Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 29- Hello Again

-----John POV-------

The world spins around me as I read the anonymous text. Though I already know who sent it. Maybe it is him who scares me or maybe it was the text itself. What it read makes me sick. 

Come and play at the pool, John. Bring the girl too, I'd love to say hi. Tell her I have her playdate partner.

Sherlock takes the phone from my hands. I turn to Willow and she seems confused, I could imagine. She has no idea what is going on. 

"Willow, come here." Sherlock waves his hand toward her, motioning her to come. She hops up from the couch and rushes to Sherlock's side. 

"What is it?" She asks as she leans over Sherlock's shoulder. As she reads the text she covers her mouth with her pale hand. She removes her hand and walks toward the center of the of room. "Chara..." She whispers. "He found out..." Again and again she whispers. 

"Willow?" I walk towards her, reaching out a hand to her shoulder. 

"He's going to kill her." She whispers and turns around. I automatically notice her pupils...Dilated. "He's going to kill me." Then she falls back.

-----Willow POV-----

I see it all. He's finally going to do it. I feel myself falling. Around me is only fire and smoke. I quickly stand up. I look around franticly, smoke, smoke is all there is.

"Willow!" I hear a high voice cry. No. In front of me there are two figures. 

"Alistair! Hurry! Come along, we need to get out." The taller figure shouts. Long dark, curly hair. The smaller silhouette hurries  behind. 

The smaller figure is a small boy with short, dirty blonde, hair. It's him. The three year old boy. The six year old girl. Running from the fatal fire. But this isn't how it happened? Right? 

"Sister," Alistair begins to cough. I myself as a child, turns to him. 

"Come on! We haven't anytime!" 'I' whine. Younger me reaches out for his hand. Then the explosion. We both fly back. 'I' get up after quickly. Willow looks over to Alistair and screams. Though I can't hear it. Everything goes silent. 'I' run to my brother, cry, then run away from the screaming fire. I left him. My brother. 

I start going backward, falling very slowly. I glance toward my dead brother. I go faster and faster now. 

I fall to the floor. The floor of 221B Baker street. I exhale sharply and look towards the ceiling. John stands above me. A voice fades into my mind. John is speaking to me. Then Sherlock.

"Willow..." The voice echos and I don't know who it is. 

-----John POV-------

Willow falls to the ground. Within seconds she is glaring at the ceiling. I don't understand. 

"Willow?" Sherlock and I ask. Sherlock more demanding. Naturally. 

I look down at her. And then my phone goes off. It's him.

Now.

"Sherlock," I look up at him. "We need to go." He doesn't respond right away, he slightly shakes his head and rushes toward the stairs, pulling on his coat and wrapping his scarf around his neck. I look back down at Willow who seems to be looking straight at me. 

"We have to go." She says getting up, her eyes dead. "There's a lot to expect." She says walking after Sherlock. I follow after. 

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We enter the pool area, there are more people than Moriarty. There are two others. As Sherlock, Willow, and I enter the pool illuminating room, Willow freezes. There stands the three figures, one man, a woman, and a monster. The female looks down at the floor, refusing to make any eye contact. Willow steps behind Sherlock. Her eyes are wide, she's afraid. 

"Chara..." She whispers.

"Hello Willow," The man says, not Moriarty. Then the girl steps forward.

"Look, I tried to stop them. I truly did Willow." She begs. 

"Shut it!" The man with blonde hair growls. The girl cowers back. 

"Now, now, no need to be feisty." I hear Jim sings. The he looks at Willow, "Come out dear, someone wants to say hi." He grins. 

"Come on Willow, I'm waiting." The man with blonde hair steps into light.

"Willow? You know this guy?" I ask her and she shakes her head in response.

"Oh Willow, I really think you do. You know me!" He says stepping closer, Sherlock pulls out his gun and points it to the man's face. "So you have a boyfriend now? That's surprising because I truly thought no one loved you. I mean you never loved me. So how can you love and be loved." He says mockingly. 

"I always loved you." She whispered. 

"YOU LEFT ME TO DIE" He yells. 

"Who are you?" Sherlock asks still pointing the gun at him, he doesn't respond. "Willow, who is he?" He asks again.

"Sherlock, there's no need to worry." She finally peeps. She gently grabs his hand and lowers it.

-----Willow POV-------

There, in front of me, is him. My brother. Alistair. 

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