Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter twenty
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before." ~Mae West
Three days earlier
Several people were involved, but no one knew of the others involvement. Everyone was holding a piece of the puzzle not seeing the complete picture once all the pieces were put together. He preferred it that way.
It was fairly heavy foot traffic a lot of people were walking. He blended into the throng of people. He hated the cheap material of the thin wool coat, and hat he wore.
He looked up at the sky. It may rain. London was notoriously damp. He then glanced at the camera to his right, sideways, moving only his eyes. Most people did not know that the cameras were not as useful if you did not draw attention to yourself.
He craved a cigarette. He really should give it up, dangerous for the health. A smile came to his face. He glance again at another camera, his glances were not apparent thanks to his glasses. He struck a match. Cigarette smoke ascended from the cigarette, before being broken into ribbon by the wind, and finally dissipating in the air.
He looked at the match as it burned until it completely consumed the wooden stick, it burned his fingers slightly. He blew it out without flinching.
He loved a good fire.
The only thing he loved more was the sound of screaming after a loud explosion.
He also loved the smell of tissue burning when he puts out his cigarette on flesh. The screaming was like music to him. His smile widened at the memories.
He got to his destination but did not slow his walking pace. He noticed the sleek, black, car positioned outside the flat.
Even if the CCTV's face recognition software scanned him, he has had a new face for months now. Only three people knew what he looks like outside of his key men.
One was dead, two soon would be.
The woman was a problem, she was very elusive. He would hunt her down once he got the location from the third person; the man sitting in that apartment he just passed. He continued without slowing. Closer now, he held in his smile. He almost wished he could see the detective's face. He had caused him quite a bit of trouble.
He now knew that Holmes had at least some responsibility for his decease boss's kingdom collapsing. Not that he minded Moriarty's death, fear alone kept him from assassinating Moriarty himself. He wanted to take over his kingdom, now there was not much left to take over, thank to the troublesome man.
Moriarty's criminal empire had been torn apart. He would gladly return the favor.
He would not escape him a second time.
This time it's personal he thought as he disappeared into the crowd, blending seamlessly into the sea of humanity.