A/N Hello Ladies and Germs! Its me again with a new story. I like this one and had fun writing it so please no flames. Pwease! Hope you all enjoy and I'm posting chapters in three-day intervals. (Curse my obsession with the number 3). Enjoy the strangeness of this topic and the Johnlock to come!
1.
For the last two months eighteen people were found brutally murdered. Each murder had a reference to World War 2, whether it be a weapon used during that time or direct display, such as the three Japanese men that were found spread out on a Japanese military flag with "Emperor Hirohito" written in blood all around their bodies, or the holocaust. There were no leads, witnesses, or suspects and Sherlock was angry.
They were sitting in the living room, John reading the paper, Sherlock in his mind palace, when the phone beeped.
COME NOW! ANOTHER MURDER WITH WITNESS! -Lesterade
Sherlock instantly emerged from his mind palace when John read the text aloud. John was already by the door, cane in hand, ready to leave. Sherlock winced inwardly at the sight of the cane but threw on his coat and headed out the door. Ever since Sherlock had returned from the dead John has refused to be intimate with him and relied heavily on his cane. It tore Sherlock to shreds every day. Once they hailed a cab and were situated in it Sherlock risked an attempt to hold John's hand like they used to. As soon as their fingers touched John jerked his hand away, as if shocked, and Sherlock's heart broke a bit more.
When they arrived at the crime scene they thought they were prepared for the horrors awaiting them. All the crime scenes made by this killer were horrific. but this one was by far the worst. Two young men, twin brothers, and a young woman were found starved and tortured in an alleyway. One of the brothers was positioned on a giant painted pink triangle and the other on a giant black triangle. The young girl was laid over a star of David made from a yellow and blue triangle. All three were starved and tortured and wearing what looked like striped pajamas.
John fought back his gag reflex and Sherlock glared at the scene, angry that the killer was not yet caught.
"Donovan won't come over." Lesterade stated as he walked over to them, "too upsetting for her."
John nodded "I-I can see why."
Sherlock walked over to the bodies. "They were killed with a Luger, a German gun used in World War Two. But this one is more toward the holocaust than the others. As for the triangles the pink stands for homosexual, the black for an asocial, and the yellow and blue for a Jewish emigrant." He gently stroked the young girl's hair and felt his chest clench. "I'm going to find this bastard!" He turned to Lesterade, "clearly this is a reference to the holocaust. They are wearing the uniforms of the camp victims and they've clearly been treated like the victims. These triangles were some of the more common ones found in the camp. The deductions haven't changed. The murderer is thirty-five and owns three cats two dogs and one snake. He has a mental illness either OCD or Asperger syndrome maybe both. He's obsessed with World War Two and wants to take revenge on the world around him. He has a partner, his boyfriend, whom he abuses constantly because of his hatred of his homosexuality. The boyfriend is thirty to thirty-three years old. Nothing new same information." he glared at the crime scene. "Why hasn't he left anything new behind?!"
A lightbulb went off in John's mind and he turned to Lesterade. "You said we have a witness!"
Sherlock's head shot up and Lesterade sighed. "We do but she won't be of much help."