Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 15~ Cannibalism

-----Willow POV---------

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I came back and grabbed food, a lot of food. I ate everything I could until my stomach hurt. I sat down satisfied with my choice of eating food. Across from me is John, he's reading a newspaper. He's not really reading it though. He's rubbing the newspaper with his fingers. A little dribble of sweat on his forehead. His leg moving constantly.

"What is it John?" He stops at my question. He sets down his paper and looks at the floor.

"It's like living with another Sherlock," He whispers under his breath. I pay no attention to it. "How did you bruise your arm?" He asks quickly. I look at my arms confused for a second then remember.

"I almost killed someone remember."

"Yeah, but how?"

"I shoved his neck up a wall with my forearm."

He doesn't have to say anything. He's surprised, almost scared of what I did.

"I'm pretty scary."

I stare at the floor blank minded. Sherlock walks in oblivious to the situation and throws a file at me.

"The details."

I understand quickly. It's the details for the ball.

"Already?" I ask.

"Yes already, it's Mycroft."

I nod in response. Looking at the date of the ball shocks me. It's in two days. I am definitely not mentally prepared for this. I scan through the case specifics.

Serial killer- bomber~ approx. 17 bombings this year.
Attempt charges for ; Harassment, Assault.

I read enough. I'm not severely interested. I'll ask Sherlock more about it. I do wish to know more about the ball. The architecture of the building, the surroundings of the area, blind spots, things that may help in the solving of this.

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We have about 22 hours left until the ball starts. I plan on getting at least five hours of rest. I walk into my room with lead in my feet. I can feel my eyelids weight on my eye. I trudge my way under the covers of my bed. Even though it's a little after mid day I will still sleep when I wish.

When I open my eyes Sherlock is leaning against the doorframe. He's not looking at me, he's looking at the file in his hands. He starts to walk towards me without looking away from the file. He throws the file at my face. It startles me and I make some unnamed noise.

"Take a look." He says. His tone flat. I slowly lift the file off of my face. I sit up as if there is over 200 pounds resting on my abdomen. My head is heavy enough already. I scan through the document on my lap. My eyes widen. In excitement of course.

Pressed charges~ CANNIBALISM///
ESCAPED PRISON

I look up at Sherlock who is smirking at my expression. I stand up immediately pacing around the room. I skip over to Sherlock.

"Ooohhh this is going to be fun!"my voice sing songs.

"Yes." He responds smiling.

"I mean, a cannibal!" I shout. He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. I stop-"What?" I ask. He keeps shaking his head smiling. "What?! What is it?" I laugh. He looks up, his hair falling into his face.

"Are you seriously that excited about a cannibal?"

"Of course I am!" I laugh and shove my hand roughly on his shoulders, toppling him over. He falls and I fall with him.

My eyes are closed and I tense ready for the fall. I don't feel anything. I don't feel the cold hard wood floor. I open my eyes in confusion. I see Sherlock laying on the floor and holding me up from hitting the floor. Or dropping on top of him.

When I don't move he set me on the floor next to him gently. We don't move for a long time. Sherlock begins to speak.

"I can tell you are excited now." He says. I start to laugh and he smiles. I get up and hold out my hand. He takes it and I try to pull him up. He suddenly jerks my arm and I fall back down on top of him. I begin to laugh at the unexpected fall. Sherlock presses his fingers on my wrist.

He pulls me close to his face. I stop laughing but keep smiling.

"Testing me now are you?" I smile and raise an eyebrow. He sighs and pushes me off of him. He's trying to find my weakness and is failing miserably.

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I lay on my bed alone in the darkness. It's peaceful. The darkness, the silence, just the fact that I am alone and thinking. Tomorrow is the ball. I don't know if I'm ready. There's going to be a cannibal in my presence.

Tomorrow comes quicker than I thought.

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