I've been running all my life. Away from the horrid memories of the sacrifices my mother made to protect me, and to protect my name from this evil world we live in...
But everything's changed...
I've recently found out my mother was murdered by a psychopath; choosing the wrong pill in a game of chance that would give away her secret. That gave away my name.
That cost her her life...
I heard a man named Sherlock Holmes had solved my mother's case along with others who had fallen of the same fate. I must find him so I can warn him: for he does not know what he has gotten himself into...


6. A Different Side Of Sherlock

I breathe heavily as look at the familiar faces. John’s comforting smile and Mrs. Hudson’s sweet yet fragile complexion help calm my frazzled nerves.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” Mrs. Hudson inquires as she picks up my cane and hands it to me. I grunt as I attempt to push myself back to my feet, but only to fail by falling once more. John lifts me up as I find my balance on my walking stick.

“Yes,” I manage, “I’m fine…just a little…”

“Surprised?” John finishes my sentence.

“Yeah…something like that…” I look around my living room and see what they’d done with the place: balloons were on the ceiling, streamers were everywhere, and a banner was hung over my couch that read “WELCOME BACK!”

“It’s good to be back…” I say with a smile as I hug John and Mrs. Hudson with all my might. I look around, feeling the urge that something was missing…

“Where’s Sherlock?” I ask, and John’s gaze fixes on me.

“He said he wanted to see you privately whenever you arrived…” He points to his flat and nods. I start to make my way over to the door, my heart starting to beat a little faster. I wasn’t afraid, but I was feeling something. As I approach the flat, I wonder why he didn’t open the door for me in the first place...probably because it would have ruined the surprise.

“Sherlock,” I say nervously, “You wanted to see me?”

The door opens almost instantly to the reveal Sherlock’s dashingly sharp face. He gives me a look, nods, and practically yanks me into his living room, the door shutting with a loud BANG behind me.

I stagger back as he locks the door behind him. Okay, I think to myself, NOW I’m afraid...

“Have a seat, if you please.” I nod and do as he says. He quickly disappears, but he also quickly returns, one of his hands behind his back. He sits himself down in the chair across from me.

“You’re afraid of me, aren’t you, Ruby?” I just look at him. It’s the first time he’s never called me Miss Ruby or Miss Willow…

“Yes and no…” I reply.

“Please explain…”

“Well,” I start, “You have a mind as sharp as your cheekbones, Sherlock, and you look like the most evil thing that has walked the Earth…”

“But…” He enquires.

“But, I know you’re not. Deep down in that crazy, psychopathic heart of yours, is someone who cares about everyone and everything. I don’t know whether it was a crazy tragic accident, or something in your childhood that happened, but you don’t like to show that gushy, soft side of you.”

Sherlock nods. “And there’s something else, isn’t there?”

“Yes.” I reply. “Your eyes.”

Sherlock, now with a slightly puzzled expression on his face, leans closer towards me. “My…eyes?”

“Yes, your eyes, Sherlock. There’s nothing wrong with them, it’s just…your eyes tell a story; your story, in fact. The coldness in the icy grey hues indicates that you have seen something, or even many things, things which you would like to forget. But…the blue; the blue in your eyes, Sherlock…” I chuckle a bit to myself. “They say to me the most inspiring thing; despite the fact that you have been through so much pain and suffering throughout your entire life, you still have the ability to love and care. You may not sense it, and others may not sense it either, but I do, and so do John and Mrs. Hudson. You can care when other in your situation would turn pure evil or just cause themselves more pain, but not you Sherlock.”

I look him straight in the eye with my most serious expression.

“You are special, you are one in a million, and most of all…” I choke back the tears about to pour out of my eyes… “You are loved…”

Sherlock leans back in his chair with a shocked and devastated look on his face. I see a single tear glide down his angled cheek…

I rise from my chair. “Come here, Sherlock…” He gets up and he lets me hold him in a caring embrace. I feel my shoulder get slightly damp, so I squeeze Sherlock even more.

When we finally release, he pulls out what was behind his back: a bouquet of fresh red roses. I stare at them in surprise as I accept his gift. He unlocks the door, allowing me to leave, and then closing it with a thud. I walk back into my flat, cradling the flowers in one of my arms.

“How’d it go?” John says, turning his eyes to the bouquet. A small smile starts to appear on his face.

“I’ll get a vase for those, sweetheart…” Mrs. Hudson says nicely as she leaves the room.

“Well…I better be getting back to my flat…good-bye, Ruby.” John gives me a quick squeeze as he exits, leaving me alone in my empty, minimally decorated living room. Mrs. Hudson soon returns with a shiny emerald green vase that I place gently on my vanity in my bedroom with the roses.


My phone’s sudden vibration indicated I got a text. It was from an unknown number, but not the same as the one in the hospital.

Thank You, Ruby.


I secretly smile to myself. Right now, all of my troubles just seemed to wash away…


I turn to my phone. Again, it’s from an unknown number, but not the same as before…

Get in the car


How did he get my number?, I think as I take a quick glance outside through my window. I see what is expected: a sleek black sports car outside the building. I grab my can and decide to leave my phone on my vanity. I stagger to the door, but just leave, another text from one more unknown number:

I will get u next time…very soon…

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