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)


14. Run



I look over at Moriarty. I couldn’t quite bring myself to call him by his first name, James. I clutch the locket and my phone at my chest and ponder on what to do next. The darkness of the room was calming, allowing my thoughts to glide freely through the air.

The white of his eyes seemed to shine as the light from the hallway beamed onto them. I quickly turned the phone on and inputted my password.

 “ Look, I’ll text Mycroft telling him I’m in London. He will go ‘find’ me and we can run away.” I whispered quickly. He nodded with approval as I tapped away at the keyboard of sleek, black phone.


A heard a quick sigh of relief emerge from down stairs.

“ I’ve found her. She’s in London” Mycroft said sternly down his phone. I knew he would have told  Sherlock, but that was the least of my problems.

I heard the door slam, and opened my bedroom door cautiously. I stumbled down stairs; my phone rang, loudly


It was Sherlock. I could answer it and just pretend I was in London; answer it and tell him everything and get pretty badly told off by my parents or just leave it. I chose the latter, whilst placing the key back where I found it and racing back to the forest.



“ Mia meet Hunter.” Moriarty introduced. The girl held out her hand for me to shake it; everyone was watching. This seemed like a group of assassins where nice wasn’t tolerated. I shook my head smirking, refusing her handshake. A loud cheering soon arose from the crowd.


Hunter smiled back at me, bringing me into a hug.

“ Your smart, I like that”

I felt myself sitting down with everyone in some kind of circle.

“ So what’s it like?” Hunters friend asked.

“ What’s what like?” I asked confused.

“ Finding out that Sherlock tricked you into thinking Moriarty was you know? Evil?” He continued.

I explained that it was a big shock but he genuinely thought that Moriarty was out to get him. I supposed that it was due to everyone being against him.


I leant back onto a tree, yawning widely. I hear murmurs of plans for tomorrow.

“How do we get to the safe?”

“How do we know she’s telling the truth”

I felt myself falling into a deeper sleep than I though I’d ever had.

“ How long are you going to keep this up Moriarty?” 

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