The Life Of Miss Amelia Holmes: The Locket

Amelia Rose Holmes. Is Not your average High school student. With the constant drama of her life and the ever so sudden appearance of James Moriarty will she be protected.
(Sherlock Holmes fanfic)

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13. Safe.

 we both motioned towards the door, the sun shone in the sky like a brass coin on a thread, though it was cold. We raced through the forest, my heart pounding heavily in my throat, the rocks tripping us as we did. We reached a clearing.

I lay onto the floor gasping for air, the world around me hazy and blurred. In the corner of my eye I watch Moriarty lay beside me. The tree's were like a wall of serpents, each branch gently coiling round another, shield us from the worst of the icy wind.

"Its beautiful," I hear Moriarty gasp, still as breathless as I. I sit up slowly, coughing violently. I feel Moriarty wrap his arms around me. His warmth seemed to eliminate everything else, it was as if I could have stayed in that moment forever. I knew we couldn't though, we had a mission. Why had Sherlock believed everything was bad? Moriarty was nothing more than a boy with a mysterious name.

He helped me up; we continued our journey back to Holmes Mansion. We walked slowly, our faces hidden by hoods, our hands tightly clasped together. We reached the drive way. I knew the house but be empty, but still the thought of breaking in sickened me. I trembled slightly as I strolled up the planter next to the door. I reached for the key beneath it. I mean, was it really breaking in when you had a key?

I unlocked the door quickly, avoiding any negative thoughts. I beckoned Moriarty. We crept up to the first floor, our shadows following obediently. I cautiously strolled into my room.  I walked over to the safe, opening it quickly taking out the locket. My phone was in there too. I flicked the on button to reveal 153 missed called and 45 texts. I decided to take my phone, for emergencies and slammed the safe door behind me.

We headed back down the stairs until the sound of an opening door creaked through the house. I shot my head round the wall. Mycroft. Moriarty cursed loudly as I dragged him into my room, once again.

“ Well? What are we going to do?” He whispered coldly. I shook my head in doubt. They were going to find us, it was as simple as that. They were going to win and I was going to lose…again.

 

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