Superwholock: The Upbringing (Moved To Different Account)

Chapter 5: The Worst Encounter

243 Resurrect Rd.

Myra's POV
It has been two hours since we've arrived and there was no sign of Asyria. I was sure that we would find her here. Because Asyria told me that if anything happened, spiritual wise (which she didn't explain) or kidnapped wise, then she would most likely end up here.

"Why would someone come here anyway? It's not like there was something wrong. Was there?" John asked.

When i thought back to it, she did seem kind of... off somehow. At the start of this week, she's been looking and acting paranoid. Random person passes by, and she is already clinging onto my coat or reaching for her pocket knife, which ever since she got kidnapped by Moriarty she kept by her side since. It's like she was hallucinating. Wait, hallucinating? Asyria said something like that before! Something about her life changing, and people going after her... Oh shit.

"SHIT!! We have to find her now!!!" I yelled. Sherlock and I made a run for it, leaving John behind in the dark corner of the house. And for once, I couldn't care less. Besides, he could catch up... I think.

John's POV
"Wait, you two!", I screamed. But with no luck, I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. How do they run that fast?! Well I guess since I'm alone now, I could look around some more. And so I did. I walked down the hallway with my torch(British term for flashlight) in my hand and found a door. I was slightly nervous about what was on the other side, but I eventually opened it to find a little girl's bedroom. I looked for a light switch, which he found, and turned it on. The light above him flickered due to old age and was very dim. That's strange, the lights shouldn't even be working at this point.

Near the bed, I saw a photo frame and picked it up. There was dust all over the glass and I couldn't see. So, I blew the dust off, which ended up on my face and sneezed. With my free hand, I wiped the dust off my face and examined the photo a little closer.

In the photo, there were two little girls holding hands, one wearing a ring on her middle finger and the other wearing a locket. I guess the one wearing the ring was Asyria due to the the fact that it is the exact same ring that she wears today. She looks so happy in this photo.

Smiling at the little girl in the picture, I put the photo down and turned to the door... to find a small child covered in dust crying by the mirror. Alright then? This is...strange.

I couldn't help but feel awkward about all of this. But the girl looked innocent enough to know that I needed to try and comfort her.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" I asked the child. The child lifted their head a little but not revealing her face, but it enough to know that it was a girl and continued to cry, "My mummy left me here when I was asleep. Can you help me?".

I couldn't help but feel suspicious about that part. Who would be mental enough to leave their child in a bloody, old mansion?! But at the same time I felt so much pity for the poor girl smiled at her and said, "Don't worry. Everything is going to be alright.". The girl looked up to reveal crimson eyes and very pale skin, "Thank you mister!".

I slowly helped the girl onto her feet and held her hand as we walked around the house to look for the exit.

After a few minutes of silence and a great lack of light, we finally found the front door.

"Here it is. Oh! By the way, what's your name?" I asked, kneeling in front of the girl, meeting her eye to eye.

"Reyna. My name is Reyna.", "Well Reyna, right when we get out of here, do you want to stay at our flat for a while until we find your family?" I asked, hopeful. Yes, that surprised me too. I don't understand why I wanted her to come back to the flat with us. Maybe it was out of sympathy. The girl's eyes brightened and she nodded excitingly. I laughed and hugged the little girl, not caring one bit if I got dirty.

"Alright then." I said, feeling very happy. Although, Reyna's eyes freaked me out a little bit, she's still a child that deserves to be taken care of. I reached for the door knob and turned it, finding that it wouldn't budge.

I struggled to open the door, even tried to kick it down, but with no luck. I turned around to tell the little girl to stand back, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Reyna?! Reyna where are you?" I yelled. Worried, I began to search for Reyna, but when a loud noise erupted from the otherwise of the door. I turned to it and slowly approached it. Suddenly the door burst open, hitting my head in the process.

Cas's POV
"Finally we get the damn door open!" yelled Dean. The Doctor walked into the room, only to trip over John, and complain that he broke something, which he didn't. At all.

"Oh quit complaining!" yelled Dean. The Doctor who disapproved of Dean's rude behavior, whined, "Castiel! Dean's being mean to me again!". I sighed and pinged the bridge of my nose. They've been fighting for hours. Right when they landed, Dean ran straight out of the T.A.R.D.I.S, before running from house to house on that street. And trust me, there were a lot of houses.

"Alright you two that's enough. All you guy have been doing was fight each other. Get along," I stated, trying my hardest not to yell at them again. But Dean, being stubborn as usual, he shouted in defiance, "You serious Cas?! Get along with HIM?! No way in Hell!".

I was about to tell at them, but Sam, who was deeply annoyed with the two fighting with each other yelled, "SHUT UP!!! Right now we have more serious things to do like finding Asyria and the other people that went with her and here you two are arguing about stupid things like breaking a bone, which you didn't Doctor! And there is an unconscious human being right now! So shouldn't we check if he's okay or not?".

We all stared at Sam with shock written all over our faces. One reason was for Sam's anger. Second, it was from our shock of an unconscious man on the floor. So we all just nodded our heads and quietly apologised to each other before carrying the unconscious man to Reyna's room.

We laid him down on the bed, to of course cause a cloud of dust to fly into our noses.

*Achoo*

"Bless you," Sam politely stated. The Doctor wrinkled his nose and smiled at Sam, silently thanking him. But Dean, who is already in a bad mood looked at the mirror by the door. Even without cleaning the glass, he could already tell that he was filthy. Which he was.

"Great. This is my favorite jacket!" Dean muttered. He looked at the mirror, thinking he saw something.

"Dean, what's wrong?" I asked, slightly nervous. Ignoring me, he looked closer at the mirror and we all heard a voice. A voice that we haven't heard in a long time.

"Get out! Please! Before it's too late!".

Dean backed away from the mirror. It can't be! It's impossible!

"Guys! You might want to come over here," Dean called. We walked towards the mirror and stared into our reflections.

"Please! You have to run! Get out! Just run!".

The Doctor's eyes widened and began to overflow with tears. Sam and me stared in horror at our reflection in the mirror.

Because right behind us, calling out to us... was Asyria. Asyria was trapped within the mirror.