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...


4. Watson: The Savior

I wake up in a cold sweat. I look at the clock: 2:37 AM. I sigh; I just had a nightmare about my mom…

I start to get up out of my bed…


My heart stops. There was a floorboard in my living room that always creaked like that…

I grab my Swiss army knife I had been given to protect myself from my mother and quietly open my bedroom door. I flick out the knife as I see a shadow cast on the floor of the hallway…


I duck down behind a wall and breathe heavily.




The gun shots continue; my heart racing at an unstoppable speed, my arms held over my head. All of a sudden, out of my own instinct, I stand in the door way and throw my knife straight at the shooter!


The shooter fires a final shot. I try to dodge, but I’m too slow. A bullet manages to hit my left shin, and I howl in pain.

I hear another howl from the shooter and the door bust open with John, Mrs. Hudson, and, of course, Sherlock. My vision is blurred when the hallway lights turn on, but I am able to see the large amount of blood pouring out of my wound. I start to feel dizzy and light-headed.

Is this it?, I think as I catch a glimpse of John rushing down the hall, is this the end of Rachel Wilson?

“RUBY!” I barely hear being shouted as John rushes to my aid. He sees my leg and cradles me in his arms.

“Please don’t die…” He was holding back tears. I'm surprised by his reaction; I knew he cared for me…but not this much.

“John…” I manage to say with all my might.

“Yes…” John whispers.

“Thank you…for everything…” Then, everything went dark.


My vision is still slightly blurred when I awake; I could see the outline of my leg hoisted in an upright position, and just beyond I could see the glow of an x-ray result. I rub my eyes to examine the print, but suddenly I hear something.

“You were lucky,” the voice says. “Well, that’s what the doctor said. You’re leg could have been amputated if those gentlemen hadn’t gotten you here in time for treatment.” My sight finally clears to see a woman, about 20 or so, with long brown hair and soft green eyes. She had a nice face, one that you would always smile at, but not always trust. Oh great, I think to myself, I’m turning into bloody Sherlock Holmes…

“I’ll be right back.” She gives me a quick smile and steps out of the room, and I realize I am alone again.


I jump at the vibration of my phone. A text had been sent to me from an unknown number:

U know what will happen…

I simply ignore the text.

I snap out of my thoughts when the nurse knocks on my door and peers her head in.

“You have visitors, Miss Willow…” she says in a sing-song voice as she opens the door all the way. The first person through the door is the happiest I am to see…

“JOHN!” I practically yell as he rushes to give me a big hug. I feel a tear of joy run down my face as I push my face into his soft sweater. We finally separate so I can hug Mrs. Hudson, and I see Sherlock out of the corner of my eye, texting.

“Hello, Sherlock.” I say with a slight hint of joy to see him. He looks up from his phone for a second, nods, and returns to his screen. John frowns and snatches his phone.

“Come on, Sherlock, be a good chap. At least be a little happy she’s alive!” John tries to pull off a smile, but Sherlock isn’t buying it. I then get an idea.

“Sherlock, com here for a second.” I tell him. Sherlock looks at John, and John steps back and gestures his arm towards my direction. He runs his hand through his curly locks as he approaches me with the usual scowl on his pointy face.

“Come here.” I say as he gets close enough, and I hug him. I have slightly questioned, since he has no family, that if he has ever been hugged before.

I look up to see the slightly stunned look on his face, but then gets the idea and starts to wrap his arms around me, like a sturdy cocoon. He is warmer than I thought he was, probably because of his coat and scarf. Sherlock and I then release from our awkward embrace, he grabs his phone from John, and exits the room.

“Well…” I say in a bright tone of voice and a wide grin on my face, “I just hugged Sherlock Holmes.” I look at John’s face, which now shows a smile, but I detect maybe…just maybe…a hint of jealousy? Nah, I think as the nurse pokes her head in once more.

“Sorry, but visitors will have to leave now.” She smiles and nods to Mrs. Hudson and John.

“Get well soon, sweetie.” Mrs. Hudson says as she leaves the room, now leaving me and John alone.

“Here,” John places a bulky, badly wrapped present on the chair next to my bed. “I was hoping you would make more use of it than I did.” He winks and starts to head for the door, but he stops with his hand on the door knob and looks back at me.

“Ruby,” I look up at him, wondering what he was going to say. “Why did you say thank you to me…you know, before you blacked out?”

I just look at him. “I said that because you are the only person who has shown me any compassion…I mean, besides Mrs. Hudson…and I thought I was going to die, so…”

John just stands there for a moment. Then he quickly comes over to me, kisses me on the forehead, and finally leaves. I lay back down on my pillow with the biggest smile on my face, and I slowly drift into a pleasant sleep…

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