Author: desolate-love PM
Sherlock sometimes has secrets he doesn't want John to know; although sometimes that's all he wants in life. DARK THEMES. rated M for safety.Rated: Fiction M - English - Horror/Friendship - Sherlock H. & John W. - Words: 410 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7925518
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After a long night, I was finally here. Everything was falling into place and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach.
I watched him as the knife slit through his neck, the perfect cut. A stream of of blood flowing down his shirt and occasionally onto mine. Soaking through to the bone. It was the greatest feeling in the world. His life in my hands, being forcefully taken. I was in control.
Slowly I backed up to examine my work properly. It was so beautiful it almost brought tears to my eyes.
I didn't know him. His name, his family and friends, his life, they were all a mystery to me. I didn't dare try to find out information on him. He deserved to die as an unknown man. They all do.
As soon as I hear him take his last breathe I realize that right here, right now, is the moment that I have been waiting for for a very long time. The last domino.
"So John, tell me, what did you learn?" From behind me I heard a loud gasp and a shuffle of feet. Of course he hadn't known that I knew he was there, but I always did. Always.
"I..." He choked on his words.
"Allow me to finish that sentence for you John." I interrupted. I could hear his heart beating, aching to be ripped out and admired. "You're confirming your suspicions about your dear friend Sherlock Holmes. You've been following him for a very long time, but somehow you always end up lost, never quite being able to keep up. Not this time. This time you've seen it. You've seen what you wish wasn't real."I charged at him, pinning him to the wall. My knife pressed hard against his throat, drawing blood.
"Sherlock please..." He was begging now, it was so fantastic.
I stopped his words. My mouth suddenly crushed onto his and I could feel his surprise. For a second I could swear he accepted it, started to go along with it. But not for long.
"John it's going to be alright." I hiss into his ear. My knife slashes straight through his neck. He gargles and starts to fall to the ground. "It's all going to be fine."
His eyes lock onto mine in one last, desperate look of fear, and then they freeze. Doctor john Watson, my unexpected miracle.