Chapter 2: A Cursed Life
John had rang Sherlock to say he would pick up Rosie as soon as he could but the detective heard the exhaustion in his friends voice and looked at the sleeping baby in her crib,
"Just head home, John. I'll take Rosie for the night" Sherlock said,
"You sure, mate?" John asked and Sherlock nodded,
"Yes. You get some rest" he instructed,
"Alright, thanks mate. I'll pick her up in the morning. Night" John said before hanging up and Sherlock placed his phone on table, hearing Rosie start to fuss and he picked her up,
"Come now, Rosie. It is me who is in hot water apparently. Molly overacted. It was an accident after all" he reasoned but saw the young girl pout up at him,
"It was" he defended,
"It isn't wrong to state one's opinion is it?" he asked and Rosie snuggled her head into Sherlock's warm chest and he frowned,
"I guess I was a little out of order" he murmured,
"But you weren't sorry" a voice said causing the detective to turn quickly to find Molly standing there but her skin... Was grey and ageing, where as her once brunette curls were now hauntingly white,
"Molly?" Sherlock asked confused,
"Not quite" the entity spoke before him,
"Why aren't you sorry, Sherlock?" the ghostly form asked,
"This is preposterous. You're not real" Sherlock proclaimed,
"And neither is your heart" the sorrowful entity replied and held her hand out and the detective was horrified when baby Rosie vanished from his arms,
"That lump of coal where a heart should be. Let it grow harder by the feeling of loneliness and solitude I now curse upon you" she said firmly and Sherlock felt a sudden unbearable searing pain within his head, placing both hands upon his hair as if to repel it,
"This isn't real. This isn't real" he repeated,
"You should be thanking me, Sherlock. Once upon a time you craved this solitude i'm 'Gifting' you with" the entity mocked before vanishing and Sherlock looked around to see that his flat had grown larger; It was made of stone, the artifacts and furniture grew ancient; His humble flat was becoming an ancient castle before his very eyes and he stood shakily but caused a floor mirror to knock over and he saw his reflection; Fur had replaced skin, fangs had replaced teeth and sharp threatening horns had grown from his head; He'd been turned into a beast!
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