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...


33. Kiddnapping Certain Doom

"What?!" I say, shocked. "That's not possible! We've been here long enough; if somebody fired a gun, we would've heard it, right, Bertie?" Bertie nods, but John just stares confused at Bertie. "And where the hell is Sherlock? You told me that he said that if Mrs. Hudson left Baker Street, London would fall!"

"He's back at St. Barts, and he said he had business to tend to...I'm sorry, who are you, exactly?" John inquires to Bertie.

"My name is Bertie Gilbert, sir." He says as he introduces himself. "I met Rachel at a party last night."

"Hold on - what party?" John throws an angry look towards me, and I open my mouth to explain, but Bertie covers for me.

"She was invited by her friend Chris, but Julie really was the one who made her go."

"Wait...who the HELL is Jul-" a neutral expression cloaks John's face in blank realization, and the cloak begins to be replaced with seething rage. "Funny..." John says as he approaches Bertie. "Rachel didn't come home last night..." Bertie is filled with fear, and before he can get any protest out of his mouth, John punches him straight in the face! Bertie's back hits the wall with a dull thud, and I see a little bit of blood start to spill out of his nose. Something in my gut refused to grant my legs movement, and my racing mind, still clever as ever, said to use this fight to get away and check on Sherlock, since Mrs. Hudson surely wasn't shot. I weave through the newly formed crowd and bolt out of the scene in my blue dress like Sonic the Hedgehog.


I decide not to take a cab, making up the lame excuse for myself that I needed the exercise, but really because I wasn't that comfortable with cabs after that nightmare, not to mention after everything that's happened. I only halt when I hear my phone buzz in one of my dress's pockets. I take it out to see a text from the too familiar words Unknown Number. When I read the text, however, I know exactly who it's from:


Time to play, my little dove.


I turn to see a shady figure from the shadows of an alleyway I just passed, and I get a running start like Peter the Rabbit running from the mean old gardener. I turn into another alleyway, hoping to throw him off guard. The figure just follows me anyways, no matter how clever I try to act, no matter how many sharp turns I make, until I reach a dead end, like you would if you were trying to get away by RUNNING INTO AN ALLEYWAY.

I see the shady figure approaching sluggishly, as if he was a zombie straight from The Walking Dead. I turn and pick up the top of a rubbish bin and pray to God that I can throw a good punch as I raise the poor make-shift shield to my chest. I attempt to throw my fist at his face, but the man catches it like an American baseball. He throws a powerful punch that knocks the lid straight out of my hands. He then knees me in the gut, and a fall to the ground, clutching my punctured stomach and possible broken rib. He places his shoe on my shoulder where I was shot and presses hard, and I screech in pain. I see him crouch over me and pull a bag over my head, my vision blocked by the rough material of the bag. I feel myself being picked up, and I wince when my stomach gets placed on the man's sturdy shoulder. A force chucks me onto a hard surface that I can't really comprehend, and the man shuts some sort of the door, and I hear an engine turn over. I feel someone tie ropes around my wrists, and I make no noise for what I assumed was a small car trip.


How was I to know that this day would change my life so drastically...


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