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Crafted Dissonance

Title: Crafted Dissonance
Author: ciaranbochna 
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the world.
Length: 381 words
Rating:  R
Summary: Any incompetent composer can create a saccharine melody...
Warnings: Torture, Violence
A/N: I apologize for the abuse of music. The idea came from one of my favourite chords.


He pushes the slide up on his first track. He chose well for the first note of the chord, but there is always room for perfection. Closing his eyes his finger drifts to the third chosen instrument. He adjusts the level and moves to the final note. There is so much to be careful of when creating an augmented seventh chord. Any incompetent composer can create a saccharine melody, but it takes an artist to twitch a wrong note and build it into dissonance that peels the skin from your eyelids.

He presses a button on the remote and lowers the lighting in the studio. It is essential that nothing interrupt his immersion in the sound. With each choice he is closer to the ripple teasing through his brain. None of them can share what he hears, the glorious acidic draw of it. He has never enjoyed sharing anyway. Give a project away and watch the carnage as they fail. No, this is only for him.

He dials the reverb up just a little and smiles. He can feel the urge to move now—his bones twitch against his will. Almost.

He’s saved the fifth note of the augmented chord for last. It has taken him years to find the perfect instrument, and he loves to delay the conclusion. Pity there are no castrati now, it would never have taken this long to find the last note if there were.

The acupuncture needles are his personal technique. Just two on either side of the vocal chords and the sound that results will crush your staples and malleus bones while bypassing the eardrum completely. Or so he hopes. He doesn’t believe the instrument will last much longer, so he must be sure.

He presses the button and watches people in the tube station stumble and fall. He pushes the volume up and listens to the agony for a moment, feeling the pressure in his ears. He shuts it off and watches the crowd clutch at their skulls, mewling in agony.

He has chosen well indeed. Perhaps he was a little hasty keeping the symphony to himself. After all, this was only the opening phrase. He pulls his cuffs down and turns on the lights. Sherlock may appreciate this, one musician to another.


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 18th, 2011 12:46 am (UTC)
Oh, it gave me a delightful shiver. Brilliant!
Jul. 18th, 2011 07:04 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you I am glad you think so:)
Jul. 18th, 2011 02:59 am (UTC)
Wow... eerie.
Jul. 18th, 2011 07:05 am (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you for reading.
Jul. 18th, 2011 04:20 am (UTC)

also *shiver*

and eek....
Jul. 18th, 2011 07:06 am (UTC)
Thank you, that was exactly what I aimed for;)
Jul. 18th, 2011 06:01 am (UTC)
Considering that in ACD!Canon, Moriarty is a Professor of mathematics, and that there is a close tie between math and music, I think you've definitely got something here.:-)
Jul. 18th, 2011 07:07 am (UTC)
Oh, thanks:) There certainly is that link!
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