Chapter 7
He had a plan after all
"John?" John's eyes began to open. They were heavy and tired. "John?" The voice repeated. "You're in hospital John." The deep and lonely voice started to reach out for him. "You'll be fine." Footsteps left from John's pillow side and placed themselves at the end of his bed. His eyes were now fully open. He could see the dark shadow of the voice standing in front of him. His collar was up, his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, his hands placed hard in his pockets.
"Hello Sherlock." John couldn't manage many words, but these were needed. "I'm sorry." Sherlock almost jumped onto John, however he remained calm and strolled quickly over to his pillow.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for John, it was Molly." Sherlock kissed John's forehead. He was glad that he had his best friend back. "She's gone now. She's hanging on a rope somewhere. America, I believe." Sherlock gave a quick smirk towards John and spun off the bed like a ballerina. John looked at Sherlock surprised. "What do you remember?"
John cleared his throat, "Well. I walked into the morgue and then everything went black... I stabbed you?" John looked into his hands trying not to look ashamed. He could feel the blood upon them. Sherlock could see right past John's face.
"Carry on. I want to see how much she actually deleted." Sherlock was interested in how much she allowed John to remember. He knew that the information he did remember was valuable. John looked up from his hands. He knew Sherlock didn't care about his actual feelings, but he didn't mind. He always knew this would be how Sherlock would react.
"I was put into the mental Asylum, wasn't I? I had a straight jacket because I had admitted to all of the murders. Erm..." John paused. "I... I was experimented on. I scared people, even the ones that were next door to me. In the asylum I killed people. There was this male nurse." Sherlock turned and faced out of the window of the room. He had heard this story from the other John.
"How did you do it." John sighed. "How did you do it, John?" Sherlock's voice became agitated. "John!" He started to shout.
"Alright... Alright. I stabbed a needle through his eye..." John started to gag. His throat started to pulse. He could feel the blood filling inside. * Blugh* John brought up blood. Although, he had never been like this before, Sherlock remained next to the window. The next few hours passed. A nurse came in once or twice to check on the blood. Meanwhile, John told Sherlock about his memories and how Molly has forced him to tease Sherlock when they were in opposite cells."How did they find her? She changed her name, didn't she?" Sherlock smiled out of the window. Even John was fooled by what he had done.
(Sherlock's Memory of the Asylum)
"Before you take me to my cell; I need to talk to you about something." Sherlock resisted the two men behind him. A hand was raised towards them.
"Do carry on Mr Holmes." The doctor was intrigued by Sherlock's sudden change in character. "If this is interesting then..." Sherlock slammed his hands onto the desk.
"John isn't John. He is being controlled, I don't know how or why, but I know by whom. She's most likely changed her identity so that the police can't find her. I need proof." Sherlock had started to pace around the Doctor's office.
"Who is she?" The Doctor folded his arms, trying to listen to Sherlock's increasing speed of tone.
"I don't know. Did you not just listen? Seriously, some people need to learn to listen." He slammed his hands onto his face. "I need the police here now." He pointed at the secretary looking in through the door. She'd heard shouting and decided to watch the event that what happening in the room next to her. "Go. And. Call. The. Police." He threw his hands to the side. "I also need a microphone so that you can hear everything that he says to me. She knew that I would come here demanding to see John. Record it. Record everything that is said in those two rooms. We'll need it to catch her." He put his arms out. "You two need to drag me to the cell next to him. The best acting you have please." The two men grabbed his arms. "Oh. Microphone." Sherlock pulled away and grabbed the microphone. "Are you ready?" Once again he was grabbed. The men started to drag him down the corridor. Sherlock winked at the Doctor. The game, was on!
(Back in the hospital)
Sherlock smiled and turned back to John. "You're fine John. I had a plan all along. Hallie Morgan and Molly Hooper are dead now, any way." From inside a bag that lay silently at the end of John's bed, Sherlock pulled out a cloak. It was blood red. He chuckled and pulled it around himself. "You never know, maybe it's the best thing for her." He threw the cloak onto John's face. It was pulled off immediately.
"Sherlock. There's actual blood on this...?" John pushed it onto the floor. His eyes were met with Sherlock's.
"Oh yeah. They cut her face off after she was hung." He laughed silently. "It's a shame really. I'll just give the cloak to Mrs Hudson. She will be thrilled." After a few seconds of silence; both John and Sherlock smiled at one another.
"Case closed, eh, Sherlock?" John put his hands together on his lap.
"John. Never say that again." Sherlock's eyes rolled. Had he taught John nothing?
THE END!
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