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

The library is his best friend; Mycroft learned that a long time ago. The few people who visit want to stay to themselves. In his young life he has 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 is his family history. The town archive and their own collection of documents are helpful. In the Holmes latest history they had his baby brother; he can 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 once had the gift of telling someone to die with his voice and his own gift, the blue numbers that represent the lifetime a person has left.

All these gifts have one thing in common, they are related to death. The family history shows the same abilities in his mother's side. The Holmes themselves have no such ability. Apparently his great grandfather was 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 classified as dangerous. The worst are the ones that are born with it, like his brother. They are taken away and most times are never seen again. The majority die in the first years of their life or the scientists find a way to take their gifts away like with his poor cousin that was mute from the day he left the facility.

The facility is 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 to the facility his brother lives in. He went alone at only twelve years old, his father banishing Sherlock from his mind. He has only one son. Sherlock is five and waits behind a glass wall for Mycroft. He is wearing a hoody and gloves. Empty eyes stare at Mycroft; there is no emotion in seeing him, no happiness about him trying to find a way out for him. Nothing. His little brother doesn't want to come closer to the glass wall because he understands what he is capable of doing. He is afraid of himself, of his gift. Sherlock isn't interested in leaving or in Mycroft. He just wants to be left alone.

At the moment Mycroft sees his brother in this ... cage, he decides he won´t rest until he has his brother out of this hell.