Sherlock Holmes - The demon barber of Baker Street

by ko-writes

Sherlock Holmes was a barber in Baker street. He pines after his long-lost love, John, and wishes to get revenge on the man who tore them apart; murder has never been so delicious. Dark!Sherlock, Dark!Molly. Johnlock, (Sort of) Sherlolly, Mystrade, one sided Moricroft, one sided Johniarty. I own nothing. Warnings: Gore and violence, depression. *Happier ending than Sweeney Todd*

8. Silhouettes

Mycroft sat, framed by the window, quietly cutting out silhouettes; aimless Victorian handicrafts, to keep his mind off what was happening – but there were tears in his eyes.

He stole a glance across the room; at the small hole in the wallpaper. Through this hole, he knew, Moriarty was watching him from another chamber. Lascivious. Perverse. The thought made him sick.

Mycroft finally stood and casually glanced out from between the shutters at his window. He saw Greg stood at the park across the street, keeping up his lonely vigil, gazing up at the mansion. He watched him for a moment and then made his decision. He moved to a table and opened a drawer; reaches in and removes a key.

Greg saw a figure at the shutters – then heard a clinking sound; metal on pavement.

He quickly moved across the street and saw a key, dropped from Mycroft's window.

Greg looked up to the shutters and smiled, then snatched up the key and hurried away before Moriarty or Moran could see.

Peering through the shutters, Mycroft watched him go – hoping to be taken away from this nightmare.