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- "Did you ever take minutes to think of what say yourself?, no consequences at all?" - A question unanswered, because Mycroft really thought it would be so, the most powerful man in England, in theory was like a character in a play, a puppet that benefited to the government of the day, the older brother believed that he could handle the circumstances at his whim as he had so many other times, lying, manipulating, and if necessary threatening, but when Sherrinford incident reached the ears of the Prime Minister and the Queen herself it needed more than having Mycroft's abilities to run away, and the government this time needed silenced him.
This was a long night like another ones, Mycroft was constantly looking at the white ceiling, he knew the place very well, he had been one of the designers and now he was trapped in his own creation, the unbelievers would think in divine justice and they had damm right, a dim light came from aisle, very slightly he could hear as the sea crashed against the rocks and imagined the breeze on his face, imagination was all he could have to at this moment.
In the morning he pressed the sheets tightly, Mycroft always controlled his emotions but now no one was watching him, he felt rage in the most primitive way, he felt pain inside him something deeper than the humiliation he had received, the darkest feeling he had denied for years, it was beginning to be born within him. - Eurus will be sent to Nightingale Hospital - Mycroft had no choice, his sister would not have the privileged attention she had in Sherrinford, psychiatric experiment, it was not an option. - Sherlock will go to his mission in Eastern Europe - losing his brother would break his heart; he had no choice but to accept his fate.
- "13, you have a visitor" - said the voice of the tall, thin man, Mycroft sighed deeply, - Yes, of course, it is Sherlock - thought the older man, he took his book and from among the pages he took a dragon, origami was not his thing but it was something that he learned as a child, he always made new designs for Sherlock. He approached the window pane that separated the two men.
- "This is for him." - It was the longest sentence Mycroft had uttered in weeks, smiled slightly as he tried to conceal his grief, the man nodded and then walked down the hall, Mycroft stood listening, leaning his head on the small window until the man's footsteps were lost behind the door.
Sherlock was sitting in a small office guarded by cameras and microphones, impatient as ever, the last 92 days had been torture for him, of course he kept the account, days, hours and every detail, he had come to Sherrinford every week to see his brothers, only Eurus was ready to see him every time, Mycroft was in a perpetual silence. But why?
For a moment Sherlock thought his brother would appear through that door, but he knew he would not allow himself to be seen handcuffed or something much worse. "Sir!" Sherlock held out his hand to receive what appeared to be a paper, a dragon made from the remains of napkins, - the dragon-slayer, of course - he thought, and Mycroft had been one of them, a dragon of many who live in London. Sherlock smiled resignedly, closed his eyes and kept the dragon in the pocket of his coat thinking that Mycroft had not completely forgotten.
The Night
Mycroft had planned this very well, he knew better the security of Sherrinford, perhaps he did not have the skills of Eurus to manipulate the people but if to remember the procedures, guard changes, rounds, blind spots of the cameras and most importantly Mycroft knew that the human being was an animal of habits, never change the passwords more than twice in the month, he being only meters of Eurus the anxiety increased, Mycroft took the access card that had robbed to him to a nurse, his hand trembled, but without hesitation, he slipped the card slowly, in seconds the door opened, Mycroft´s heart throbbed in his chest and he could feel each beat, without thinking he entered his sister's cell, only a dim light illuminated the place and at last he's looking at his reflection in the glass, his uniform was gray cloth, white shoes, and a huge number of identification on his back - 13 -, it was no longer the Mycroft properly shaved or his elegant suit , he looked at his sister who was lying down apparently sleeping, without a glance of sight he sat on the floor and before he leaned his back on the cold wall, Eurus finally looked at him.
- "Why did you take so long?" - She asked casually. Mycroft inulently tried to control his breathing, but his sister still gave him an inexplicable terror. She slowly pulled out her hand between the sheets and offering it to Mycroft, the older brother silently take it, the white skin warm and soft, the deep blue eyes shining through the dim light.
- "How are you?" - His uncertain, weak voice was no match for the Eurus´s cold.
- “Did you not come alone to that, isn´t, Mycroft?" - Mycroft smiled, looking at the floor he remembered that only months ago it was stained with blood, the macabre scene would not be erased of his memory ever. The red light came back suddenly, the alarm began to ring alerting the guards, the older brother looked at Eurus knew he had no more time and he tightened his sister's hand.
- "Sorry, I'm really sorry, Eurus" - the words were sincere but never enough.
- "Mycroft, if I once made you believe that I would forgive you in this life, I'm sorry it more, but there is no desire for forgiveness, you and I will not be more what we were in our childhood because we are separated by an abyss of hatred and loneliness." - Each word of Eurus was a stab on older brother, Mycroft glanced aside to keep Eurus from seeing his damp eyes. Even so he never let go of his hand, the guards forced the entrance door and before they pounced on Mycroft.
- "Goodbye, sister mine" – his voice was sad and suddenly he took it by force, throwing it against the wall.
"No, what are you doing¡," - said Eurus, surprised Mycroft watched as his sister stretched out her hand for protection, a guard came forward with a gun to Eurus, and Mycroft needed all the attention on him, it was then that he kick the guard by throwing him to the floor, handcuffed and unable to defend himself a third guard hit him with the butt of the rifle in the stomach, Mycroft fell to his knees writhing in pain and the guard who was still on the floor kicked him in the head, leaving him unconscious.
By the time Mycroft woke up he was sitting on a wooden chair, with his hands cuffed back, it was dark and a light could be seen below the door, the room was a warehouse, it was full of unused things, Mycroft did not recognize in which part of Sherrinford was, he looked around for signs, a thin figure leaning against a shelf, just he could see the cigarette light on.
- "Well, Sir, I was punished in the “hole” for two days, but before we get there, I have 10 minutes to entertain myself with you." - Mycroft closed his eyes, and his breathing was agitated, there was no one else there, alone. - "I'm afraid I like it the silence on these occasions, I can concentrate better while I do, if I may?" - the guard stood right behind Mycroft, took a towel with both hands and forced the older brother open his mouth .
- The more you resist the more I enjoy it Sir "- the guard tightened the towel sadistically, Mycroft moaned in pain and could barely breathe -" Now you will know that you should not hit a guard, now you will know who rules here "- the guard slowly began to undress Mycroft by breaking his clothes with a sharp knife, the older brother could not believe what was going on, always believed that in his life perhaps he would be tortured or killed, it was a risk, but never this, it was not his option, desperate he tried to get away from the handcuffs, in his fight his wrists began to bleed.
Many times Mycroft signed and authorized this type of "treatments", but it was never personal, he would never have to see it, Sherrinford as Guantanamo was a lawless place, where everything was allowed to get the necessary and unnecessary,
The guard was playing with the knife across Mycroft's neck, - "I wonder if your little friend bleeds as much as you, it's something we'll have to find out, do not you think?" - the words were macabre, Mycroft reacted violently, the guard looked into his eyes that glittered with hatred. - "Yes, yes, we all lose something in this life" - a malevolent smile was drawn on the face man and that was all that Mycroft would have liked to remember.