Rosanna

Chapter three

 

I was now in Sherrinford, the prison Mycroft told us about. The one he put Eurus in, the one that he thought she wouldn't escape from. Sherlock was dressed as the guards whilst Mycroft was a fisherman. John was with Mycroft, whilst I had to sneak in whilst they distracted, which was very easy. Once I was in, I just sat in the governor's office on the spinning chair and browsed things on the computer. 

Mycroft came into the office and motioned for me to get out the chair. I then stood with John. On the large screen on the wall were four different angles of Eurus in her cell. It was clearly a recording of a previous time because she is sat on the floor cross-legged facing the glass, her head slightly lowered.

"Why am I here?" Eurus said in the recording. I watched it as it played.
"Why do you think you're here?" A man's voice was heard on the recording but it was vary faint.
"No-one ever tells me," Eurus said monotonously.

"Am I being punished?" Eurus asked.
"You've been bad." Said the man off-screen.
" There's no such thing as 'bad.'" She said in a sing-song tone.
"What about good?"The man asked.
"Good and bad are fairytales. We have evolved to attach an emotional significance to what is nothing more than the survival strategy of the pack animal. We are conditioned to invest divinity in utility. Good isn't really good, evil isn't really wrong, and bottoms aren't really pretty. You are a prisoner of your own meat." she said.
"Why aren't you?"
Eurus raised her head and looked directly into the camera as she spoke the words slowly and clearly "I'm too clever."

Mycroft had slumped back in the chair and was no longer looking at the screen as the recording playback continued. John and I, on the other hand, has walked closer to the screen and is watching intensely.
"She smiles at you when you come home." she nodded sharply "Like a reflex."

"Everyone we sent in there; it-it's hard to describe." the governor said. I turned to look at the governor. "It's ... it's like she ..."

"recruited them." Mycroft finished.
I turned back to my sister on the screen. "Smiling is advertising."

"Enslaved them." the governor corrected.

"She's been capable of that since she was five," I added.

"Smiling is happiness." John turned back to the screen
"She's an adult now. I warned you; I ordered you." Mycroft told the governor. The governor sighed "She's clinically unique. We had to try."
"At what cost?" Mycroft asked.
"Happiness is a pop song. Sadness is a poem." Eurus said creepily.
"What cost?" Mycroft spoke softly as he looked at the screen. He then turned back to the governor.

"Tell me the worst thing that has happened." He ordered.
Eurus' recording carried on in the background as I turned to listen to the governor. "She kept suggesting to Doctor Taylor that he should kill his family."
"And?"
"He said it was like an earworm; couldn't get her out of his head."
"And?"
"He left."
"And?"
"Killed himself."
Mycroft paused for a moment. "And?"
"... his family."
I turned back to the screen. Stupid idiots got manipulated by my sister. I was pissed off at them. At the governor, at Mycroft and at my pain in the arse sister.
"Are you going to cry?" Eurus said on the recording.

"It's okay if you cry."
"I don't need to cry." the man said
"I can help you cry."

It was creepy looking into the eyes of my sister. I turned away and check my phone for any messages. 3 missed calls. 1 new voicemail. I excused myself and stepped outside onto the balcony. I clicked on the new message.

"Hi, mum. I'm having lots of fun with Grandma and Grandpa, but we miss you." My son said "When are you coming home mummy? Will you bring Uncle Mycroft and Uncle Sherlock with you." My daughter added. I then heard a distant voice in the voicemail (probably my mothers) saying that dinner is ready. "Call me back mum. Please. Love you" My son ended the voice mail. I quickly called them. "Mum!" My 13 year old picked up the phone. "Hi honey, I can't talk for long, but I miss you very much and I should be home soon. Either tomorrow or the day after. Okay?" I said. "Okay, mum." He said, "Love you very much." "love you too mum." and I then hung up.

Letting out a deep breath, I wiped my eyes from any small tears I may have let loose and walk back into the room. My kids meant everything to me, and I would not die today or let them down.

"One question." John pointed to the screen. "That's your voice, isn't it?"
I listened to the man in the recording and realised what John was on about. The governor had turned to the screen after looking at John and I.
"Do you really? Do you trust her?" Eurus' recording spoke.
"You've got to stop saying these things." That was the Governor's voice.

"If Eurus has enslaved you, then who exactly is in charge of this prison?" John questioned. Mycroft looked at me as I shook my head, he then looked at the screen in shock.
"It's completely inappropriate." The recording governor said.

The governor stood up quickly and reached into his inside pocket. "What are you doing?" I asked turning to him.
"I'm sorry." He said and held up a remote device in his hands. I frowned.
"No," John said sternly.
"Very, very sorry." The governor apologised.
"No." The governor pressed a button on the remote and the siren immediately started to sound as armed guards run into the room, aiming their guns at us. I raised my hands in surrender. The governor looked more composed as he buttoned his jacket. Soon there were people holding onto us. "Let me go!" I tugged on my arms and tried kicking them but they wouldn't move. Then a male American-accented voice calls loudly from the speaker system. It sounded very familiar. "Red alert! Red alert! Big bad bouncy red alert!" The voice said through the speakers. John was up the stairs trying to figure out the voice an how to escape. "Doctor Watson!" The governor called out whilst the man on the speaker spoke some more.
"Klingons attacking lower decks! Also, cowboys in black hats, and Darth Vader!" I tugged again. But stopped when I recognised the voice. John continued up the stairs and Mycroft stopped struggling as he too realised who the voice belonged to. It's the voice of James Moriarty. I shook my hair. "No, no!" I cried out. "Let me go!"
"Don't be alarmed! I'm here now! I'm here now!" Jim said in his American accent. I managed to get out of their grip and rushed up the stairs and joined John.

"Did you miss me? Did you miss me?" Jim's voice said over the speaker. In the glass room, a technician slowly backed away from John and there in front of my eyes were screens showing a heavy flow of water pouring down them. They then clear and there was James staring into the camera.

"Miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Miss me?" John and I stopped and stared at the screen in disbelief. Guards then came and grabbed us and hit us over the head with a rifle. Then I blacked out, Jim's words ringing in my head.