Sherlock Holmes

Chapter Two- Beaten

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Sherlock looked up from the phone and raised his eyebrows, "What has he got to do with you?"

I take another sip, "Clearly you know who that is then?"

He throws the phone back at me and gets up, "Didn't say I did"

I catch the phone, "Oh yea, how did you know it was a he then?"

He stops walking and turns around, "Why do you care?"

I bite my tongue from saying anything else. 

The cold tension between Sherlock and I gets interrupted by John, "Your father is okay and your mother is upstairs, she wants to talk to you"

I quickly get up, "Nope"

I open another cupboard from the table and take out my small bag. It had everything I needed for this trip. I put my hair up and take of my shoes and wear my black heels. 

I start walking out of the living room, John says, "Wait, where are you going?"

I stop walking and turn around, "I have no time, bye"

Sherlock shrugs and starts heading out the door. I follow him.

Once were outside of my house, Sherlock gets annoyed, "Stop"

I stop and so does John, "Yes curly, what do you want?"

He narrows his eyes at me in confusion, "Curly?"

I shrug, "Yes, I am following you. And can you hurry up at least, my mother will come after me"

John looks at us in confusion, "Wait, do you need our help?"

I look at John, "Yes"

Sherlock shrugs, "No you don't. Bye"

John tries to say something but Sherlock starts walking away. I swallow a lump down my throat. He could be watching me right now, ugh what do I do?

I start yelling at Sherlock, "You're an idiot, a smug show off idiot! You don't know what you just got yourself into!"

He ignores me and keeps on walking. I see John smile back apologetically and waves, while Sherlock gets in a cab. I hate him so much, he clearly knows the trouble I am in and he doesn't bother helping. 

I sigh and start calling for a cab. I could hear my mother yelling from outside the house. A cab stops in front of me and I quickly get in. 

I take out my phone and start dialing, finally they pick up, "Yea, plan B...Take my parents somewhere else, I know he will come after them. I don't know where, just make sure they are safe. Thank you so much. I know, I owe you."

I end the call and then I call my mother, she quickly picks up, "..Stop screaming at me. I know. I know. I am sorry. I just wanted to get his attention. Sorry, mom. Stop. Look my plane is here. No, I am on a trip...for school....yea...no Sherlock hates me....no mom I am not heart broken...yea...that's why I am going on the trip because I am heart broken...mom stop, tell dad I am sorry...it was all a set up...that's good that he is okay...look mom got to go. Love you, tell him I love him too. Wait what..look bye mom I am okay...stop screaming, James is with me. The body guard mom." 

I do my best man voice and keep on talking with my mom, "Yea..yes this is James, its alright. She is with me. Yea, no good. good. yes. okay ma'am"

I end the call then I start laughing out loud. I didn't even care that the driver was laughing at my mans voice. I know my parents will start phoning me in just a couple hours. She did not do that much talking because she was taking care of my dad. Oh gosh, I really hope that man won't get to them!

The cab stops and the drivers says, "Baker street"

I give him the money and I get out of the car. Of course I know where Sherlock lives, pretty sure everyone does. I start heading up the street to 221B but then I realize someone is following me. They were expecting me to show up on Baker street. Interesting. 

I stop walking and turn around. I stare right at my follower, black hair with brown eyes. I knew he was the one following me because of his rolled up right sleeve with the watch, meaning he kept looking at the time, waiting for me. And the oversized coat with the hood just shows how he was trying to not be seen. Oh and I can't forget the gun on his belt hidden under his oversized coat. Plus the fact he was the only one that was staring back at me. It was very obvious. His eyes were bloodshot red, meaning he knows my reputation and he knows I will catch him. He is scared. 

I smile at him and start walking towards him. He steps back but did not start sprinting the other way. Ah, he is one of those type of men, think they can beat up a woman. 

I could see him gulp, I loved the feeling of people being scared. I keep on smiling and motion him to follow me into an alley just a few blocks away from baker street. I could feel that he was not scared anymore, well of course, we were in an abandoned alley, and he thought I was going to get my butt kicked...since I was a woman. I hate sexism!

I stop walking and turn around. He was smiling at me, "You, how many men have you killed?"

I smile and shrug, "Lost count"

He points his finger at me, "Pathetic. When I was told that you, a woman, killed so many men. I couldn't help but be the next volunteer to knock you out-"

I interrupt him, "Then why were you scared?"

He glares at me, "I am not scared"

I smirk, "Why did you immediately put your hand over your gun?"

He steps back, "How did you know I had a gun?"

I give him a stupid look, "Um, its sticking out of your jeans?"

He glares at me, "So you're afraid now, I can easily kill you"

I cross my arms, "Awe, but if you used the gun, then you wouldn't really be a hero. You wouldn't have actually defeated me...don't be cheap"

He moves his hand away from the gun, "You want to...fight?"

I stretch, "Yes, I want to fight."

He smirks, "Weakling..."

I smirk, "Then what are you?"

I run up to him and aim a strong kick right across his head. He smacks to the floor. Then I aim another kick right at his ribs, making him flip over to his other side. I kick again. And again. And again. I will not let this sexist man get a chance to lay his hands on me. Then I sit on his torso, and start punching him across the face. I was enjoying this, I felt disgusted that I enjoyed beating the living hell out of a hopeless man. Ah, he wasn't hopeless though, he had a gun. 

I was out of breathe, I had done so much damage to him that he was now knocked out. I reach for his gun and put it in my purse. I look at my hands and see that they were shaking...with the mans blood smeared all over. 

I take slow breathes. It takes my whole energy to beat some one up, then after I feel....so weak. 

I hear a scream and I look up and see an old woman at the end of the alley pointing her finger at the hopeless body and me covered with blood. 

Great. Time to run. 

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