Sherlock's p.o.v

"For the girls, Molly Hooper." The lady in the bright orange wig called out the name and a timid brown haired girl walked onto the stage timidly. The orange haired woman sauntered over to the other glass bowl.
"And for the gentlemen, Mike Stamford." A shot stalky boy scooted into the aisle. I couldn't stand it.
"I volunteer as tribute!!!!" I flailed my hand in the air wildly.
"DID YOU HEAR ME?! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE! LET ME BE THE STINKING TRIBUTE!!!!!!" The lady with the orange hair waved Mike away and I walked onto the stage.
"What's your name little boy?"the woman asked.
"Sherlock Holmes."
"Well Sherlock Holmes, may the odds be ever in your favor."

John's p.o.v

So much blood. Running from multiple sources in my body.
"John. I'm back." That was Sherlock. The tribute from district four. We formed an alliance early in the game.
"John! What happened?!" He stood over my bleeding body.
"Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran."
"No John please don't go." Suddenly every thing started to fade away.

Sherlock's p.o.v

I buried him under a sycamore tree. Covered in daisies and violets. The deafening sound of the canon played over and over in my head. I touched three fingers to my lips before raising my hand in the air. I whistled. "Dodododo!" I couldn't bear it. I ran down to the stream and found a sharp rock. I made many slices across my wrists. As I was weakening I whispered my final words.
"I'll see you soon John my love." I closed my eyes and waited for death to come.

(A/N I'm sooooooo sorry. You might as well call be Moffat for playing with your feels. I had a bit of writers block with this one. It's a bit depressing.
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