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)


18. Suspicion

 I glanced from side to side, catching everyone's eyes as I did.

" Good. Lets go" I said, bluntly. I walked to the back of the bus, suspicious of Moriarty. He obviously owned the vault, right? Sherlock was wrong, right? But why would Hunter suggest stealing?. I let these thoughts run freely.

I suppose this was my mind palace, a playground for thoughts and theories. I curled up on the seat near the window and stared out. The sea? We'd been travelling this long, this far? Surely the Vault would be in London, Its where we all came from. Iron came and sat by me, he rested his hand of my shoulder. He was probably the youngest of the group at 14, nearly my age.

" How could you go against him?" He asked. I shook my head, shrugging, clearly confused." Go against Sherlock, tell everyone that its not your families vault?" he continued. I shook my head in disbelief. It was all coming together. The locket, Hunter, Iron. It was my Locket.

" What do I do?" I exclaimed quietly.

" I'll help you, but we have to play along just for a while. Then we will call Sherlock." He whispered, waving my phone about. I flung my arms around him, thanking him for his kindness. I started to wonder whether Moriarty or Felix, whoever he really was actually loved me. Whether Sherlock would forgive me? Those thoughts caused a sharp pain in my throat and heart. The coach came to a slow halt so we got off for a short stop on the beach.

I lay on the warm sand, running my hands through the little, soft grains, waiting for Moriarty to join me. He soon did, laying beside me, grabbing my hand. I flinched slightly but not enough for him to take much notice. I didn't know where I was, I didn't care I just needed to go home. Iron seemed to be surfing and Hunter was collecting resources for the rest on the journey.

If only I had money. If only I could go home. If only I could run away. I sat up, hugging my knees to my chest and stared out at the ocean. There were a few boats out but nothing to crowded and nothing to special. Hunter joined us.

" We need to go guys. No more fun!" She smiled sarcastically. We all strolled back to the coach, checking the clock that read 6pm and sat in the seats.

" The plan starts now." Iron mouthed to me. Here we go.

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