Mae Blaine {Missing, Missing, Missing}

(A SHERLOCK HOLMES FAN-FIC)

A puddle splashed when a foot plunged into its centre, the foot of Mae Blaine. The rhythmic drum of footsteps, echoed off walls of the dark alleyway. She pumped an endless amount of energy into her feet; she was growing tired and limp. Her body couldn't fight with the substance inside her.
She dropped and lay on her back, useless. The mixture of drug abuse and insomniac nights had gotten to her at the worst of times as if they sensed vulnerability.
The atmosphere grew thick, with regret and unwanted happiness. She screamed soundlessly, all that was and could come out of her mouth was blood; and if no-one will find her, she will die. Her deduction skills and superior psyche were rendered simple minded.
Flash blacks played, like a broken tape on rewind stopping at one scene, repeating it over and over.
You are just like me.
You are just like me.
You are just like me.
You'll see.

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