" Goodbye, John." Those final words hissed through the phone like daggers in the doctors chest while the phone was tossed aside. ' Please No, No no no...' Johns mind pleaded and Sherlock, with arms out wide, willingly let himself fall into the sweet arms of awaiting death. John screamed Sherlocks name with all the power his fallen heart was holding with tears streaming down his face while a sickening thud echoed the busy street. -This is a series of our Sociopaths fall, and what exactly burns in a cold unfeeling heart, and what feels when it's numb. •WARNING: FEELS, PAIN, SORROW, SMUT, BLOOD, GORE, AND HEARTBREAK•