A/N: Okay so here's the long awaited seventh chapter for Human Error. Enjoy!
Chapter Seven
"Explain."
The order was brisk and curt as it escaped Lestrade's lips and Sherlock felt himself bristle in return, the comfortable numbness he had fallen into giving way to cold fury.
Why couldn't they understand that those…those…things had to be killed! Why were they looking at him with such disappointment and anger, like he had been the one to do something wrong? They had done wrong not him! They had tried to break him and had tried to steal his beloved mind from him with their cold hands and punishing thrusts. They had deserved much worse than they had been given!
Emma and Matt placed their hand on his arm to placate him while Lizzie sent the DI a dark glare. Caderyn and Mycroft stood beside the door, watching the proceeding silently and John stood beside Lestrade his eyes full of both disappointment and concern.
"They deserved it." He replied and Lestrade glared at him.
"Says who, Sherlock? You?! You don't get to make calls like that! Those were people, mate! Actually living human beings! You can't just order the end of a life like that!"
Sherlock shot to his feet, returning the glared with one of his own, mania bright in his pale eyes. He thought of everything those creatures had done to him. Of how afraid he'd been during the attack having never been hurt in such a manner. He thought of his mind palace, now dark and cold because of them and inside he felt the barely held together shards of his sanity start to shatter even more.
"They deserved it!" He repeated. "They deserved that and so much more. They deserved to scream in agony and beg for death. To be helpless and humiliated as their minds are shattered and their bodies are broken. They deserved complete and utter devastation and the only reason I was so dreadfully merciful was because of you, John, and the other victims!" He purred, his voice low and sinister and full of rage.
Lestrade shrunk away from him wide eyed and John faltered back a step. Caderyn placed a gentle hand on his youngest son's arm to placate him.
"Maybe now isn't the best time to speak of this matter. We are all tired and stressed from the day's happenings, so how about we go rest and reconvene here in the morning."
"No one is leaving until we know what the hell just happened. Two men were killed tonight by you and your wife on Sherlock's order and that is not something I can just let go." John nodded in agreement to Lestrade's words and Matt moved to stand in from his baby brother protectively.
"So what? You can kill to protect Lockie but we cannot?"
"Protect? They were victims!" John yelled and Mycroft gave a soft snort.
"No they were beasts. Mindless bags of pus and skin ruled by their instincts and their lower anatomy." He replied coolly before turning his gaze on his little brother.
Sherlock smiled at him innocently, but his quicksilver eyes were burning with a fierce madness that threatened to engulf anyone brave enough to meet them.
"There were six. Now there are four."
Lestrade swallowed, a haunting picture coming together in his mind. He'd seen something similar to this before, during his early years on the force. He'd been called out on a disturbance call and had found a young teen, only sixteen years old, beaten, raped, and left for dead in an alley. He'd tried his best to help her, but the girl, a genius much like Sherlock, had snapped. She'd gone and hunted down her assailants, and she'd tortured them, killed them then called the police. When the police arrived she was sitting beside their bodies, humming softly and covered in blood with a mania in her eyes that matched the glint in Sherlock's bright gaze. He shook his head, praying he was wrong.
"No." He whispered and his friend blinked at him.
Mycroft shot him a sharp look, then nodded and the DI's heart broke.
"God, Sherlock. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Lestrade?" John inquired bewildered and Lestrade turned his wet eyes on the former soldier.
"Those bastards…they r-raped Sherlock."
"Those bastards…they r-raped Sherlock."
Moriarty froze as those words left the DI's mouth, rage engulfing him as they registered in his mind.
Suddenly everything made much more sense. Why Sherlock seemed more manic and uncontrollable. The last night sneaking out, everything. He had had one of his minions bug the conference rooms, sure that Sherlock would explain to his pets why everything had happened a it had, and while he had expected something this hadn't been anything near what he had expected. It also explained Sherlock's anger upon hearing his pets defend the two men Lord DeLaRose had killed.
"They deserved that and so much more. They deserved to scream in agony and beg for death. To be helpless and humiliated as their minds are shattered and their bodies are broken. They deserved complete and utter devastation and the only reason I was so dreadfully merciful was because of you, John, and the other victims!"
A primal snarl of fury left the consulting criminal and he sent about finding everything he could about those men that had hurt His Sherlock. He would eviscerate them.
After all, no one was allowed to touch his toys, especially Sherlock. Sherlock was His to break and his alone.
TBC….
A/N: Uh oh! Jim found out! Lol.
Okay so I admit this chapter fought with me a lot because I wanted to capture the rage and mania Sherlock felt and put it into perspective as well as give a brief glance at how Jim feels. The next chapter should be better (Hopefully) so tell me what you guys think.