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*

14. My Mycroft

Mycroft removed some clothes from a drawer, put them into a portmanteau and locked the case.

A voice surprised him, "So it's true."

He turned to see Moriarty stand in the doorway. His breath hitched. "Sir… A gentleman knocks before entering a person's room."

"Indeed he does… But I see no person," He entered, dangerously quiet and terrifically hurt, "I told myself the sailor was lying… I told myself this was a cruel fiction… That my Mycroft would never betray me. Never hurt me so," his eyes were dark as he said this. He moved toward Mycroft, but he stood his ground.

"Sir… I will leave this place," Mycroft said defiantly.

"I think that only appropriate. Since you no longer find my company to your liking, sir, we shall provide you with new lodgings," Moriarty growled. He stood very close to Mycroft; the young man couldn't help but breathe harder.

"Until this moment I have spared the rod… And the ungrateful child has broken my heart. Now you will learn discipline…" Moriarty ran the back of his hand down Mycroft's pale check. The young man flinched back terrified.

The large form of Moran fills the doorway. Mycroft glances to him, disquieted.

"When you have learned to appreciate what you have, perhaps we shall meet again. Until then… Think on your sins," Moriarty advised gravely. The judge nodded to Moran, who surged forward and grabbed Mycroft brutally. He yelled out, fighting like a tiger, but could not break away from the larger, stronger man.

Moran covered his mouth with one of his huge hands and hauled him out.

Greg raced toward the front of mansion when he saw a horse-drawn cab, just pulling away and Mycroft's terrified face looking at him through the window.

"MYCROFT!" Greg yelled after the young man, and saw Moran pull him away from the window as the carriage clattered off. Moriarty stood on the steps of the mansion. Greg stormed to him in a murderous rage, "Where are you taking him?! Tell me or I swear by God–!"

The Judge turned and roared — a hellish howl that echoed – "WOULD YOU KILL ME, BOY?! HERE I STAND!"

Greg's eyes burn into Moriarty — but he was no killer. He turned and raced after the cab. It rounded the corner and is gone.

The Judge watched as the sailor pursued the cab, disappearing around the corner.