Hello! This is a short drabble based on a tumblr post and one of my favourite AUs, Psychopath!Sherlock. Read, review if you wish. Really just a short writing warm up, though I'd love to hear your thoughts.
5 years, 6 months since they met.
4 years, 6 months since they fell in love.
3 years, 6 months since he jumped.
2 years, 6 months since he lost his mind.
1 year, 6 months since he turned against himself.
6 months on the prowl.
30 seconds until his world is shattered.
Unfortunately, time lines only show the past.
[October 29, 2012. 9:30 PM, London]
"No- no, please, please-"
"I did warn you of the dangers of speaking again, did I not? Pity, to mar such a pretty face. I'd rather have avoided this, but I suppose since you clearly insist..."
"No, oh God please-"
"There is no God. There is me, and there is you, and there is black of death and red of blood and white of bleach. Shhh, there we go, much better, isn't that? No, no, stop moving, you'll only make it worse, dear. Yes, I know it hurts, that's rather the point, shhhhhh, there we go, just lay down and accept it, won't you? Good girl."
It takes ten minutes total to clean up- 2 to bleach the body and surrounding area, 3 to pour the gasoline, 2 to set the lighter, and 3 to get away from the building before it collapses and the police come.
Of course, I'm long gone by the time the Yard arrives. I wonder if John is with them.
[November 16, 2012. 10:03 PM, Tilbury, England.]
The wonders of chloroform and a well-placed cigarette.
[December 24, 2012. 11:48 PM, Staffordshire, England.]
People are idiots. Yes, of course, let me lead you into this shady alleyway where there's a suspicious car idling so that I can give you a tip on picking up women. He deserved it for being so utterly idiotic. Rather creative one, this one, I think. Terribly messy, but wonderfully entertaining.
[January 2, 2013. 7:53 PM, Eastbourne, England.]
I'll have to do a double again at some point. The screams are like a symphony.
I also need to finish composing, at some point. Perhaps I'll add a new instrument to my repertoire.
[August 17, 2013. 8:32 PM, Bristol, England]
Bristol is boring. Too many criminals to make any sort of impression. I shan't be returning.
[February 13, 2014. 11:02 PM, Avebury, Wiltshire, England]
Worse than Bristol. Family cottages and close-knit communities. Too conspicuous. I'd rather return to the city.
[November 6, 2014. 5:37 PM, London, England.]
I saw John today. He has a fiancée. Must eliminate Mary Morstan as soon as possible.
[December 1, 2014. 6:18 PM, London, England.]
She's gone. He's mine again.