Hello, here is chapter two
Special thanks to Raven of RAO for helping me editing this "May the God of Krypton provide you good feathers"
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-DISCLAIMER: *DEADPAN* I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK HOLMES
SHERLOCK POV
It's been a year since she had publicly escaped, that is... was she ever locked up in the first place? It has been quite clear to me that she never really stayed in her cell for long. She isn't even hiding it when we play the violin she often goes solo on a recent song. I knew no cell could contain her even as the cops were dragging her away...
What was my Brother thinking when they put her back in the same cell? Is it denial? No, though the last case quite proved he wasn't an idiot, he is no fool. He knows she can't be contained, but for a man who knows the true extent of the danger, he seems strangely inactive. He's got the entire British government around his fingertip, surely he could have hired an assassin on his way to his office after his morning coffee. Is it pity? Remorse?
My sister is a problem with no solution. Well, that is...unless someone decides to put a bullet through her skull...
Pity, I understand the trouble of living without emotions in a world driven by them. We know we should feel things like joy or happiness or sorrow, and don't get me wrong, sometimes we do things with some emotion (excitement, angriness, and oh so often despair) but it takes so much for them to come out and even more to fully comprehend them.
Our mind is so crowed, every second, thousands of thoughts, are overleaping each other, making a blur.
Watson thinks the deductions, the smarts, and the thrill of the chase is was drives me to solve crimes. But the truth is that I cannot help the countless thoughts, the deductions. The crimes are what makes them come into focus, if not they'd be everywhere. The mind is crowded and the heart is not.
Feeling a void while in a haze makes often people consider death as the only way to end this mental torment (guess they didn't know about drugs). I know, I saved quite a few suicidals, and I've read seventeen articles on this subject.
The drugs didn't dull or sharpen my mind, they put depth into that shapeless blur. It doesn't take the envy of silence to go away, but we're just too smart to accept the other way. Survival instinct too strong. (shoutout to Doctor Who FANS)
Moriarty... Moriarty, he is a true example of one of the effects of having no emotions: morality. While having no emotion is quite practical in the face of tragedy, it's also really disturbing in the views of morals. We're bored, of course, we would instigate the meaning of life.
People eat, work, sleep till they die and for most, there is not a footprint to be seen. They are so slow, it's infuriating, so many things to discover, to understand and here they are: losing time, learning useless facts... but here's were my mind boggles ' what would be the point if they didn't?'
My sister, Moriarty, Mycroft, and a lot of other clever people like me has a lot of trouble understanding the meaning of life. To comprehend the most complex of things but not this, it's a very blow to our being it renders us mad.
Mycroft to live decided to see the beauty behind the organization and perfectly order of things (he is such an OCD, I swear if he fixes that doorknob ONE more time...)
Moriarty saw the beauty of chaos. Admittedly, he has the same arrogance of my brother. They both hoped to control it as though a man doesn't get washed by the years, forgotten. Ultimately he was crazier, he gave everything to the one reason he lived for and died for the same reason.
My sister was like me, lost, dulled yet acuted... not understanding. I busied my mind with logic, kept the demons at bay with crimes, and I still try to find the beauty the philosophers tried to imply in their reason. Watson... what my sister failed to see is that people like him are no lesser than us just because they can't think the way we do- They are better... without analyzing it they understood it: life, love, and death.
What am I saying? Mycroft said it, she understands people in a way that I could never imagine, but she lived alone with her demons for so long that they became her friends, humanity is now just a taunt to a thing she no longer craves...''SHERLOCK"
"What?''
''Were you even listening to a word I said?''
(the writing between ** are Sherlock's thoughts)
*showtime* ''How could I ignore your incessant chatter...
*sarcasm just the way to unnerved my idiotic flatmate. All this time and he still doesn't notice what I put in his tea! If he keeps this up, he's gonna end up immune to practically every poison*
... You were talking about your friend whom you're worried about. I say let him be, you don't know for sure if he's got anything wrong going on...
*Play dumb! I know he knows that I know that he knows about me knowing, but I don't want to involve him yet in a battle with my sister (he's still afraid about that damn dog for Pete's sake!)*
...It is incredibly rude to assume without proof. Don't let yourself be blindsided by your feelings, it could serve prejudice to your friend. Observe before deducting for feelings are often bias...
*the only advantage to not have any*
...and if not we would undeniably fall into fiction and not facts, though I understand the fancy of imagining things for the simple-minded...
*Why is he not angry? No no no no! I want him angry not concerned, I've just treated him of a mindless idiot! OK time for the killing...*
...might cover-up the endless void where reason should normally reside, I do not condone it for real life, this kind of practice leads people into believing in monsters instead of dogs".
*Victory!... or not. Damn it! Ok maybe I went too far, let's try to salvage this... s*** he's still talking *
(now the monologue'' '' is Watson's. Sherlock's thoughts are still between**)
''...someone they care...
* I know we've talked after the arrest of Culverton and that he recently moved back in but I can't help to be slightly relieved at this admission...*
...barge on human behavior...
*I DO NOT BA..(author point to the beginning of text) uh proceed...*
... you are programmed like a clockwork...
*You're one to talk..*
...something personal and/or psychological is affecting your general engine...
*S*** was I that obvious or did he get better? anyway, I shall try to improve myself in the future*
He was staring at me, I knew but I was too busy considering all of my options. Truth is that I need him and he clearly won't give this up. I don't want to put him in danger but knowing my sister he's probably already is. He needs to know.
*Uuuurg I'm way too tired for this * I thought while letting myself fall flat on the couch.
''My sister is the one committing the crimes'' I mumbled
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