The Child of Zeus

The Truth

John heard the scream, Sherlock heard the scream, Lestrade heard the scream as he ran in, and Molly heard the scream as it had managed to find its way to escape out of her own lips. The pain was excruciating, more intense than anything she had ever felt before. She raised her hand up to the side of her arm where the pain was screaming from. Blood. She felt her hand immediately become soaked in her own blood. She did her best to asses the damage done in the pitch darkness of the closet. And after struggling to rip off her stained coat she found that the bullet had only grazed her. But there was still a dangerous amount of blood spilling out of the wound. She actually had stopped to think that she was glad she works with dead people, if not she might've not had the stomach to deal with this. She took off her shirt, biting her lip to prevent her from screaming out again as the fabric passed her severed arm. Of course she wasn't planning on sitting in here and bleeding to death, so she tied her shirt around her arm as tight as she could. Clasping one side of the knot in her teeth and the other in her opposite hand. Then she shimmied down to the floor of the closet where she had previously abandoned her jacket and slowly put it back on. 

Sherlock stared back at the closet in shock. Was she even still alive? He contemplated shouting for her but it was too risky, whoever was here with them would know where she was again. "Who's here?" He called out into the darkened abyss. "Who's here? Why are you doing this? If you come out now, no one else has to get hurt."

"Well I should hope not, a decent well-mannered boy such as yourself would never find himself hitting a woman, would he?" Replied a soft, malicious voice from an origin unknown. 

"Woman?" 

"Yes, is that shocking? You assumed I'd be a man didn't you? Why would I leave something as brilliant as this scheme to men? They're half as cunning as women and they always botch it up anyway." 

"Not all men are as daft as you think."

"Oh what you? I'm not afraid of you. And I'm positive I'm still more clever than you are, the great Sherlock Holmes…. Oh that shut you up well. Nothing to say to that? Nothing at all?"

"Why are doing this?"

"I'm sure you've been brought to light about your fan?"

"So Moriarty hired you to be a menace to society, to make all of London scared to go out?"

"Oh no no no, Mr. Holmes, he didn't hire me."

"Then what, this is your favour to him?'

"You really are as daft as I thought you were, Sherlock. This isn't a favour, and he isn't my employer. Why, Mr. Holmes, he's my father."