Superwholock: The Upbringing (Moved To Different Account)

Chapter 1: The Start of it All

Asyria's POV
221 B. Baker Street
"Bored John! Bored!!", yelled Sherlock as he continued to shoot at the smiley face painted on the wall... again. Before Sherlock could shoot another bullet, I quickly grabbed the gun and punched Sherlock in the face, causing him to stumble backward onto the desk behind him.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!! You could have killed someone on the other side of that damn wall!!!!", I screamed. This was the fifth time this week that this has happened this week. And I am annoyed as hell. Sherlock slowly got up, wearing the same blank expression and said, "Oh, they're fine. I see that you're still upset about that Japanese cartoon, Black Butler if I'm correct. Something about Alois being a "bitch" as I recall.". Yes, I watch anime. A guilty pleasure.

"Alright, that it-!", I started. But before I could go any further, John, who probably heard us fighting, came up the stairs to find me raising a fist as though I was ready to fight Sherlock. Which, I was.

"What are you two fighting about now?!", asked John, who was obviously sick of having to deal with the two of them for the fifth time that day. I smiled sarcastically and said, "Oh hey there John! I was just telling this baka (idiot) here that he should care if he shot someone on the other side of the wall THAT HE WAS JUST SHOOTING WIT YOUR GUN!!!". Sherlock rolled his eyes and said, "They're fine quitover-reacting. Do you have to be a mo- ". Before he could finish, I tackled him down and went for his throat, causing him to drop his gun. John started to panic and tried to get me off of Sherlock.

"Myra!! Help?!", yelled John, who was desperate for help, in fear that if no one came in time, then Sherlock really will be dead. And he will be once I'm done with him!!

I continued to punch his face and right before I could knock him out for good, a voice said behind me, "If you don't stop right now, I'll take away every single 'Lord of the Rings' merchandise you own and burn it in front of you.". No!! Not my Frodo!!!

I immediately jumped off of Sherlock and growled, "Not happening bitch.". Myra smirked and said, "Well now it won't". I smirked back, but it quickly faded as I saw Myra's face morph into something unnatural. Her mouth now too wide, her forehead caved in.

"So it's gonna be the end of the line soon huh?", I thought. Suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain through her skull, causing me to wince.

"Are you okay?", She asked. The morphed figure slowly turning back to normal. I gulped before saying, "Yeah I'm fine. I'm just gonna go and take a walk.". Myra was obviously suspicious about that, but she just nodded her head. I quickly walked out of the apartment, feeling her eyes burn into my back.

As I walked out the door, I felt Myra looked out the window to see me take a cab.

It's almost time. I sighed as I rode in the cab. If I stayed any longer, I would be found by them. The hounds would get to me then. And they would most certainly try to kill me. When I looked out the window and found myself on a familiar road. One I never thought I'd see again.

"Hey, I was supposed to be at the park. Why are we at Resurrect Road?", I asked. The man turned around and smirked. When he looked at me I felt a fear wash over me. His eyes were pure black... He's possessed!

"No, no, no!" I shouted, immediately going for door. A gas bloomed inside the compartment, making me feel dizzy. No! I can't go back! Not now! No! No matter how hard I tried to stay awake, but I was lulled into the darkness. I was being sent to the one place I never wanted to go again...
Home.

Myra's POV
As I watched the cab drive away, I grumbled, "Take a walk my ass". While I sat down in Sherlock's chair, I heard Sherlock groan.

"What happened?", Sherlock asked. John looked at him with a worried look and said, "Well... how can I say this... Asyria tried to choke you. And out of nowhere, she runs out the door to god knows where.". John then gave Sherlock some tea to help with his breathing. Sherlock nodded a thank you to John and they both drank tea in silence.

After they both finished their cuppa, John said, "Where do you think Asyria is going?". Sherlock shrugged his shoulders as I began to pace the room with the phone to my ear. Apparently, there is no record with the cab that Asyria took. This is gettin weirder by the second. Where the hell is she?! I sighed and hung up, starting to become frustrated. Sherlock nodded and before we knew it, we ran straight out the door, down the stairs, and at last we were outside and in a taxi.

"So where is she going?", asked John. Sherlock looked at him and said, "She hasn't answered Myra's calls so that could mean two things. One: She could have her phone off. Two: She may be kidnapped and sent to her old house. But it is most likely the latter.". I literally felt John's eyes widen. As we stepped inside the cab, I couldn't help but wonder one question... Why would someone take her there?

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

"Hello?", "John, where are you? You were supposed to help me make dinner.". He forgot to make dinner? I put two fingers together and rubbed them in the "For-Shame" gesture. John rolled his eyes and began to talk to Mary on the phone.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Sherlock simply shrugged and looked out the window. He hasn't said a word since his theories, so I'm pretty worried. John saw this and rolled his eyes, looking out the window, wondering why this was happening at all.

"When she was staring at you, did you notice something?", asked Sherlock. I paused to think and said, "No. Nothing out of the ordinary. Why?", "It's just... never mind. Probably just my imagination.".

"What did you see? You can tell me you know." I said, unconvinced of what he said. "Alright. But don't blame me if you think I'm mental. When she was stating at you, I thought I saw her eyes go red.".

"Well maybe you were drugged." I said, trying not to think of the worst. Sherlock then said "Good point. But... how could it get in my system and how exactly can something like that feel so real?".

After a long period of time, the taxi stopped in front of an old house that looked as though it was haunted.

"Sherlock... We're here".