The Holmes Legacy - ON HOLD

Chapter One~

To those of you who are reading this, thank you. Before you get started, I would like to clarify that this is based on the film adaptations of Sherlock Holmes as opposed to the BBC show Sherlock. Both versions of this series are incredible in their own unique ways, but this was written for the timeline and universe of the former. I'm afraid that this is on hold at the moment, but I will try to keep writing for it as best as I can. Thank you again and I hope you enjoy.

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The girl was beginning to awake. It was dark and she couldn't see a thing. Her hands and feet were bound with rope and she was scared. Panic consumed every inch of her being.

What? W-where am I? How did I get here?

She thought of her mother and of her whole childhood, as if she were about to die. She thought of her mother's constant trips to go see the man she adored more than any of her previous husbands. Every time she would come back from a meeting with him, be it intentional or not, she would smile. She loved every moment spent with him and he loved her just as much, or so she had been told. The little girl was left home alone whenever this happened, and her bedtime stories were always filled with the endeavors of this great man.

However, things were... complicated between the two of them.

On occasion, she would hear her mother crying in her room. The door would be shut and her tears, no matter how hard she tried to suppress them, could faintly be heard in the hall. When the little girl would wish her mother a good morning she would often find a pool of tears on her pillow and sheets. It was hard for a child of her age to understand, but she tried as best as she could to figure it out; for as long as she could remember she was hellbent on solving every mystery that came her way.

The girl was brought back to the present by a low rumbling in the distance. She worked out that she was in some type of factory, most likely on the Thames with the rest. As she tried again to open her eyes, she felt a door open in front of her. From this, she was able to deduce that they were keeping her in a specfic room of this factory, but why? Who would ever do this to her and why would they care about a teenage girl anyway? She kept as still as possible, breathing slowly through her mouth to try and fool her captors. It seemed to work as the man that had entered began to yell unintelligbly and closed the door. She sighed softly to herself and began to try and free her hands from the rope. The skin on her wrists began to burn as she relentlessly tried to escape. Time passed, yet it felt like she had just woken up. She began to lose hope and, consequently, her attempts became more desperate. Water was pooling up around her eyes.

So this is how I am to die… I only pray to see my mother once more.

At that moment a noise came from outside the door. It sounded like the man who had come to look at her was yelling. His cries were cut short and everyone in the factory seemed to scream, running towards the man that had fallen. She was able to make out the last word that he had attempted to communicate to his co-workers.

"Holm-"

No. It couldn't be him. He couldn't possibly care about one girl, could he? Unless…

She looked up as if praying to God and whispered something to herself.

"Mother, your angel of mystery came through for me. I suppose he really is as reliable as you believed him to be."

As everything fell silent, she turned to where the door should have been and began to scream as hard as she could, slowly regaining the hope that had seemed so far off only moments ago.

"Here! I am here!"

She could hear faint running and the door swung open. Silence fell over them for a moment, as if this man was examining her. Like she was a precious gem that had to be inspected for flaws or impurities.