Rosanna

Chapter Seven

We walked through the doorway that lead directly into another grey-walled room. There was nothing in this room, no window, no table. Nothing. Just four walls with a screen on each.

"Hey, sis, don't mean to complain but this one's empty. What happened? Did you run out of ideas?" Sherlock said.The screens flicked on and showed Eurus still sat in the governor's office.
"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." She smiled into the camera. "It's make-your-mind-up time. Whose help do you need the most – John, Mycroft or Rosanna?" Eurus asked. Mycroft frowned and John sighed and turned away. I stood there not knowing what was going to happen but knew it wasn't going to be fun.

"It's an elimination round. You choose two and kill the other. You have to choose family or friend. Mycroft or Rosanna or John Watson?"

Sherlock turned round to face the others. The lights turn red and Jim appears on the screens, tilting his head from one side to the other as he whispers loudly through his teeth.
"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick." The voice making me shiver. Sherlock wasn't going to kill any of us, surly Eurus knew this. He might be a high-functioning sociopath but he won't kill family or his only friend.
"Eurus, enough!" Mycroft exclaimed. The lights turned white and my sister was back on screen.
" Not yet, I think. But nearly. Remember, there's a plane in the sky, and it's not going to land."

"Well?" Mycroft said to Sherlock.
"Well, what?" Sherlock questioned.
"We're not actually going to discuss this, are we?" Mycroft continued and turned his head to John. I knew what he was doing. Sacrifice himself and let Sherlock choose John. I followed along.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Watson. You're a fine man in many respects." Mycroft said to John and then turned to Sherlock to say "Make your goodbyes and shoot him."
He looks at our brother for a couple of seconds, then points towards John.
"Shoot him!" Mycroft raised his voice.
"What?" John questioned.
Mycroft glanced at him for a brief moment and then turns back to our brother.
"Shoot Doctor Watson. There's no question who has to continue from here. It's us; you and me and Rosanna. Whatever lies ahead requires brainpower, Sherlock, not sentiment. Don't prolong his agony; shoot him." Mycroft fought but it was only to get shot by Sherlock. "Our brother has a point, Sherlock, we are family and John won't be of any use when it comes to whatever lies ahead," I added giving John a sympathetic smile.

"Do I get a say in this?" John asked.

Mycroft turned to the doctor. "Today, we are soldiers. Soldiers die for their country." I saw out the corner of my eye and I knew Sherlock was figuring it out that we would die. "I regret, Doctor Watson, that privilege is now yours."
John glared at him, his jaw clenched.
"Shit." John regretted ever mentioning the soldier thing and turned to Sherlock.
"He's right."Sherlock turned to him as John turns his body round to face him. "He is, in fact, right."
" Make it swift. No need to prolong his agony. Get it over with and we can get to work."

John prepared and straighted up. Sherlock lowered his head and half-turned away. Mycroft scoffs at the sight, then starts to chuckle sarcastically.

"God! I should have expected this. Pathetic. You always were the slow one ..." Mycroft put his hands into his pockets. Sherlock tilts one eyebrow, not meeting our brother's eyes.
"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 man out of all our misery." Mycroft continued. John bites his lips, not looking towards Sherlock. I stood there, crossing my arms standing behind Sherlock.
"Shoot him." I whispered in his ear. Sherlock turned his head away, "Stop it."

"Look at him. What is he?" Mycroft questioned, John sighed heavily.
"Nothing more than a distraction; a little scrap of ordinariness for you to impress, to dazzle with your cleverness. You'll find another." Mycroft continued, this whole thing was very tense and I could tell that Sherlock was getting more and more pissed off. It was hard to watch my little brother go through this.
"Please, for God's sake, just stop it."
"Why?"
Sherlock turned to our older brother, "Because, on balance, even your Lady Bracknell was more convincing." My Croft blinks and lifts his head looking disappointed. "And the way you and Rosanna shared looks was too obvious."

Sherlock turned his head back to John,
"Ignore everything he just said. He's being kind. He's trying to make it easy for me to kill him." John looked towards Mycroft.

"Which is why this is going to be so much harder." Sherlock announced, turning to face our dear brother and raised the gun pointing directly at him.

"You said you liked my Lady Bracknell."
"Sherlock. Don't." John whispered, Mycroft turned to look at John,
"It's not your decision, Doctor Watson. Not in the face, though, please. I've promised my brain to the Royal Society.

I turned away unable to look but I saw on the screen that Eurus leaned closer to the camera looking very concerned.
"Where would you suggest?"
"Well I suppose there is a heart somewhere inside me. I don't imagine it's much of a target but why don't we try for that?" Mycroft gave a slight smile. I turned back around.

"This is my fault." Mycroft confirmed, "Moriarty." I took a deep breath.
"Moriarty?" Sherlock questioned.
"Her Christmas treat: five minutes' conversation with Jim Moriarty five years ago"
"What did they discuss?"
"Five minutes' conversation..." Sherlock lowered the pistol a little

"...unsupervised." John was shocked, I already knew about this whole ordeal. Mycroft stood up straight.

"Goodbye, brother mine. Goodbye dear sister. No flowers by request."
Sherlock puts his finger more firmly into the trigger and takes aim.

"Jim Moriarty thought you'd make this choice. He was so excited." Eurus spoke up. I shook my head, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. I looked away and started to pace slightly. The lights turned red once again and Jim appeared on the screen.
"And here we are, at the end of the line. Holmes killing Holmes."

The lights go white again and Eurus is back on the screen.

"Five minutes. It took her just five minutes to do all of this to us." Sherlock shifted his eyes towards John, then at me and then toward Mycroft.
"Well, not on my watch."

"Sherlock, don't" I said already knowing what he was going to do.
"What are you doing?" Eurus cried out.

"A moment ago, a brave man asked to be remembered. I'm remembering the governor." Sherlock held the pistol in both hands and puts it under his chin.

"Ten ..." Sherlock began to count down while Eurus pleaded no.

"You don't know about Redbeard yet." Eurus exclaimed.
"Six ..."
"Sherlock!"
"Five ..."
"Sherlock, stop that at once!"
A small dart whizzes out of a round hole in the wall and goes straight into Sherlock's head. And then another towards John, and another for Mycroft and another for me. Then we all fall unconscious, not knowing what was going to happen now.

A/n: wowie haven't updated in a while have I? I believe the last update was March last year, whoops