SHERLOCK'S POINT OF VIEW
I was sitting there in my chair thinking about the next victim that could be until it hit me,I still don't know why the killer is doing this, could it be Moriarity's doing?
Even so it wouldn't be directly he would have his little puppets do it, and all of it would make sense, but how did it affect me?
How did all of this killing get to me, it has to be starting me in the face! Could I be a possible victim? Or could I eventually be one? I don't have any loves if my life so what could he be getting at? Its a good game, good dame indeed.
"Morning Sherlock" John would up and walked and sat in the chair and started reading the paper.
"Anything new?"
"No, and I don't get it..he is waiting for something"
"I see, well me and Marry are going out tonight, texted me if anything comes up"
"Fine"
~~6:30 pm~~
"I will be going out now" John stood there with Marry
"I could tell" I said I hated when John left cause I know something would happen I would find an clue and drag John back and he would be grumpy more than the mornings.
"Bye"
"Bye"
I sat there playing the violin waiting, thinking.
I heard foot steps coming from the stairs, who could it be..mrs.Hudson is asleep by now so who..John had just left..
I grabbed the gun from the case and waited in my chair for whoever it could be, secretly honoring to god it was Mycroft so I could point a gun at him.
To my surprise all that slid through the door was a letter when I open the dirt no one was there..I made sure the letter wasn't anthrax or anything if that sort.
When I opened it it simply said---
The One you Love Is Going To Be Dead
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What could this mean? I loved no one, until it hit me..the closest to me is John, the only one I would mind if he was my brother although I would never admit it.
"John..is in danger"
I had to get John to the apartment as fast as I could so I texted him HELP and said I was in TROUBLE
When he said he was on his way I headed out the door I was going to see who this killer was, I would try to take Johns place or throw them off guard when I would be there, not me.
When I arrived to the place they said they were to have dinner no one showed up, puzzled I walked to the flat, it wasn't to far from here.
"I don't under--!!! A bag went over my head as I felt a large object hit my head and it all went black.....
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