Beautiful Liar

Final Destination: Part Two

I'm scared. You know, I've never bothered to feel, I've never had the need. Killing Edward all those years ago was the start of my demise; I chose to not to feel. All of the agents sent to kill me, I chose the wrong route there. It took a short walk through a field to clear my head. I had asked myself many questions, even questioned my existence for a little while. Everything was on fire for quite awhile and the was raging on; In my mind and right in-front of me. A long time ago, fear and feelings were no longer options. There was no room to do such things. However Ladies and Gentlemen, this story isn't all doom and gloom. I did meet John and Sherlock and for some time, my life had gained that normality I craved. I guess my rule not to feel soon drifted away when I met the boys. Then obviously I met Jim and well, you know the rest of the tale. I'm scared. And that's not be choice. There's so many questions that I've left unanswered. Peter for example. He set me up and now, he was gone. That's another one ticked off. But there's no way, no way, I can go back into my old ways again. I just can't. For my family's sake and for the planet's.

ACROSS EUROPE:

"THE SEARCH FOR JULIET MORIARTY, MOTHER OF ONE AND WIFE OF THE FAMOUS JIM MORIARTY; HAS CONCLUDED TODAY. AFTER SEVERAL WEEKS OF SEARCHING, INTERPOL AND THE METROPOLITAN POLICE HAVE CONCLUDED THEIR SEACH WITH MINIMAL EVIDENCE. THE FEW LEADS RECIVED ARE REPORTED TO HAVE BEEN WEAK. MR MORIARTY AND FAMILY FRIEND, SHERLOCK HOLMES, HAVE BOTH MADE PLEAS FOR JULIET TO CONTACT THEM. GREG LESTRADE OF THE METROPLITAN POLICE HAS MADE A SHORT PLEA TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC. ASKING: 'IF ANYBODY HAS ANY INFORMATION PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO CONTACT OR EMAIL.' ONE QUESTION ON EVERYONE'S MINDS IS THIS, WHERE IS JULIET NOW?"

PRESENT DAY: SIX WEEKS LATER: BELGUIM:

My heart seemed to be racing, nothing stopping it or slowing down. It'd been several weeks since the initial attack, Jim and the others still in my thoughts. But to be honest, I wasn't exactly sure where I was. France, or maybe Belgium. What about Ellie? She was still with the next-door neighbours. Did they know? Had Jim told them? All of these questions, all of the suffering was too much to take in. My family needed me, but what use was I here? Closing my eyes once more, I lay back down onto the concrete floor. Sweat-beads dripped down from my forehead, resting on my chest and on the palm of my hands. The temperature was sweltering and I could not stand this heat any longer. The sound of a chain rattled in the distance, a key maybe? Daylight soon flooded the inside of the room and the outline of a shadow moved closer the door. Lifting my head up, I tried to make out who exactly it was. A tall, lanky man came into view. He wore a fitted suit and smug grin,

"Good Afternoon." The man's tone was sharp and sounded almost British. I looked up and met the man's piercing blue eye's,

"Who are you? Where the hell am I?" A slim but muscular hand was offered to me, however, I chose to ignore it and continue staring,

"I am, shall we say, a forgotten man. A man of many pasts. As are you, my dear. Oh yes, I know all about your dealings. The Prime Minsters son? Kieran Howarth? Ian Gower? Lewis Poole? The list goes on and on, doesn't it? Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Jackson. Jackson Scott Holmes." No. He couldn't be? The third brother? No. My mouth fell open at the revelation. As far as I was concerned, there was only two brothers. Why hadn't Sherlock told me about this? Looking away from the piercingly blue eyes, I took a long, meaningful breath,

"Well then, Jackson. Please, I need to go home. I need to find my baby. She has to have her mother, please." I pleaded carefully. Jackson took a step forward and held out his arm again. Gracefully releasing his hand in the process,

"I'm afraid that isn't possible. Not right now. Please Juliet, accept my hand and stand. You look a sorrowful sight down there." He said smoothly. Nodding, I placed a hand onto his rather large one and raised myself up off of the floor. "There, isn't that much better? Come. I must show you something." Jackson made to exit, but I remained in place. This man was certainly not trustworthy to say the least,