Corpse: Pre-Plan

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.

The End

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