Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 68
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends It gives
a lovely light."~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
Undisclosed Location
Present Day
The room was dressed in darkness and smelled slightly odd. The air was heavy with dust and dirt. It had a metallic type of smell. Boxes and crates lined the edge of the walls on three sides.
Sweat poured from his neck and brows as he worked out equations in his head. The desk was cluttered with a large collection of papers and notebooks. The papers contained what appeared to be barely legible numbers symbols, words, and codes, apparently written in a hurried and shaking hand.
He nervously wiped the sweat from his neck and forehead with the back of his shirtsleeve. It was too hot, did they not realize that these chemicals needed to be in a dry cool place, he wondered.
He nervously walked over to the guard. "I need it to be cooler in here. The chemicals need to be kept cool."
The guard seemed to not be in a hurry to assist. The guard casual looked at him with a slight nod.
Edward Green's frustration momentarily overcame his fear, as he looked into the guard's eyes.
"BOOM!" Edward said dramatically as he swept both arms quickly from the center of his body to the outside in one smooth movement.
The guard's eyes became wide as he enthusiastically nodded and pulled out a radio and spoke in Czech to someone at the other end. "Yes," the guard said simply. Satisfied that his request was being taken seriously, he put on his goggles and walked over to the hooded vent. The lab table under the lab vent had a collection of crystals, powers, and vials of different colored liquids as well as other seemingly random objects.
Edward sunk into the stool.
He took a moment to take a deep breath as the oniony smell filled his lungs. His hands were still shaking lightly. "Better stop shaking Edward or we'll all go boom," Edward joked quietly to himself with dark humor.
Edward stilled himself as he closed his eyes. He thought of his sister in law, of how much he should not love her, but did love her. He thought of his brother with some guilt. Then he thought of what he always thought of, at almost every waking moment of every day.
He thought of Katie, his Katie.
This gave him the determination to pick up the flask and poured it into the beaker.
Edward next took up the crystals and the glass rod then begun.
Author note: As most of you know who follow, I try to update every 24 hours, but the next update will be Wednesday, maybe before then but no promises. I will put up multiple chapters when I do post. I need to work out a few things. Thanks and Lots of Love to all. Zacha