Blue Numbers

by J.A.Kishu

Mycroft Holmes likes numbers and he sees them everywhere. Every person has his own set of numbers and he likes them but it needs the birth of his brother to understand what they mean: Death Part 2 of Death is their gift

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The brother behind the glass wall and a family of death gifted people

The library was his best friend; Mycroft learned that a long time ago. The few people who visit want to stay to themselves. In his young life had he lost a great number of people, up first, his mother and baby brother, both of them because of their gifts. One of his many research topics were his family history. The town archive and their own collection of documents were helpful. In the Holmes latest history they had his baby brother; he could kill every living creature by touching it with his skin. Their mother, who could see the circumstances of someone's death by touching, their cousin who had once the gift of telling someone to die with his voice and his own gift, the blue numbers that represent the lifetime a person had left.

All these gifts have one thing in common, they are related to death. The family history showed the same results in his mother's side. The Holmes themselves had no such ability's. Apparently was his great grandfather able to change the date a person was supposed to die.

Mycroft sighs and closes another book about the regulation and treatment of people with gifts classify as dangerous. The worst were the ones that were born with it, like his brother. They were taken away and most times never seen again. The majority died in the first years of their life or the scientist find a way to take their gifts away like with his poor cousin that was mute from the day on he had left the facility.

The facility was the worst place someone could end up. They take everything that makes you you away. When they find a way to destroy the gift you have they do it. Mycroft remembers his first visit at the facility his brother is living in. He went alone with only twelve years, his father banned Sherlock out of his mind. He had only one son. Sherlock was five and waited behind a glass wall for him. He was wearing a hoody and gloves. Empty eyes stare at him; there was no emotion in seeing him, no happiness about him trying to find a way out for him. Nothing. His little brother didn't want to come closer to the glass wall because he understands what he is capable of doing. He was afraid of himself, of his gift. Sherlock wasn't interested in leaving or in Mycroft. He just wanted to left alone.

At the moment he saw his brother in this ... cage, he decided he wouldn't retreat until he has his brother out of this hell.