"So, you play violin do you?" Moriarty looked at his Apple fondly as the knife in his other hand pierced it's Crimson skin.
"I do. What of it?"
"Can you play for me?" Moriarty inquired.
"I suppose." Sherlock left the room and returned a few moments later, violin in his hand.
His eyes closed and the bow move over the strings, emitting a melody they both knew well.
"Ah ah ah ah staying alive. Staying alive......"

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