"There is no great genius without some touch of madness." -Aristotle.
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"IN WHICH A PSYCHOPATHIC FAN FINDS HERSELF IN ONE OF HER FAVORITE TV SHOWS."
BBC Sherlock | Season 1- 4
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Published on January 17, 2017.
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CHAPTER ONE | POTENTIAL PSYCHOPATH
"A microexpression is a brief, involuntary facial expression shown on the face of humans according to emotions experienced. They usually occur in high-stakes situations, where people have something to lose or gain. Microexpressions occur when a person is consciously trying to conceal all signs of how they are feeling, or when a person does not consciously know how they are feeling."
Hella Moriarty recited out loud while she was driving her car; she had studied all night for a talk she was going to give to a couple of Criminology students, she wasn't nervous at all but she didn't want to deal with people who were her same age and were still studying the career.
Hella graduated a year ago, at the age of twenty-one with honors, of course, she was the youngest from her university and that caused a little of controversy and unwanted attention towards her.
Every time she would give a talk about any subject, the people would always question her about how she knew so much, if she was a genius, and there was always the stupid comment of her last name being Moriarty, they would always underestimate her because of her age but Hella being Hella would shut them up with rude but honest comments, embarrassing the people and that would lead for her to leave the place due her rude behavior... but it is what it is. She wasn't going to change her behavior just because no one could keep up with her.
"Micro-expressions express the seven universal emotions: disgust, anger, fear, sadness, happiness, contempt, and surprise-"
Hella didn't manage to finish, her car had been hit from the side making it turn over and roll a couple of times until it stopped... leaving a twenty-two-year-old unconscious and bleeding from her head.
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The brown haired girl woke up groaning in pain, her eyes open briefly and saw the ceiling? That made her open her eyes abruptly and sat up quickly, she looked around only see herself in a room in a horrible state "Where the hell am I?" she muttered trying to stand up carefully; she scanned every single inch of the room and for some reason, she found the place familiar? Almost as if she had seen it before but it wasn't possible.
She walked carefully around the room trying to see if there were any signs of her being kidnapped, there were no cameras, nothing blocking the windows and now that she touched the knob of the door and turned it, the door was unlocked; she sighed before she opened the door.
Hella was standing in the middle of a corridor, she glanced behind her then started to walk to the other side, slowly trying to no make any sound with her steps until she reached the end of the corridor, she noted stairs there... she froze; she recognized those stairs, she has seen them before... but she couldn't be where she thought she was... it was impossible.
"Oh, hello dear, who you might be?"
The brown haired girl still in shock tried to process the voice behind her, the thing is that she knew that voice; it belonged to an older woman that owned the place; slowly she turned around, her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.
