Hi everyone! This is my first story on FanFiction so please be gentle. I sort of borrowed the type of story from Sushi Chi. This is sort of based on Darkness' Embrace. You should go check it out! I appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. My goal is to give you guys good stories with great grammar. My pet peeve on this site is authors who don't use proper punctuation and capitalization. Anyway… Hope you guys like it! Please review and let me know if this writing thing is worth my time…
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. I love it though.
Sherlock didn't like the look on his face. They locked eyes; Sherlock stared him down for all he was worth. The face was unchanging: same unfeeling eyes, same stupid grin, same boring story. Sherlock's hand was steady; for his first kill, his hand was surprisingly steady. He leveled the gun, aiming for his forehead.
Watson wouldn't approve, and neither would Mrs. Hudson. They'd be angry, but Sherlock didn't care. He was bored; he needed to stay engaged, to stay focused.
He was exhilarated. He longed to feel the kick back from the gun. He anticipated the noise; people would come running. Watson would be furious, but he didn't care.
People said he was crazy; they called him a psychopath. Sometimes, Sherlock thought they were right. Maybe he was becoming a psychopath, no better than the monsters he chased. Maybe he would become one someday but not today. He was a sociopath, and his track record should be enough for the naysayers.
His victim wasn't afraid. Sherlock didn't understand that; he should be. Sherlock pulled the trigger. The bullet hit its mark perfectly. Right between the eyes. He smiled, both Sherlock and the stupid face. Sherlock heard footsteps, rapid and angry. He knew it was Watson, but he didn't care. Sherlock was bored. He needed to be engaged.
He had no regrets. He would do it again in a heartbeat. Maybe he would become a psychopath, but not today. Sherlock Holmes was a sociopath. His first victim stared at him with empty eyes, dead unfeeling eyes. There was so much evidence convicting him of murder, a blind man could get a conviction.
Watson burst into the room, panic written on his face. "Sherlock," Watson yelled, his voice escalating until Sherlock thought John would pop, "what have you done to Mrs. Hudson's wall?"
Sherlock stared at the yellow smiley face painted on the wall as he too started to smile. Sherlock simply stated, "I was bored."
Hope you all liked it! Again, reviews are appreciated and go easy on me! It didn't turn out exactly the way I wanted it too but I gave it a shot!