Sherlock Holmes

Chapter15-Damaged

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I know, long time since I haven't updated! But umm, sorry! Surprise Update! ;p

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I was frozen. All I could see was watery blue eyes of a small kid pointing a gun at me. While a gang member was holding me down. 

If I managed to get his filthy hands off of me, then they will hurt the kid. He is already seen enough, I don't want him to get physically hurt as well. I don't know what to do. All I wish right now was to have stayed with Mycroft. This poor kid pointing a gun at me is eternally damaged because of me.

I am so sorry. 

I mumble out, "Please. Let the kid go."

The gang member holding me out starts laughing, "Why would we do that?"

I try to move my arms but he was holding them tight. Think Luna. Think. 

I try looking up at the gang member, "Do you even wonder why that man that you just knocked out was holding a gun at me in the first place?"

The gang all laugh and the one holding me says, "Do you think we care?"

I smirk, "Do you even wonder who exactly I really am?"

His grip on my arms tighten, "No. Kid, shoot now."

I look up at the kid, "Don't do it. Don't. Its alright. I will get you out of here."

The man kicks me in the stomach again and my face contacts the ground, leaving my left side of my face with scratches. I get up on my knees and I aim a kick right at the gang members chin. He flungs backwards and I quickly reach for the kids gun but the member holding the kid kicks me right in knee. I stop my face from hitting the ground by my hands, still in cuffs!

The man who was holding the kid grabs the kid by the collar again and shakes his whole body, "I said shoot the dirty bitch in front of you!" He screams at the kid. 

I take a deep breathe in and think. What causes people to go insane? Or, in simple words, what does Sherlock do best? Annoy the heck out of people by literally telling them what they did that week.

I look up at the gang member holding the kid and look around at the rest of the gangs. They all looked young, all with bandanas but no weapons. Have they ever used a gun? Do they know how it works? Of course, everyone knows how to use a gun! 

I sigh and stare up at the gang, "Wow, this is the first time I have ever seen a gang so reckless and worthless and stupid and can I keep going or do you guys get the point?"

A gang member behind me kicks me in the stomach, again.  I can feel one of my ribs digging its way out of my body right now, ugh can't cry now Luna. Protect the kid, keep talking. 

I cough some blood and start laughing, "Gosh you guys get insulted so easily! Come on, you call yourself men?"

As I was about to say another insult, they grab my hair and pull it. Making me face the stupid gang member.

He says, "Do you really want to die?"

I spit on his face, "Not today no"

He pulls my hair even harder, "Thats it!"

He pushes me to the ground and grabs the gun from the little boy, he aims it right at me.

I smile, "Go ahead shoot." If he shoots me, then they will run away, leaving the kid behind me. All good, or he takes the kid with him, but I will not let that happen. Still haven't figured out that scenario. 

He gets the gun ready and I stand up smiling. He smirks and starts moving the gun towards the kid. 

Then everything after happened a bit too fast for me, he shoots the kid, I jump in front of the kid. And the bullet hits my arm. The gang drops the gun and starts running away while the kid can not stop screaming. I look up at the little boy and smile.

I say, "Hey shh, we made it! We're hero's!"

The kid keeps on screaming, so I put my arms, which were still tied with cuffs around him. Hugging him very tight while he keeps screaming. The rain was still pouring hard and the sky was dark. I started to get blurry because of losing blood but all I could think about was how happy I am that the kid didn't get shot. 

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