Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 63: Mind Games (prt. 3)

This is quite a long one, I do apologize, I needed to keep this in the same chapter so the next one can be lighter. Thank you for understanding.

Get ready for Redbeard and Sherlock choosing who to shoot.

In other words, you may wan't a tissue box ready. jkjk I'm not THAT good of a writer.

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Your POV

The room is empty, a few screens occupy the walls and the screen flickers to show Eurus still sitting in the governors office. The light is white, nothing else in the room, the floor is mostly grey except from a large white panel in the center.

"Hey, sis, don't mean to complain but this one's empty. What happened? Did you run out of ideas?" Sherlock says bitterly, eyes running around the room before landing on his sister's face on one of the screens.

"It's not empty, Sherlock. You've still got the gun, haven't you? I told you you'd need it, because only three can play the next game. Just three of you go on from here; your choice. It's make-your-mind-up time." Wait, she wouldn't... "Whose help do you need the most – John, Mycroft or (Y/N)?" Our hearts stopped, the atmosphere in the room became deadly as the silence filled the room. "It's an elimination round. You choose two and kill the other. You have to choose family, friend, or lover. Mycroft, John Watson or (Y/N)?"

"Eurus, enough!" Myrcoft yells, the first time he's spoken in while, tuning around and staring at the screen with a deadly glare.

"Not yet, I think. But nearly. Remember, there's a plane in the sky, and it's not going to land."

"Stop it!" I yell, pointing at one of the screen with a shaking finger. "Listen here you bitch. When we get out of here I am going to find you and rip that pretty black hair out of your head, do you hear me? We are going to throw you back into your cell where you belong sadistic freak!" My face turns red when I finish, taking a deep breath through my nose in attempt to calm down.

Eurus simply cold heartedly laughed before trying to break me down. "You listen." She began, keeping with the cold-hearted tone. "I know exactly how to get to you, pet. Please keep in mind that James Moriarty is at my disposal even though he is deceased; he made videos especially for you because he knows you too well, he knew that you'd rebel. That's who you are. So I'd shut your pretty little mouth unless you want to be blown right into your little pity attack that you bring upon yourself." Her mouth barely moves when she spoke, her voice low and emotionless as she spoke directly into the camera, lifting up her remote to turn one of his videos on. The lights turn read and...

"Daddy's here..." Jim's face is displayed on all 3 screens, voicing the same words that I heard every time he abused me. "Daddy's got you."

"Stop it." Sherlock finally speaks up, looking back from my terrified expression to the man on the screens. I try to control my breathing, but the worst pain is trying to hide a panic attack in public. I can feel it bubbling inside me, but I hold it down and try not to prove Eurus right. Eventually, the light fades back to white, once again displaying the face of her, smiling manically with wide eyes. She warned me... "Just... she's had enough. Stop it."

"Enough?" Mycroft says, taking a step towards his brother and looking at me with something scary behind his eyes. "We've all  had enough, brother mine." He glances back towards his brother. "Look at her." He says, gesturing towards me. "All of these silly little ties to Moriarty and panic attacks every time someone even mentions his name. She'll only slow us down." I barely look up as I listen to his words. I know what he's saying is true, if we go on like this without Mycroft or John, my emotions will get in the way. "Make your goodbyes and shoot her." With this all running through my head, I can't think straight. He's right, I'll get in the way. I've lost Sherlock too many times, now... I guess it's his turn. "Shoot her! God! I should have expected this. Pathetic. You always were the slow one... the idiot. That's why I've always despised you. You shame us all. You shame the family name. Now, for once in your life, do the right thing. Put this stupid little girl out of all our misery." I bite my lip. His words sting, but I know what he's doing, and I believe that Sherlock does as well because he barely meets his brothers eyes.