Welcome to the black parade
Summary: Sherlock decides to pay Scotland Yard a visit.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Not mine. Based on 'Welcome to the black parade' by My Chemical Romance.
When I was a young boy,
My father took me to the city to see a marching band.
He said 'son when you grow up,
Would you be the saviour of the broken
the beaten and the damned?'
To say that Sally Donavan was surprised to see the Freak walking into the Scotland Yard was to say that travelling to Alpha Centauri would take a while. She blinked in shock and turned to see where the DI was, he had told them all where he was going and they had each tried in turn to stop him. Since the doctor died, the Freak had become… weirder. Like there were bits of him missing, well more bits of him. Anderson scowled at him as he passed, but didn't say anything. Sherlock moved into the middle of the room, spinning around as though he was looking for something.
"Lestrade isn't here." Sally called. "He went to talk to you." The detective glanced at her then continued his searching.
"I know." He hummed in reply. The Sergeant frowned.
"Then where is he?" She asked in a demanding tone, expecting an answer.
"Still at my flat, with my brother. Well, on top of my brother the last time I checked." He answered, barely holding back the smirk as the woman blanched. It wasn't a lie, after the life had left his body, Lestrades' corpse had fallen onto that of Mycrofts. Sherlock hadn't bothered moving either of them.
After a couple of minutes, Sherlock took a breath.
"Hello everyone, I would just like to inform you that you will not be leaving this building today." He stated with a voice raised just enough to be heard by everyone in the room. "I would also like to say that I know more than you think, I know that all of you believed the stories. You all believed that I was false, and many of you tried to convince John. My John. You all spurred his depression and though his death was due to natural causes, you still made his life miserable." The detective paused a moment to take in the confused expressions. "As everyone is accounted for, I think we will get started."
He said 'Will you defeat them,
Your demons and all the non-believers,
The plans that they have made.
One officer went to the door, only to find that it wouldn't budge. Sherlock laughed.
"I said you wouldn't be leaving." He hummed. "If you manage to get through that door, you will find the next one to also be locked. In fact, every single door in this building is now locked." The confused expressions were quickly becoming fearful. Sherlock placed a hand over the air vent in the wall. "Isn't it funny that a building with so many windows still insists on having a ventilation system? Good for me though, it makes this so much easier." He pulled a mask from inside his coat, though how he hid it was a mystery. The detective fitted the mask around his head, tightening the straps round the back of his head. By now, the officers were beginning to realise what was happening and it was far too late for any of them to do something about it. Anderson pulled out his phone only to find he had no signal.
"Jamming device.' Sherlock chimed, his baritone voice muffled by the mask. Sally stormed over to him.
"Stop this right now. You've had your joke." She ordered. Sherlock laughed in glee.
"Joke? The joke is that I ever thought I was meant to be on the good side. It only gives you pain. I like this better." He looked at his wristwatch. "You have about thirty seconds before you begin feeling the effects of the drug vapours." One woman gasped.
"You mean it's already in here?" She squeaked. The detective rolled his eyes and didn't answer. He wouldn't answer stupid questions anymore.
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back,
Let's shout it loud and clear.
Do you fight it to the end?
Sherlock could tell the moment his captive victims became desperate; they moved from trying to get out to attacking him. It was rather entertaining to watch, though none put up much of a challenge. The detective silently wondered if they would have offered more of a fight if he had told them what was going to happen at the beginning. Sally fought the most, throwing everything she had at him but Sherlock's agility and core strength were more than enough to send her falling to the floor several times, the last time snapping her ankle in the process to stop her standing up again. Her screams shattered through the uneasy silence in the room and sent the rest into full panic. Above all the noise, the eerie sound of Sherlock's laugh could be heard, ringing like a death chime, signalling the end for all.
Won't explain or say I'm sorry,
I'm unashamed, I could have shown my scar.
Give a cheer for all the broken,
Listen here, because it's only.
One by one, the police officers dropped to the floor. They weren't dead yet if the gasping breaths were anything to go by. Some had tried to cover their faces but it did little good, the vapours still got through. When he was surrounded by lifeless corpses on the floor, Sherlock smiled. Sally coughed in the corner, the pain etched across her face with each wheezing breath.
"How did-y –stop vent-lati-n to-rst –f building?" She rasped. The detective grinned darkly.
"I didn't." He purred. The woman's eyes widened in shock then the light faded and she slumped back against the wall.
The detective pulled the keys from his pocket and danced over the corpses to the door. Throughout the building, bodies littered the hallways. His rational mind resurfaced for a fraction of a second, looked at all the carnage its transport had caused, then retreated back into its cupboard vowing to never leave the safety again.
Do or die, you'll never make me.
Because the world will never take my heart.
Though you try, you'll never break me.
We want it all, we wanna play this part.
We will carry on.
