Born To Be Wild~Enola Holmes [ON BREAK]

6. "Do we want to find you?"

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The two girls walked the abandoned street, the air was thick and there was a small amount of people huddled around. They were both tense, reading the signs as they passed.

They both saw a woman with a little girl, homeless and ripped up clothes. They looked at each other with sympathy before heading on.

Once reaching a door, they noticed a pink ribbon. It layed on the lock. Enola felt the ribbon, being reminded of her gift. It was the same ribbon her mother wore, it was the same ribbon on her gift and it was the same ribbon Eudora use to put in Emilia's hair.

Enola and Emilia opened a side window, pulling themselves in but struggling with the dress. The room was  filled with canisters and bottles. They had been reminded of their science experiences with their mother as a child.

Emilia dropped the liquid in the powder, watching the sparks fly. They both smiled at each other, lightly chuckled breaths.

They both looked at the papers under the ribbon, voting for woman. They looked at the map.

"Microft was right. She is dangerous." Enola told Emilia. Emilia stayed quiet, wishing they were wrong.

"And Sherlock was right, too. She does have a plan." Emilia finished, looking at the weapons and bombs. Both girl's voices were wavering and they were nervous about what could happen.

"What are you planning, Mother?" Enola whispered.

"Do we want to find you?"

They both exited the place, walking down the beaten down alley. Their heels echoed on the bricks and their hands were clasped to their sides.

The man in black hit Emilia's head with a brick, knocking her out cold, while pulling Enola under water. Enola screamed, begging for help.

"I will ask you this only once. Where is the marquess?" He interrogated the soaked lady.

"Now who would that be?" She asked, earning her another time under water. Enola answered a few times but they weren't right for him.

Emilia groaned, the load noises bustling through her head. Her head had a pain unimaginable and her whole body ached from hitting the floor. She touched her head, seeing the blood and started panicking. 

She noticed the man holding Enola under water. Enola laid still, not a finger moving. She moved her head up, butting his head. Emilia stood up fast, feeling dizzy. Both the girls ran. Enola ahead and pulling Emilia's dizzy figure.

The girls breathed heavily on the side of the hall. They both were hiding from the again seen man. The man pulled Enola up from the ground. Emilia sat, still trying to breathe and yet again, very dizzy. She knew Enola could handle it.

Enola fought, leaving the man on the floor. She ran while Emilia speed walked the other way. They knew they would meet again, Enola would surely find her after this was over. Emilia grasped the bricks that were located along the walls. She took off her heels throwing them against the wall and started running. 

Her eyes looked for any signs out. Her hair was a mess, so she completely undid it. Her long hair layered her shoulders and was full of curls. It hid a small amount of the blood. She sat down, head heavy. She laid her head against the wall, laying down and resting. Enola ran, pulling Emilia up from her position after a while. They both ran away from the fire. Emilia looked at it in tears.

Her own thoughts reminded her of her worn-down past and she couldn't understand why she would have to go through that again.

They both sat in the bedroom, Dry tears on Emilia's face and Enola's hand treating her wound. Emilia also helped Enola with her wounds.

"Remember, that time you were trying to save that sheep along the cliff?" Emilia laughed.

"Mother was angry about that one." Enola replied, chuckling.

"It is good to care for the vulnerable, but not if it means risking your life. Sometimes you have to let nature take its course." Emilia mocked mother. He accent seeping through and her voice high.

"We're gonna stop him." 

"What? Who?" Emilia asked.

"We're gonna save Tewksbury." Emilia's face lit up with a smile, standing up.

"He's foolish and proud and utterly ridiculous, but he's on the edge of a cliff."