Rachel

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...
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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...
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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...

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16. Devils and Demons

I wake up from my unconscious haze with my hands behind my back. I am tied to a wooden chair, and my mouth is tied off with a white silken handkerchief.  My vision clears to reveal a man in a clean cut pinstripe suit, looking like someone from the Mafia. I saw an assortment of tools next to him, most of them coated with dry blood. The man sees that I'm awake and sends an evil grin my way. I start quivering as he picks up an old hammer, the tool with the most recent proof of torture. He gets up from his seat, and tears start to fill my eyes. He gets closer and closer, until finally he swings his hammer as he whispers with a Scottish accent,

"Daddy's 'ome..."

I muffle out a scream and scoot my chair barely to the left, and I feel the hammer glide right past my face.

 

"Now, now, Sebastian...patience."

 

A woman comes out of the shadows in a short white dress, the kind that women would wear to business meetings or interviews. The woman has a slightly devilish tone to her face, and her red nail polish and shoes are the deep and rich red color of blood.

 

"So sorry, my dear." The woman says as an apology. I begin to notice how serpentine she is, with the way her hips sway and how she puts a slight emphasis on her s sounds. She walks towards me and pets my face with the end of a riding crop, similar to Sherlock's...

Oh God...Sherlock...

"What have you done to Sherlock?" I muffle out as my tongue feels the silkiness of the handkerchief.

"Oh, dear..." The woman says as she puts her face a little too my own and unties the handkerchief around my mouth. She leans towards my ear and whispers. "Now, what were you saying, darling?" I only speak after she backs away from my face.

"What have you done with Sherlock?" I say, my voice practically shaking with fear. She leans closer and strokes my cheek delicately with her fingers, almost as if I was a small rabbit far from home.

"We took care of 'im..." Sebastian says with and evil frown, almost similar to Mycroft's. "But we didn't kill 'im..." He shakes his head as he swings his wrench around like a cane. I sigh in slight relief, but I pause.

"Why did you say 'daddy's home' when you tried to murder me?" I ask Sebastian just before he fades into the darkness of the shadows. The woman laughs. Sebastian turns around.

The woman gets out a small pocket mirror and holds it up to my face. She smiles devilishly. "You really are clueless, aren't you Rachel..." I look into the mirror and see my own face: medium length blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a few scratches on my face from when they dragged me into the van. The woman cups my face and turns my head towards Sebastian. He had silky black hair and color-changing eyes like PJ. He was fairly tall, but his face...

I look back at the mirror. I look at Sebastian. His jaw was shaped just like mine. His cheekbones didn't show much, just like mine. His nose was small, but slightly curved like a ski slope, just like mine.

"No..."

"Yes..." The woman says with a growing grin.

"No..."

"Yes..."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I cry out, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Sebastian smiles another evil smile. He walks towards me, hammer in hand.

"Congratulations, my dear...you're a Moran..."

He swings his hammer, and the last thing I see is the woman and my father, laughing evilly to their hearts content...

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