Two Lives Wasted- Sherlock Short Story

Arguing with the Devil

(Okay. I can PROMISE that when the new Sherlock season is released there will be like a sudden new wave of chapters like BOOM READ ALL OF DIS NOW SUCKAS.)

(Unedited. Everything's unedited.)

"Your Uncle was a detective, correct?" Sherlock asked, beckoning for Lindsay to move closer to the table. She furrowed her eyebrows at him, slightly confused.

"Ye-yeah...?" She questioned her own answer, making Sherlock twitch slightly in impatience.

"Uncle Brody, was it?" He inquired, and she nodded slowly. Sherlock paused for just a second, as if he was thinking of what he should do next.

"You took those questions as a game. Why did you act that way?" Lindsay stared at him for a second, not quite understanding what he meant. John quietly sat down in his own chair, slightly gesturing for her to answer him quickly.

"Um? Well, I suppose it was because I don't normally get to answer questions in class?" She seemed to be questioning her own answer, making Sherlock roll his eyes slightly.

"And is that all you have to say?" He demanded, making Lindsay flinch. She was beginning to realize she may have caused a little bit of trouble for herself.

"Y-yes! I have thirty-two kids in my class! And I'm stuck with all the smart kids! They never let anyone else answer unless the teacher calls on someone else!" She stuttered, trying to explain herself.

Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows again, leaning back in his chair. John watched Sherlock closely, trying to map out his brain. However, it would take him a million years to figure out what was happening in that mind palace of his.

After a bit of time passing with Sherlock just observing the girl, he sighed and spoke up.

"I don't mean to be harsh. However, I need you to answer as quickly as possible. Don't hesitate with the first answer you think of," He apologized, explaining his harshness. Lindsay nodded slightly, scooting a little closer to the table.

"Now, do you know about all the students who were killed?" Sherlock asked, and Lindsay nodded again.

"Yes, they were all the popular kids. Most of the boys were the brawny jocks of our school," She answered honestly. This time it was time for John to furrow his eyebrows.

"Most?" Sherlock questioned, and Lindsay nodded again.

"One of them was the 'King Geek.' Everybody knew his name whether they liked him or not," She explained, before adding on, "He was kind of a jerk. He made my brother cry more than I do." 

"Wait, so all of them were well known around your school? Were they connected in any ways?" John asked, and Lindsay took a second to think.

"Well, obviously the sport-bros stuck together. But the geek wasn't really tied to any of them. He hung out with the girl though," She mentioned thoughtfully. John nodded slowly, wrapping his head around the idea that was forming in his head.

"Why don't you say their names?" Sherlock cut in, making Lindsay twitch slightly. She gave him a look, before shrugging her shoulders slightly.

"Why don't you say their names?" He asked again, this time a little more sternly. She grunted, crossing her arms. It took her a few stubborn shrugs to finally admit why.

"Because all of them were jerks and bullies. Whoever killed them may have taken a big one, but I think they deserved what they got," She muttered harshly. "So I won't say their names."

John seemed slightly taken aback by her statement, but he nodded with Sherlock anyways. But, before John could pull away from the point Sherlock was trying to reach, Sherlock cut in once again.

"Can you describe their personalities to me? And tell me some of the people they could have affected?" He asked, trying to be patient with Lindsay's answers. She nodded silently again, shuffling around in her chair and uncrossing her arms.

"Well, they were idiots for one. Kacy says arguing with them is like arguing with the devil himself. No reason or logic, they come up with the stupidest excuses," She began, but before she could continue, Sherlock held up his hand to stop her.

"Before you continue, how close are you and Kacy?"

"Oh, we hang out a lot. At least, when we can. I'd say we're pretty good friends. I just wish she'd answer her texts more. She's terrible with that," She grinned slightly at the thought of Kacy always forgetting to answer her texts. "And she's always busy, I guess. But I still think we're good friends."

Sherlock nodded quickly, before commanding her to continue with her earlier explanation.

"Ah, well, not only are they mean, and stupid, but they don't know when to stop. They always have a hoard of idiots to defend them, its like they're their own military branch of stupidity. And they always get spoiled by the teachers, I swear. Its so stupid!" She growled, huffing angrily. They gave her a few seconds to continue, but when she never did, Sherlock dismissed her.

By now, he had discovered that she wasn't the murderer. However, she did offer him some great knowledge on the murders. No matter how much he wanted to question his biggest suspect, his obvious suspect, it was to late. By the time they had finished with Lindsay, it was eight at night. John put in another interrogation request, (much to Detective Inspector Jinx's disliking) and returned to their rented flat.

(Sorry its a bit of a short chapter. I don't know whats been up with me lately. *insert sweat emoji*)