Childhood Heroes {Sherlock Fanfiction}

Answering Everything

Lillian's POV

After a few hours of wandering, I ended up at Moriarty's office. The best way to get out of here is to be at the very heart. He had his valuable things here, yet there is nothing that could help me. No phone, no computer, or anything to contact the outside world.

There was a button under the desk  and I pressed it without second thoughts. A hidden passageway opened on my left. Bullet quickly rushed into it so I had no choice but to follow. He became invisible in the dark.

"Bullet, come here boy," I called. I raised my hand to a wall and found another switch. Light illuminated the small room full of pictures and documents pinned on one wall. There were computers as well but all were in shut down.

As I wandered deeper into the room, a picture of myself pinned to a wall caught my eye. It was taken years ago, around when I was twelve. A string connected it to a name of a place. My old school. Beside the school's documents were my profiles from the year I started learning there until the most recent one.

I started to take some few steps back to see all these huge web of information with my name in the middle.

. . .

        I've been followed ever since I was adopted by the Morris couple, and they were part of the Marichal's. It was a large group that originated in Belgium that works like the mafia. Their members as well work together and are scattered around the globe.

        Every man has an enemy and this cooperative have a huge grudge over Jim Moriarty and another British initiative with Mycroft Holmes at the helm. The connection between all these names was none other than me.

        The Marichal's thought I was a break in the chain, a weak link that would be a direct hit to Moriarty and Holmes. So, they took me in, keeping an eye on me, expecting to do what they want me to do.

        And I did. When my parents suddenly disappeared, I unknowingly led them to Holmes, however it was only his younger brother.

        The day came when Mycroft did finally arrived and was also the day I was taken.

        Everything on the kidnapping was staged. They drove to the planned meet-up, a crash happens, my father saves me and takes me to a safe house. That was their plan but their only mistake was that lies and truths were never meant to align. I found their flaw and destroyed their plan to use me as bait.

        A fifteen-year-old has not only made their mission become a failure, she had also killed many of their men. Now, they searching for me too. I became one of their new enemies.
       
        On the side note, Moriarty himself has also kept watch over me. He disguised himself as Mr. James, my sixty-year-old Irish neighbor who likes to sunbath in his garden. It explains why the police investigators found he was also not existing when they came to the house.

With a trembling hand, I reached out for the family picture from the wall. It ripped out when I pulled it out of the thumbtack. A drop of salty tear fell on the paper, then another one. An angry groan escaped my throat, knowing the past emotions and feelings are getting the best of me once again.

All the pent-up rage and fury from what happened from the past two days drove me to tear the picture to the smallest pieces. My hands searched for more as I grabbed every picture I could see with the demon's faces in it. I ripped everything and destroyed all I could remember.

None of this was true! Every single thing I believed in was fake! Nothing was REAL! I was only a bait, and when the fish got hooked, I was nothing to them anymore. Used, manipulated, abused, emotions, trust—

Bullet came around and leaned on my leg. I slowly released my hand from curled fists and softly brushed the white fur on his head.

In this vast space of the universe, they had to throw it to my face that I'm nothing special. Would've been better if I was drugged or just tortured for intel.

"They really had to toy with me, huh?" I looked down at Bullet. "Well look where it got them. A failed mission and shortage for body bags."

I sat down beside my dog, leaning my back against the table with the computers. My breathing slowed and heart beat paced calmly, but my mind was always the opposite.

I cared for them while they acted it in return. Was there even anything they gave away sincerely? Bunch of fools running around to get the best of whatever they want. It's a good thing I killed them, watched their soul got sucked out until their last pained breath.

All lives end, all hearts are broken. One thing I learned, caring is not an advantage.