High functioning sociopaths (Sherlock x reader)

Walk

You and Sherlock have been talking for hours when you realized it was past midnight. It has been three days since you met him, and when you were with him you felt less smart but in a good way.

"Oh look at the time we've been here for hours, well I better get going." You say pulling on your long (f/c) coat.

"Ah pity you're more fun to talk to than John!" He said shaking your hand.

"Right here!" You heard John say, you didn't look at him though, you were too busy looking into Sherlock's gorgeous eyes.

You then both realize that you were still holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. You  both turned away and you saw in a mirror on the wall that you were blushing and could see that Sherlock was too.

You gathered your stuff and before you went through the door you said, "Goodnight boys!"

"'Night (y/n)" John yawned

"Goodnight (y/n) Hooper!" Sherlock said cheerfully.

You smiled and walked out the door.

You wanted to enjoy the nice night air so you decided to walk home, not like you could hail a cab at this time of night anyways.

You absolutely were fascinated with the stars, you loved them since infancy. Your (non identical) twin Molly would always be so fascinated with all things under the Earth's crust like magma and tectonic plate movements.

You were so deep in thought that you hadn't noticed that you were walking around a park.

You decided to relax a bit and sit on the swings for awhile.

After about three minutes you noticed someone leaning against a light pole about 100 yards away.

You were creeped out so you continued walking home.

After a few minutes you had the feeling that you were being watched, so you sped up, wanting to get home quickly. You then started to sprint not wanting to be outside any longer but you were suddenly stopped by an arm grabbing you and pinning you against a nearby building.

"Going so soon lass?" A man with a Scottish accent asked.

"Yeah in fact I was!" You say before kneeing him in the stomach.

It had no effect on him.

"Ah we won't have any of that now will we?" He said pulling out a knife.

"Now, give me all your things, wallet, keys, phone, everything!" He said holding the knife to your stomach.

"No" you say boldly.

Big mistake!

He stabs you in the middle of your lower stomach, causing you to scream in pain and wiggle to try to get out.

You almost wiggled free but he put all of his weight on you, you can't get away now.

"Now, I'm gonna ask you again, and you better give me the right answer." He said holding the now blood stained knife to my stomach.

He was leaning in more and more with each passing second and you were so scared. Then he shifted and stabbed you again, this time twisting the knife earning a loud scream and more wiggling.

At this point you had given up and accepted death, but you felt his weight being lifted from you as your vision went blurry.

You sank to the ground and curled up in a ball, wishing that you were anywhere but there.

The last thing you remember was Sherlock picking you up and running as fast as he could.