Let Silence Ring Prologue


The possibility has never actually occurred to him. Things in Life are taken for granted, him being one of Life's biggest abusers. Taking and taking and taking and never giving back. Now, Karma is creeping slowly up his spine, whispering to him the things of yet to come. The future seems much bleaker now, holding no promises or gifts. Just pain and misery. Just his old Life.

Before John came along, he'd been lonely, undeniably so. Then, life seemed to get better. He'd started eating. He'd started doing things. But after this blow, John won't recover. He'll hate Sherlock. He'll loathe him, want to leave, will leave. And Sherlock bloody deserves it. He deserves to be shamed, to be hated. It's his fault for getting cancer.

And he can't even tell John. Not yet. Self-run tests aren't satisfactory, it has to be legal. But the doubt in Sherlock's mind slowly withers in the corner, shoved away and discarded like an empty biscuit box. It's hurts, knowing he will never see John again. Never see his smile. In just a few months, he'll be gone. Blown away like dust in the wind. But the nine months he has left, he plans to make memorable. He wants his memory to be etched into the very brain muscle in John's skull, printed there permanently. There's one thing he knows for sure:

He won't go quietly.


Intro to this new story. I've been on FF before, you and I both know the drill. Review and let me know what you think and if I should continue.