then locked herself into her fathers study (her mind palace is her former home) and sat reading one of his notes.
Sherlock glanced at Emma who was muttering under her breath. He knew she was in her mind palace, Moriarty saw and lifted her out of the wheelchair causing her to cry out in pain when she put her weight on her right leg. He took her hair and pulled back leaving her neck on show she grunted and tried to kick him which made him stumble. He pulled out a gun and rested it against Emmas temple
"Tell me Emma. Do you still not fear death?"
"What is there to be afraid of?" She replied smiling, a slight smirk
"There is always pressure points on a person which makes them beg for death" he replied
"What is left for you to threaten Jim?"She asked looking at Moriarty "For I do not fear death"
"We'll see about that" he said. "Ill make you beg like your sister and mother" He smirked "Your part of my game now"
"What?" Emma replied "Can you remove the gun, its stopping me from thinking?"
"No"
"Jim. Let Emma go. She isnt part of this." Said Sherlock
"NO!" Shouted Moriarty "SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN PART OF THE GAME! SINCE SHE WAS A CHILD!" His once sing song voice now contorted with rage
"Let her go"
"NO!" Moriarty shouted
Sebastian took Emma out of Moriartys arms and took a knife out.
"Now Sherlock. Lets play a game"
"You still owe me a fall"
"No"
"Oh i think you do"
"No"
There was silence until Emma gasped in pain. Sebastian had dragged the knife across her neck. Deep enough to draw blood
"Every incorrect answer. The knife goes deeper Sherlock. Every hesitation"
"Fine"
---Emmas P.O.V---
I had zoned out from the conversation because the pain was incredible. Sherlock must have hesitated because another stroke of the knife slit my neck open again.
"Well the neck approach doesnt seem to hurt miss king. So where shall we go next" Sang Moriarty. He stroked my arms and I tensed up. He rolled up my sleeve and all I felt was a needle sink into it. I blacked out
---3RD Person---
Emma sank down and Sebastian dropped her onto the floor.
"What have you done?!" Shouted Sherlock
Moriarty just laughed.
"Ill see you around" and he walked out with Moran following.
Sherlock and John both felt something stab them. Sherlock bounded over to Emma and checked her pulse. She was alive. Then John dropped on the floor and Sherlock fell