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Sheriarty Part 1: Innuendos

*AUTHOR'S NOTE*
THIS STORY IS SET DURING THE GREAT GAME AND AFTERWARDS*
*IF THERE ARE INCONSISTENCIES, PLEASE NOTIFY ME OF THEM. MANY THANKS*
(Jim's P.O.V.)

It had been three days since I had started the bombings. I was entertained for once. But then I always am with Sherlock. As always, our little game was so much fun. He is so interesting; unlike all of the other goldfish in my life. Sebastian is nice and all, but not quite as intelligent. Sebastian is all about the killing of humans whereas Sherly is about studying them. I am about conspiring against them. What have humans ever done for me? Sherlock cares so much about preventing them. And he closes himself from all emotions about the people themselves. That is because he cares too much. John is too stupid to see.

Sherlock is the one who cares the most.

That is why I know he and his brother are conspiring against me to protect John and Greg. Their goldfish. That's all life is really. Protecting your loved ones from destruction, whilst the world destructs you. But what do you care, the ones you love are safe? Love is a strange thing.

I have never quite understood it. One of the many reasons why people think I am weird. I am unable to love. The camp Irish immigrant, who is insanely clever and unable to feel emotions gets bullied pretty quickly. Karl Powers and his mates always did bully me.

But, I never killed him. That always intrigued me. The old conspiracy. It is where I started. If I did not do it, who did? Someone who is more evil and more powerful than me. Jesus, that is a terrifying thought. Well, if it was a kid they would be around my age now and I should know them. But motive. That is the issue. Karl kept rather to himself. He only targeted me because of the other kids. Everyone else loved the Golden Boy who had straight grades (he wasn't that straight though) and won every sports trophy. If it was an adult, then it would have to be someone close to him. Perhaps a teacher or his parents; someone who could have gotten close enough to him. The adult now would be fifties to sixties. So still, possibly quite fit. That is a worry.

Should I tell Sherlock? I mean, he deserves to know about a threat. A bigger one than me. And since I have some inside knowledge, he might need me...I mean what I know of course. I will text Sherly.

(Text Conversation)

'Hiya Sherly. I have been thinking about Karl Powers and I need to straighten some things out. Yes I understand the irony of that coming from me. But despite what you may think, I never killed him. I do not know who did. And I can think we can both agree that someone who was able to do this so seamlessly is a great threat. I do not want anyone spoiling our fun. Between you and me, we should have a truce to find out who this person is. However, I am fully aware you will not trust me. Therefore, I promise to give you the plans of my next move, so that you know I will not hurt John. You dare cross me and tell the police, I have a sniper who can take care of your flat mate'
~Jim M.