Deducing Tragedy Part Two: Speak No Lies

Three years had passed since Hanna Hooper boarded a plane to America. The report says that somewhere along the way the plane exploded due to mechanical failure.

The report is wrong.

The plane landed safely back on British soil with Mycroft Holmes waiting for me. Even at a young age I was a prodigy for my intelligence and observation skills. Certain people took notice, Mycroft being one of them. He got in touch, told me that he wanted me to be his apprentice and eventually I would take on his job. I accepted, not knowing the hell that would follow.

On my nineteenth birthday I met a man in a bar, his name was Tomas Mathers. Tomas was amazing, wonderful, and kind… for a while at least. Soon after I met him, we moved in together and even sooner after that he started to change. The kind, thoughtful, man that I knew disappeared and replacing him was a Monster.

Two years later I went to the police because my vision had gotten foggy and I knew Tomas was doing it. A detective named Lestrade took my case but waved it off saying that if I wasn’t happy in my relationship that I should just leave him. When I came back a weak later with reports filled out by my sister, proving I was being poisoned and losing my sight he was forced to do something.

Only he was too late because his partner had just gotten a call saying a man got hit by a bus and died. That man was Tomas, at least that what everyone thought; I knew better. Now blind and very afraid, I moved house and bought three cats because Tomas was extremely allergic. I stayed in that house for five years before my sister, Molly, began insisting I move out and come back to London. She said she had a friend who was looking for a flat mate and was use to taking care of someone who was smart as me.

I knew she was talking about John Watson, I’d been reading his blog about his adventures with Sherlock, almost from the very beginning. When I heard about Sherlock’s jump from the top of Saint Bart’s I highly doubted he was actually dead. None the less, I accepted the offer to move in on a trial run and I immediately called Lestrade and asked him to allow John and I to aid on his next case.

It almost seems like I was doomed from the moment I stepped foot on Baker Street because the first case we went to was the day I met John Watson. The cause was a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes who’d been strangled to death in a nearly empty apartment building. The girl was only sixteen but had a fake I.D. saying she was nineteen. She was one of the victims of a man people were calling Jack Jr., as in Jack the Ripper. It was only later that I found out that Tomas was Jack Jr., that the girls he was killing were all to get my attention. It made sense after he told me, they were all blonde, blue-eyed and were in that age range of nineteen to twenty-two, the ages I was when we were together.

It was around this time that I first came into contact with Sherlock himself. “Do you believe in Monsters, Mr. Holmes?” I asked him.

“Everyone has their demons,” he replied.

That wasn’t what I meant but he didn’t know that. He didn’t know that a Monster haunted me, showed up to taunt me when I was alone but he promised I wouldn’t be alone anyway.

For a while, he kept that promise. He stayed with me and we grew quite close until the time came when he found out that my monster and Jack Jr., whose kills were now twelve, were one in the same and that I’ve always known. He was gone for three days and in those days Tomas visited me four times. On the third day I left Baker Street and with Mycroft’s help I faked my death for the first time. I went into hiding, moving all the way to America to get away from Tomas. My hopes were that Sherlock would use the time immediately after my “death” to hunt down my Monster and put him behind bars.

That was not the case. Instead he used his time to track me down, not believing for a moment I was actually dead. After months of pestering Mycroft finally told his brother where I was and Sherlock got on a plane. He confronted me, angry that I lied to him and faked my death. He said I caused trouble and made him take time away from the cause.

“NO ONE ASKED YOU TOO!” I remembered shouting at him. “No one asked you to find me Sherlock! I told Mycroft to keep you out of it!”

“Yes well you should have known-“

“Known what?” I demanded. “How am I supposed to know anything about you Sherlock?”

“YOU KNOW EVERYTHING,” he bellowed “You’ve know my every move since before we ever met-“

“I thought I knew you Sherlock, but I was wrong! I thought you were good, maybe even kind, that you kept your promises!”

After a speech from me and a few more desperate words from him I jumped into the lake. For someone who can see this isn’t a big problem but because I was blind at the time it was a deadly choice.

I guess that was the first time I tried to kill myself. Because like Sherlock said: I cause trouble. Better to snuff out the flame before it can spread into a fire. But the universe wouldn’t let me die and saved me in the form of Ben, who I’d meet almost upon arriving in America. Ben pulled me from the water and was ready to rip Sherlock a new asshole for letting me sink but Sherlock stopped him.

“I wasn’t going to let her drown- I was going to go in and get her. I would never let Hanna die- she’s too important.”

“Important?” I questioned, “What do you mean?”

By the end of the night Sherlock admitted he cared for me without actually saying it. And then for two months we just were together. We walked around town, had lunch dates with Ben and Brad who’d I also met in my time there. For two months we allowed ourselves to forget about Tomas or the problems back in London.

But Tomas wouldn’t let me forget him for long and he struck back by turning himself in to Lestrade, saying he would confess but only to me. That if they didn’t locate me within thirty days he would kill everyone in Scotland Yard. Of course I came back then, how could I stay away and let those people die? But Tomas had more tricks up his sleeve than anyone realized and with the help of those he blackmailed managed to knock out Sherlock, John and Lestrade and kidnap me.

He baited Sherlock into a trap saying he could take one out of the twenty-six people there away before he set off the bombs and killed the rest. Among the hostages was myself, my brother Mark, Brad, and Irene Adler. I tried convincing Sherlock that we didn’t love each other, that he loved Irene still and that I loved Tomas. He almost believed me but ran after me before I could go to Tomas. He kissed me, there in front of the hostages and Tomas who grew angry and set off the bombs.

Bombs that threw us back and Sherlock his hit head. When he woke he had no clue who I was or how he gotten into the predicament. That made my path clear, what was the point in living if I had every reason to die?

So that’s what I did, or tried to do. I opened the doors knowing that the flames that would rush towards the new oxygen would swallow me whole and I would die. But the universe saved me again, this time in the form of Brad who grabbed me and pulled me to the ground, allowing the flames to take his life instead.

Tomas, Brad, and Irene all died in the fire, the other twenty-three hostages, Sherlock and I all got out with only a few burns, most of them where minor. Sherlock had a concussions and amnesia while I had burns to my arms and most of my hair had been singed.

Four weeks later Hanna Hooper boarded a plane but when that plane landed thirty minutes later she did not get off.

The report says that Hanna Hooper died on that plane.

The report is right.