Chapter Text
Prompt: Open
Here I am, behind this door dampened by the ambient steam of the natatorium. Hidden like a predator, enjoying how John Watson parrots back everything I whisper through the earpiece...
Just a ventriloquist act. From the moment I saw him, I knew Johnny boy is a master of obedience. It's clear he's accustomed to... subordination.
But there, at the back of the swimming pool, stands the man with dark curls who has awakened my complete curiosity. What a delight: Sherlock Holmes seems confused. Look at him!
No, wait a moment.
Is that... anguish? Desperation?? Because he's seeing... his pet with so many cables? No no no… It can't be!! Is he concerned about this small, insignificant man?? Didn't I seem more interesting to him that day in the lab when I introduced myself?? I even left him MY card!! But he never called me.
Damn you, Sherlock Holmes. I'll burn... the heart out of you.
...
Only then, that door opens. The consulting criminal presents himself in the flesh. Curtain... rises.
