If Sentiment Could Kill

by RassyRenee

Doctor John Watson waited three years for the return of his flatmate, consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. After Holmes faked his own death, Watson dedicated his life to proving the famed detective was alive and prospering. In a last attempt to out Sherlock Holmes of hiding, John dangerously drifts into the shadows hoping for one more glimpse of the man who left him to fall.

1. Chapter 1

The bloody knife clattered to the floor echoing loudly through the barren hallway. "I couldn't bear the idea of you being dead. For three years I thought everyday would be my last." The man wipe crimson blood splatter off of his face, only smearing itmore."So
many times I stared down the barrel of my own gun, the pointed end of my knife, the noose end of my rope, or the street below from the top of Saint Bart's hospital. But then I realized how stupid it would be to take my own life. Sostupid because
Iknew you were alive. Out there. Somewhere. You still never came." Another pause while the man kneeled down next to his latest victim. "So I decided to look for another way to lure you back here. What better way than this?" John

/Watson smirked, covered inblood, and gestured toward the familiar body staring back at them. "Welcome back, Sherlock Holmes."

The shock registered on Sherlock's face when he realized what had happened. This was one deduction he could have never seen. He knew the reality of the situation when the first victim file passed from Mycroft's hands to his. The bloodied corpse of Molly
/Hooperblankly stared back at him at the top of the file.

Then the second file came directly in the mail. This time the blank, wide-eyed man named Greg Lestrade stared back at him. First Molly, now Lestrade. Who would be next? John? Sherlock vowed to let this murderer, this fiend, get to John.

The game is on. It must be on.

John moved suddenly flashing Sherlock back to the present. The still body of Mrs. Hudson make him stop in his tracks."John?" Sherlock's whisper cracked. His mind, capable of computing thousands of algorithms and theories

In under one minute, was unable to comprehend such a unique turn of events. It was unseeable.

"I knew you'd come back if you saw your friends being murdered all around you." John kneeled beside his victim, "It's a shame she had to die, Sherlock. I was really hoping I'd find you before I had to kill her."

"How did it get this bad, John?"

"You did this to me, Holmes! You made me this way!"