221B Baker Street

Bloody Snap

A/N: I reread this chapter and I noticed some mistakes, I will go back and fix them. I will also be fixing some story errors so bear with me.
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Colors filled the room, one color had a stronger presence than the others, and it was a slightly dark green. It somehow mixed really well with it's surroundings, some lighter red's also flitted across the room more than other colors. The lounge of the hotel seemed to have a home-er atmosphere than what typical ones do. The front desk doesn't seem like that of the hospitals where it's so official and out of place it was more of a bar that even had drinks up front. People chattily sat about in content conversation, some would talk to others and introduce themselves because the atmosphere was so relaxed. Somehow that all changed when one man walked through the doors. A shorter fellow with glasses, a beanie that only let a slight peek of his green and fuzzy hair, his more of a punk rock style. He had a cutoff shirt of Pierce The Veil on over a black undershirt and black knee high converse that complemented his black skinny jeans.

When I heard the girl at the front desk giggle I realized I must have been gawking so I turned away sheepishly. It just had to be the time I just got back from the gym that a new person comes to stay at the same tiny hotel as me. Everyone knows everyone in this hotel, we all get along, and every week we eat together. Well I guess I should just go up quietly and take a shower, no changing the past right? Gathering my bag I held the two smaller handles that I'd velcroed earlier. as I walked the bag rubbed on my leg, twisting slightly as my calf would come back and smack against the back side of the bag, the front only bending forward when it was trying to compensate only to get hit by my knee. Placing my headphones into my ears one at a time with my open hand, I used that time to close the distance between the desk and the elevator. Reaching down after "Island of Yours" began to play I pressed the button which caused the white ring to turn blue. A yawn washed over me as I stepped into the elevator not bothering to turn back around I let my bag drop to the floor as I pulled my phone out of my back left pocket, my iPod shifted as I shifted weight as it stayed in my back right pocket. As I sent out a tweet I felt a tug on my pant leg, I saw a small girl crying, terrified. Pausing my music I took out my headphones as I bent at the knees, letting my headphones lay on my neck, strung over both shoulders.

"What's wrong?" As any normal human being would ask a small crying child. What? I'm supposed to be creative right? She hiccuped as she tried to slow her high pitched babble, her gibberish words everywhere as her body trembled. Raising a hand I placed it gently on her head, as I started to pet her hair she began to calm down, "Shhhh, you're okay, you're okay." As soon as those words left my mouth she stopped crying, she still had small salty streams trickling down her cheeks as she had sharp intakes of breath. Taking one final gasp of air she began to talk, in a small frightened but cute and very soft voice.

"Mr. there's a man running after me, he caused my mom and dad to spit red stuff and they wouldn't talk to me after they fell down." Welp. Noted.

"Do you remember what he looked like?" I clicked the button for my floor on the elevator, she shook her head at an amazing rate up and down.

"Yep look!" She pulled out a bloody iphone, fingerprints of not only hers in red but an older looking persons. Judging by the case cover I'd say her mother's. Leaning in I scrunched my eyes so I could see the dark screen, the person's hat and jacket looked familiar. A face flashed in my mind. I know who did it. If I tell the cops they'll probably make me join their ranks and such and I'm not comfortable around guns. Maybe I turn him in anonymously, or pretend to take a selfie and send in a picture and not worry about how I have a photographic memory and I don't have to be questioned, and say it just happened. "You look like you just saw a ghost Mr. are you okay?" I smiled and shook my head before reassuring her that I was fine.

"Tell you what, go to the police and ask them to take you to Ben & Jerry's ice cream shop at 7:30 for ice cream. But you can't go earlier or later than then okay?" she seemed confused but nodded eagerly, I handed her money for her to get ice cream and picked up my bag. Stepping into the elevator I hurriedly smashed the button #4, however, I forgot I tend to not look cause I already know exactly where it is from seeing it the first time I even moved in here.