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...


27. Angels Can Fall

The little girl, who introduced herself as Delilah, and I took a cab to the hospital where her brother, Trustin, was being taken care of. We walk through the doors and ask the receptionist for Trustin's room, and she tells us to wait, as he was being treated at the moment. We sit across from each other in the waiting room, Delilah obviously too small for her chair.

"So...do you have a mom? Or a dad?" I ask to get rid of the silence in the room. She doesn't reply, and I can see she's disturbed by that question. For a single moment, I tried to think as if I was Sherlock...let's see...

No signs of forced abuse, so maybe she's an orphan...

Wait...that scar on her forearm...

It's looks as if it wasn't abuse, but was self-administered? But she's too young to be doing self harm...is she?

"Visitors for Trustin?" a pretty nurse calls out, and I recognize the face as soon as I look up at her.

"Julie?" I say as I stand, and Delilah follows my movements in suit.

"...Ruby Willow?" She says, now remembering my face. I forgot she knew me by my fake alias.

"The name's actually Rachel Wilson...you must've heard it wrong or something." I say, hoping she'll buy the lame excuse I made. She looks at me questionably.

"...Oh, my apologies, Rachel." Julie says reassuringly. I sigh with relief. "This way." She looks briefly at Delilah, then walks towards the elevators. We are taken to the very top floor of the building, and down a few hallways to a door with Trustin's name on it.

"Why is it so quite?" I ask curiously. The silence in this hallway was deafening.

"There's no one else assigned to any of these rooms." She says, and I see a silent nervousness flicker in her bright green eyes, which were oddly similar to PJ's in some way. "Here we are." She opens the door with a slightly shaking hand, but I pretend not to notice. She shuts the door behind Delilah and I, and the silence returns. Delilah walks over to her brother's bedside and takes his hand. I sit at one of the open chairs, and Delilah looks up at me.

"Can you sing to him? And can it be the same song from before, please?"

I smile sweetly. "Of course." I say politely.


The world may just fall around you

And start to crumble at the seams

But the world will be put back together

While you fall asleep and dream

Dream of the world you want to live in

And build it stone by stone

And pretty soon you'll have that world

That you wanted grown


There is a slight flinch from Trustin in his bed, and Delilah and I both jump at the sight of his body, now starting to move very slowly and sluggishly. He raises his arms, one with an IV, and rubs his eyes sleepily. They open very slightly, and I cover my mouth in awe. Did my song do that? How does that even work if it did?

Delilah is just smiling her heart out, but no tears in her eyes. She strokes her brother's hand.

"Your just in time brother..." She says with a giggle. "You're about to see something you probably won't see ever again." I tilt my head, confused, and I can tell that Trustin is too. Delilah then turns her gaze towards me.

"You're about to see an angel die."



"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I scream as a speeding bullet hits me straight through my shoulder. I quickly turn my head, and I am thankful to see that the bullet didn't go through my body. There was, however, an awful lot of blood.

"Rachel!" I hear Julie come in as I start to fall off my chair to the floor, but she catches me before I can hit the cold linoleum floor.

"Get help Julie..." I say with all my might. I see tears start to fall onto her cheeks and her face turn Ferrari red.

"I'm sorry..." She closes her eyes and takes out a small handgun, and I groan in pain and despair.

Trustin's flabbergasted face is the last I see before Julie brings the butt of her gun down on my head.


I wake up in a dark room, apparently tied to something. My vision is slightly blurry, but I can clearly see the light of a computer screen in front of me. I feel something nudge my head to the left slightly. I turn my tired and weary head to see a familiar figure.


Sebastian Moran.


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