Sherlock dropped the knife and threw it on the floor. He hasn't got any useful information, despite hours of interrogation. A low weeping was the only sign of life that his victim still gave. He never imagined it would come to this point. He had tortured people other times, but not for so long or in such cold manner.
- I thought the intention was not to do a lot of dirt. - commented John sitting at his side.
- I thought she wasn't being very cooperative, but I think she really knew nothing. – in that moment he turned to face John. - And you can't complain. Who told me where I should cut?
John smiled, and again Sherlock had the feeling that something was wrong with one of them. He still couldn't be as cold as the other, couldn't completely ignore the remaining shards of his consciousness.
- You wanted her to survive long enough to answer your questions, didn't you? All I did was help with some basic knowledge of anatomy.
Blood dripped from the stretcher and slowly dripped on the floor. Sherlock followed closely the drops that fell, it was easier than facing his friend. He couldn't help thinking that John would feel something, he should feel something. Sherlock would have continued with his ramblings if the blood hadn't stopped flowing.
- She stopped bleeding. – he said as he stood up.
He ran to the stretcher and touched her neck gently. He felt no pulse, and the body was already cold. At that moment, he felt a pang of guilt.
- What is the problem? She had no relevant information, and we would have to kill her soon. Put her in the hole and take the magnesium oxide. We've been here for three days, Lestrade may suspect our absence.
Sherlock chose to ignore that comment. He needed to talk to John about his insensitivity, but that wasn't the time. He had evidence that needed to be eliminated. He wouldn't allow the remains of his conscience intrude his revenge. He would find a way around the situation, John was his friend.
He looked at the body covered with cuts. How could he do that? How could he ignore the screams muffled by the gag and nervous crying followed by emphatic denials? He picked up a white sheet and wrapped the body gently, and then picked it up. He laid it gently in the grave and returned to get her teeth that he pulled out and her fingers that he cut off.
- I think maybe I shouldn't get carried away so easily for you... - said Sherlock while opening the bag magnesium oxide. – Don't you think the saw was overkill?
- Sherlock. – he said with his hands touching the other one's gently. – Don't you want revenge? It's what we're doing. This bitch worked with Moriarty and helped in his final act, she doesn't deserve any pity. I would like you to know that I'm grateful for all that you are doing for me, but we can't stop now.
No, he couldn't stop until everyone involved were killed. Not for the first time, he wished Lestrade find out what was happening, so he would be forced to stop. Or maybe it was better if Donovan discovered: she would put a bullet between his eyes and then he could stay with John forever. He pushed those thoughts, John was a good man and Sherlock was a sociopath killer, if there was any justice, the two were not going to the same place after death.
- It's not a matter of wanting revenge, I just want to punish the criminals who deprived the world of such a good men. – he said simply. - If justice is not able to perform an appropriate penalty, we must do this.
He poured magnesium oxide over the body, but he wouldn't see the effects. The deposit was safe, and he could return after to cover the victim with cement. Now, to get back to the city. He was no longer with the car, he dropped it in a parking lot near the international airport. His plan was working perfectly.
- Can we stop to buy milk before we go back? What's in the fridge now is about four months old and I think it became a new form of life.
Sherlock laughed out loud, John knew how to lighten the mood and make him forget what he had done. He was right, he was far from being a hero, and he shouldn't be concerned with the lives of criminals. But with a slight pang, he realized he wanted to be a hero to John.