John
The laptop hummed softly, breathing life into the static silence of John’s room. The clock ticked steadily, warning him of each beat of sleep he was missing, but John was focused. The blue log-in screen blinked to life.
Select user.
John navigated the angular pointer to John, a ghost of a smile crossing his face, illuminated by a remote blue glare. A loading icon revolved lazily, swimming in relaxed rings over and over as the screen stuttered.
Password: John’s fingers hovered above worn keys for just a heartbeat before they were nimbly skipping over the hard plastic tabs.
harrypleasestop was translated through inhuman computer systems. John’s smile broke in two, his light blue eyes momentarily shut and shielded by some great emotional wall. When he opened them again, the familiar interface of his favourite chat room was waiting for him.
<J0hn_16 has joined the chat>
J0hn_16: hey :)
A gentle ‘ping’ tumbled from his speakers and dropped into the silence of deep night-time.
SherlockH: Good evening. Your timing is excellent.
J0hn_16: ?
SherlockH: The idiots have just left. Why are you interrupting me?
J0hn_16: :/ soz
J0hn_16: its just tht some guy sed sum stuff, yno
SherlockH: Who?
J0hn_16: idk. JxmesMorixrty or sumthin like tht
SherlockH: I see. And you want my help?
Somewhat bemused, John hesitated before replying.
J0hn_16: yh, thnx
A moment later, he received a private message from Sherlock Holmes.
Hello, John. And then a pause.
What did he say?
Nm rly, just stuff bout harry.
Show me. And for some reason, John did. Screenshot after screenshot was relayed to Sherlock Holmes, the boy John didn’t know he knew.
Sherlock
Sherlock opened the attachments John sent him without hesitation, each one opening to reveal a profile picture of a dark-haired, well-dressed smirk. He increased the zoom slightly with a quick keyboard shortcut, and began to skim the far-too-small text.
JxmesMorixrty: hey disaster
JxmesMorixrty: did u miss me @ lunch 2day?
J0hn_16: wut is it??
JxmesMorixrty: rude. Just thot id show u ur an idiot.
J0hn_16: thx but id rather not
JxmesMorixrty: aw dnt b like tht.
J0hn_16: kk, wut d u want?
JxmesMorixrty: ik bout ur sister.
J0hn_16: …dude ths not kl
JxmesMorixrty: oops. shes a pthetic whore.
J0hn_16: dnt u evr tlk abt her like tht k?
JxmesMorixrty: ur worse thn her tho. kill urself.
J0hn_16: wots ur prob?
JxmesMorixrty: gay faggots like u.
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Smoke & Mirrors
FanfictionThe name alone is enough to light the eyes of today's Sherlock Holmes - a worthy opponent at last. Between them, they are the gears of crime - perfect opposites. *** This is a story of two self-obsessed outcasts, determined to win against the other...
