I watch as everyone starts flailing like aimless oafs, panicking over Elly.
I simply watch, alongside Malachi, the one I'm beginning to think has either too big of a brain or none at all.
"Shh," I tell him. "If they ask, say I went back to the waiting room because I felt faint or whatever."
Silently sneaking out, I walk out of the hospital. Nobody tries to stop me.
Stupid security people.
Once I reach a part of town, I start running. Not necessarily running from anyone or anything, just running for the sake of running. It's a way to clear my thoughts, or what was left of them. I slow myself down and look at my reflection through an office building.
"What..." I falter. "What happened to you?" I ask it.
As I watch, Moriarty comes up behind me.
"Two things." He says. "Either you get murdered, or you die on accident."
I turn around to face him.
"Sir," I tell him, "you were wrong, and so was I. Teach me everything you know."
With a smirk, he takes my arm, and we go back to the abandoned school in South London.
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Paths Woven
FanfictionThere are two girls who live in London. Their parents are dead. They are the nieces of two very different people, but these girls think in the same way. One girl is related to John Watson and the other is niece to Sherlock Holmes. Both are being hun...
