I slowly lifted Lestrade's body. His eyes were starting to open.
I was going to do the same psychological hypnotism I did on Watson.
Lestrade struggled, but he couldn't get away.
I did the hypnotism so fast that he didn't have a chance to breathe. I dropped him on the ground, and he didn't move.
I walked away, laughing all the way down the long street.
I turned on Cooper Street and removed my mask.
"Hey you!" I heard someone call.
I spun around and lodged a knife right into the unsuspecting man. The man fell to the ground, lifeless.
I smiled, "Just as I planned. 3, 2, 1." I counted. I threw on my mask as I did so.
The doors to the houses opened, and I watched as a crowd of people began to gather around the body.
I spun on my heel and walked away.
I walked straight to Sherlock's house.
I opened his window slightly, then left, leaving a note on his window sill.
The note read:
Roses are blood,
Violets are death,
Get ready Sherlock,
to breathe your last breath.
I couldn't help but chuckle.