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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8. The Meetup & The Fall Out

The next morning, I got ready for work with my floral oversized jumper, my lucky blue skinny jeans, and my old brown combat boots. I walked out the door with John looking at me with a longing desire to know what happened that night. I just walked out the door before he could catch me and ask, and with that, I finally headed over to the sandwich shop and got ready to work.

Just when my shift was about to end, I had a suprise visitor...

"Hi, how can I help...you..."

"Hey!" PJ says as a smile spreads across his face.

"Hey, PJ!" I say in a slightly suprised way. "What are you doing here?"

"Well..." He begins shyly. "I wanted to see you again. But when I knocked on the door, there was a very nice lady named Mrs. Hudson, I believe, and when I asked for you, she said that you were at the sandwich shop next door, so I went, and here we are." I blush harshly at the thought of anyone wanting to see me again, especially when it was one of the most attractive men I have ever seen in my short 14 year-old lifetime.

"Well, that's really sweet PJ." I look at the clock on the wall to see, to my relief, that my shift was over. "And you are just in time. My shift's over as of right...now!" I quickly take off my flour-covered apron and hang it, then I comeout from behind the counter and take my long blonde hair out the messy bun I've had it in since this morning.

I think I hear PJ whisper "Sexy." as I let my hair fall to my shoulders.

"What was that?" I say, and PJ almost automatically blushes. We stay in the sandwich shop a little longer and PJ tells me about a new story he's been working on called "Colour Bandits" and tells me the other wonderful ideas he's been having bounce around in his already crowded noggin. Just as he was going to tell me about how the world was going to end by a giant nyan cat Bowser battleship, when we got another visitor in our presense.

"Ahem..."

I look up to find Sherlock towering over PJ and I, and I held back a nervous gulp.

"John was wondering why you weren't home yet." he gave a slightly disgusted look towards PJ. "He wants to speak with you." I look at PJ, and he looks at me in a very confused way. Sherlock then leaves us without saying a single good-bye, and returns to 221B.

"Was that your dad?" PJ asked curiously.

"No...my parents are...um..."

"Oh...I'm sorry..." PJ says as he walks me out of the shop to the door of 221B. "Hey..." he stopped me before I could open the door. "Same time, same place, tommorow?" Smiles start to spread on both our faces as I nod yes. I hug him good-bye, and then I open the door to my flat, and shut the door behind me.

I walk up to John and Sherlock's door and knock politely.

"Hey, Ruby." John says as he answers the door. "Come on in. We need to have a chat."

I walk into the flat and take a seat in a cube-looking, black leather armchair, and John sits opposite to me in a comfy, tall, coushined chair.

"Ruby...I've been getting quite a few texts from Mycroft about you."

I freeze in place at the mention of Mycroft's name.

"He keeps claiming that you aren't who you say you are. Also that you punched him in the face and ran away when he tried to ask you some questions. He claims you're a wild animal out of a cage, trying to do what she pleases and hides her true form to blend into society."

"Well, he's quite the texter, isn't he?" I chuckle nervously. John, however, wasn't buying it.

"Ruby...if there's anythging you need to tell me, or Sherlock, or Mrs. Hudson, now would be a good time to say it." The guilt was pouring onto my shoulder like a pile of bricks. I get up to shut the curtains, lock the door, and to look for any hidden cameras. After the place checked out okay, I decided I was going to tell John, and only John, of my true identity, even though I've already told PJ.

"John..." I start to confess, but just as I start to talk...

 

CRASH!!!

 

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" John yelled at the top of his lungs. I look on the ground where the shattered glass was when I saw what had been chucked at the window. I pick up the small rectangular object to see that it was a picture frame. I looked at the picture and realized it was a picture of me with my mum, and there was an arrow drawn in a red sharpie pointing at me and next to the arrow was written the terrifying words:

 

We're coming for you...

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