Rosanna

Chapter five

"Goodbye David"

David whimpered and the lights turned red. 

" Tock-tock-tock-tock-tock-tock-tock tick-tick-tick."
 The white lights returned and David whines quietly. I wanted to turn back around but knew i couldn't watch him get shot.
"Please!" the governor pleaded

"I can't" John spoke up, I turned back around. "I'm sorry. I can't do it." David fell forwards onto his hands as Sherlock stepped towards John. "I know. It's all right."

I turned back around, wondering what we would do now if none of us could kill him. But David scrambled to his feet and ran to John, snatching the pistol from his hand and raising it in front of himself with both hands shaking as he stumbles backwards, crying.
"Stop! No, no, stop." John told David, Sherlock and John held their hands placatory towards David. I took a step forward. 
 
 "I'm sorry," David said.
"It's all right," Sherlock replied.
"I'm so sorry."

He turned the pistol and pushed the tip of the gun under his chin. He was going to shoot himself, which would only make the situation worse.

"Remember me." The governor sobbed. I had only known this man for less than 24 hours and he was so brave, he just wanted to save his wife. Both John and Sherlock shouted no, and we all rushed towards him but he pulled the trigger. We all stop, Mycroft turns away choking with one hand on the wall as he tried not to vomit. Both my hands were over my mouth in shock and I ran my hands through my hair, pushing it all back. Sherlock looks briefly towards Mycroft and I and then turns to John.
"Are you all right?" Sherlock asked. John had his head down and was clenching and unclenching both hands, but he then raised his head to look at Sherlock. The stress levels in this room were crazy. 

 "Interesting." the bitch said. 
 "All right, there you go. You got what you wanted and he's dead." Sherlock said, obviously angry and stressed, but trying to keep it together.
"Dead or alive," She spun around on her chair. "he really wasn't very interesting, but you four" She leaned closer to the camera. "you four were wonderful. Thank you.  You see, what you did, Doctor Watson"

John raises his head to look at her

"specifically because of your moral code because you don't want blood on your hands, two people are dead instead of one."
"Two people?" John asked, but I knew exactly what she was doing.
"Yes. Sorry, hang on." She swivelled on her chair so she now faced the window. She lifted the pistol and we heard a gunshot. Mycroft gasped and turned away, sighing.

"What advantage did your moral code grant you?" Eurus was still speaking to John.

 "Is it not, in the end, selfish to keep one's hands clean at the expense of another's life?"

"You didn't have to kill her!" John shouted angrily at Eurus. But she just chuckled and turned towards the camera.

"The condition of her survival was that you or Mycroft or Rosanna had to kill her husband."
I should've just killed him and then maybe his wife would have lived. 
"This is an experiment. There will be rigour. Sherlock, pick up the gun. It's your turn next." Sherlock looked the pistol in dead David's hand. 
"When I tell you to use it – and I will – remember what happened this time."

"What if I don't want a gun?" Sherlock was still looking at the gun. 
"Oh, the gun is intended as a mercy." 
"For whom?" Sherlock asked.
"You." Sherlock raised his head at this. 
"How so?"
"If someone else had to die, would you really want to do it with your bare hands? It would waste valuable time." Someone else was going to die? Why was she doing this?

"Probably just take it," John said to Sherlock. He then picked up the gun, takes out the clip and checks it, then slotted it back into the grip and looked to the screen.

"There's only one bullet left," Sherlock stated. 
"You will only need one. But you will need it."

On the wall, a panel slid to one side, which revealed a narrow passageway.

"Please, go through. There are a few tasks for you, and a girl on a plane is getting very, very scared. But Rosanna, you are not allowed to pass through this door." 

I was confused, as were the others. "Why can't I go through into the next room?" I aske Eurus. "Because I said so. Off you go boys."

Sherlock turned to me, giving me a sad smile. "We'll see you in a bit." 

"So we are just leaving our sister in here alone with a dead body?" Mycroft asked. Sherlock nodded. I turned to Mycroft. "What else are you going to do? Just go into the next room and if Eurus wants you to do something, do it. Don't hesitate. It's your fault we are in this mess anyway." I said moving to sit on the bed. They turned away and headed down the hallway.

Sherlock turned and walked towards the opening, stopped in the entrance and turned to our brother. "Treats?"

"Yes. You know, a violin." Mycroft replied.
"In exchange for ...?" Sherlock questioned
"She's very clever."
"I'm beginning to think you're not," Sherlock stated. I agreed with him. The lights turned red and the voice that gives me chills was heard over the speakers
"Come on now! Aaaaaall aboard! (High-pitched) Choo-choo! Choo-choo!"
Sherlock turned and walked into the corridor, John following him. On the screen, Jim pulls the imaginary cord of a steam train as he continues to make choo-choo noises. Looking unhappily down to David's body, Mycroft followed the other two, then the door shut. 

"And then there was one. Sweet dreams sister."