There was a barely audible 'click' as the door to a dirty little one room flat was opened and a man in a silver suit and expensive shoes slipped in.
The light clicked on and and the man closed his eyes as he closed the door behind himself, leaning his head against the door.
"Go on then, shoot me. That's why you're here. Isn't it?" he said, opening his eyes to look at the other man sitting on his couch.
"You've been expecting me, then?" The other man asked. He had dark curly hair and was wearing black jeans and a dark blue dress shirt under a sweeping black jacket.
"Yes, well, I heard I was going mad." the man in the silver suit barked out a laugh that was so empty of mirth. "I figured it wasn't long until you off'ed me."
"Why is that?" the dark haired man asked, standing from his spot on the couch.
"Oh you know exactly why." the man in the suit spat viciously. "I was never important, I was always just the puppet. I would be the easiest to take down. Everyone always overlooked me, though. That was their grave mistake, wasn't it?" he started to laugh as he continued, "Always, 'oh watch out for little Vinny! He couldn't hurt a fly at his own will, don't mind him! We just keep him around for a lark!' No one ever saw it coming. Yeah? No one ever thought I'd rat them out to the great SHERLOCK HOLMES! GOD FORBID!" his voice rose as his panic and madness started to show themselves. "AND THEN I WENT TOO CRAZY, YEAH? TOO CRAZY FOR YOU. STARTED TO TELL 'EM THEY WERE GONNA DIE BEFORE YOU GOT THERE SO I COULD WATCH 'EM RUN. SO I COULD SEE THE PURE FEAR ON THEIR FACES WHEN THEY FOUND OUT I WAS THE ONE GIVIN' 'EM AWAY TO DEATH. SO I COULD SEE THE EXACT MOMENT THEY REALIZED THEY WERE GONNA DIE AND IT WAS BECAUSE OF ME!"
He took a shaky breath as the man dressed in black stepped closer until they were at arms length from each other.
"They deserved it. They deserved the fear, and the pain, and the horror. They deserved what they got." Tears started streaking down the face of the man in the silver suit as the other man leveled a gun to his forehead.
"Last words." he said softly, as he wrapped his finger around the trigger.
The hysteric man took a deep shuddering breath and then smiled twistedly as he exhaled, "They. Deserved. It." He choked out one last shaking sob as the gun emptied into his head.
The body of the man in the silver suit sank lifelessly to the floor with blood spilling out the wound. The gun was lowered as the dark haired man stepped over the body and exited the room.
The screen of a phone lit up as he sent out a text.
It's done. Mycroft, I'm coming home. -SH
