Sherlock looked at the little screen and then at Moriarty who looked back at him. Why did Moriarty blew this place up instead of him? That didn't make any sense. Does that mean that John is doomed? Or is he already dead? He turned his head back to the screen where the giant ball of fire and blood was, hoping to see some survivors. Sentiment. He's got to stop doing that. This is why he got into this situation at the first place and this is not going to
help him to get out of it.
"Relax" said Moriarty sounding a bit disappointed, "He's not dead. Your deduction skills must be getting rusty" He now looked at him. He started to wonder if he could actually read minds but of course it's impossible. "Rusty?" he's not 'rusty'. "What is there to deduct?" He asked his temper rising but his face remain straight. "If I wanted you or John dead, you would have been killed long ago." Sherlock still was a bit confused. "So?" he asked. "So" Moriarty replayed "I still need you! Isn't that obvious?!" Obvious? no. Nothing about his situation was obvious. Moriarty looked away from Sherlock, disappointed. Sherlock looked back at the screen, and as he did, the flames disappeared and a new building appeared instead.
It was a school. Hundreds of kids were running all over the great yard. It was a primary school then. They were laughing and playing games. "You know what to do." Moriarty said flatly but his maniac eyes wore an expression of pure excitement.
They looked so happy and they were so young. Sentiment? again? If he wasn't so weak at the first time, they wouldn't have to die. They were just children but they were also doomed. Moriarty will kill them anyway so if he wants to save lives he has to take theirs, he had no choice. John will never forgive him for doing that. All he had to do was pushing few buttons and then it'll be over. "Well?" Moriarty started to get impatient again. He started taping on the table with his fingers, his eyes fixed on the screen. Sherlock looked at him and then back at the screen. He succeeded to keep his expression as flat and emotionless as always but his mind was racing. He didn't know what to do.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Moriarty screamed at his face all of a sudden. Their faces were now so close to each other that Sherlock could feel Moriarty's breath on his skin. They were staring at each other for a minute "You are so predictable" Moriarty said and turned around in order to blow the school up. Without thinking it through Sherlock pushed him away and grabbed the key board. His head focused on the goal. A huge ball of fire appeared instead of the school that was standing there a few seconds earlier and Sherlock couldn't move. His eyes opened wide. He didn't know what had gotten into him. He's not a murderer. Well now he is. He looked at the flames.
They were dancing violently, red with blood. "Isn't that glorious?" Moriarty said staring at the screen. "That feeling" he continued "having someone's life in one's hands." Sherlock didn't know what to think. He was more than horrified by his deeds but Moriarty did have a point. This feelings and adrenaline were things he has never felt before and those flames on the screen became more and more fascinating. He explored every colour and every movement. The many shades of red, yellow and orange were all so beautifully mixed. once in a while you could spot some blue or purple. He kept watching it, entranced by its beauty, until the firefighters came and slowly, it died.
As it did, the fascination was gone with it and instead appeared shame. The same, guilt and grief grew bigger and bigger. He felt them cutting through his insides like a knife.
He started to wonder if the excitement was worth it.
He looked at the remains of what was a school just ten minutes ago. He watched as the firefighters started pulling bodies and body parts from under the ash, dirt and broken walls. He kept watching as parents started to arrive, devastated, crying for help and praying to see their children. It's stupid to do that though, he thought to himself. They are dead, they couldn't possibly survive the explosion.
"Are we having fun already?" Moriarty asked, amused by Sherlock's vacant expression. He tried to keep his face straight and cold but the guilt reflected in his eyes. "Oh yeah, I forgot" Moriarty said "Emotions." He looked at Sherlock "Don't worry it'll pass and you're going to have so much fun." He turned around and satisfied, he walked out of the door followed by the two guards who locked the it behind them. Sherlock was sitting in front of the screen, motionless. His mind blank but exploding at the same time. What's next? he thought to himself. Was that all he's going to do until he finds a way to escape? Blowing up stuff using this stupid computer?
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