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Author's Warning: Please read this before continuing on, because after this point I don't want anyone getting upset and sending reviews telling me that this bothered you, because you have been warned.
This story will contain several triggers! So, if any of the following upset you, make you nervous, or simply do not want to read about, turn back. I would rather have little to no reads than upset any readers.
This story will contain: Mentions of violence towards children, child death (though it will not be graphic.) Mentions of physical abuse, sexual abuse (again I will not be graphic with it because I can't deal with that myself) Mentions of alcohol and drug abuse.
Please, if any of these things bother you don't read. I would never read anything that upset me, and I would never make any one read something that upset you.
I'll also put a tissue warning on it.
You have been warned.
If you don't have a problem with reading any of those subjects, then proceed…
Preface:
There was a dripping in the distance, the faint plopping echoing throughout the warehouse. The place was cold, and as dark as one would imagine hell to be. The only other sound besides the water that could be heard was the faint sound of cars several streets away.
"Where's Mummy?" The words of the child slurred, tears slipping endlessly down a soft cheek. The child squirmed and fought the blanket that had been wrapped tightly around him. Two slim arms stilled the little boy, pulling him in closer.
"Hush now, and drink this." A cup was placed at the boy's lips, and though he tried to resist, the milky substance was poured in his mouth until he could do nothing else but swallow.
The crying lessoned as he was rocked back and forth, the soft 'shhing' noises soon turning into words.
"Hush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry…"
A.N: Ok, short, but as I said I didn't want to get into real detail when it came to this. As you can see this is the theme for this, but I won't have a lot of scenes where we see the murderer like this.
This story will be Eleven chapters plus the preface, so Twelve in all. I have the whole story already plotted out so all I have to do is fill out the chapters and edit them up.
This is of course not going to be Season 3 compliant, but I've already worked too hard on this that it is just going to have to remain that way. Plus we don't get S3 until mid-January here and I don't want to wait.
Also as you could tell I'm American, and though I have tried my best there will be things I get wrong. Please don't yell at me, if it is something glaringly wrong just PM me and let me know, don't shout at me because I don't do that when other writers get something about America or the South wrong. We are all human and we get things wrong, we make mistakes.
I'm going to go ahead and post the first chapter with this one, so I'll have it up in just a moment.
Next Chapter: Sherlock works on an experiment, John packs and gets annoyed, Molly talks with Greg, Sherlock is excited.
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