Sherlock

Teenage years

And beyond

Sherlock looked at the invitation, to a dance. He knew he wasn't good at dancing. At only seventeen years old he wasn't very interested, in what sort of social interactions would take place. His brother who was only a couple of years older, all ready had a degree in law.

Sherlock all ready had an idea of the young woman, that was going to accompany him to the dance. She was only a year younger, than Sherlock and he thought her beautiful. So he decided to confront her.

"Molly" he said smiling down at her.

"S-Sherlock hello was their something you wanted to talk to me about?" she asked, looking up from her book.

"Y-yes I was w-wondering, if you would like accompany me, to the ball on Thursday?" Sherlock suggested. Molly sighed.

"I would love to, thank you" said Molly pushing her book away, which accidentally thunked into someone's elbow.

"Great, ill see you on Thursday at 7 o' clock?" asked Sherlock. Molly nodded. Sherlock smiled at her, one of his heart melting smiles.

That Thursday Molly was sitting in front of her dressing table pinning back her hair with one hand, and curling another part with the other. She quickly, tied her sash around her waist and sprinted out of the door. When she got to school, she quietly walked up the steps. She heard music playing, from inside as she stood waiting on the steps. Molly sighed and absent mindly moved about, making her skirt swirl around her legs. Sherlock walked up behind her, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. Molly breathed in suddenly.

"You scared me!" she hissed as he held her hand.

"Sorry…" mumbled Sherlock, looking down at his shoes. Molly smiled. "You look beautiful" said Sherlock, looking at her dress.

"T-thank you" she said nervously clicking the heels, of her shoes together. Sherlock offered her his arm. Molly giggled, and threaded her arm through his. They climbed the stairs together, and entered the ball.

Sherlock took her hand, and guided her towards the floor.

"Do you want to dance?" he questioned looking down at her. Molly smiled and nodded. Sherlock squeezed her hand, and led her into the middle of the floor. Molly scanned the room, for other couples, there weren't many.

Sherlock took Molly's right hand in his left, and placed his right on her waist. Molly gulped. They slowly started dancing, and when Molly felt more confident, she put her head on Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock smiled as they slowly danced. This was turning out to be better than they had both expected. As they danced, Sherlock looked down at Molly. Who had her eyes closed, she looked beautiful.

"Sher-lock?" asked Molly, pulling herself closer to him.

"What is it? What's wrong?" said Sherlock looking down at her. Molly shivered. "Are you cold?"

Molly shook her head. Sherlock looked around the room then the lights went out. He heard the screams of other students, trying to run to the hall doors. Sherlock grabbed Molly's hand and dragged her across to the door, in the far corner of the gym.

They quietly climbed the steep stairs, to the top floor. And they stumbled across a body.

"Oh my god!" hissed Molly, looking a beautiful blonde young girl lying in a pool of her own blood. Sherlock didn't seem bothered at all. He knelt down next to the body, and held her wrist.

"She's been dead for about five minutes…and she's diabetic…blood type b+" said Sherlock, then he looked up at Molly, seriously. Molly looked terrified. "Are you okay? 'Cause you don't look so good". Molly put her hand over her mouth.

"Excuse me…for a second" she mumbled and ran to the toilets. Sherlock frowned, the body wasn't that mangled. He checked the body for markings, then ran back to the hall. He went up to one of Molly's friends called Ashleigh.

"Sorry to disturb you but, do you know where's Molly is?" he asked her.

"I saw her in the toilets a couple of minutes ago, she was very pale" explained Ashleigh. Sherlock nodded, and ran a hand through his hair.

"Okay…thanks" he mumbled and ran in the direction of the toilets. He stopped at the girls toilets. Sherlock quickly looked around him, and checked that there was no one else in the toilets. "M-Molly you okay?" he said loudly. He heard her being sick. Sherlock leant against the door. Molly opened it, she screamed.

"This is the girl's toilets!" she hissed. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"So…what's you problem?" he asked, shaking his head. He looked up at the girl. "Oh…im so sorry…oh god…have you seen Molly?" he asked. The girl shook her head, and slammed the door in his face. Sherlock sighed. Just then another girl came into the bathroom. She screamed, when she saw Sherlock.

"This is the girl's toilets you know?" she said angrily. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Sorry…I had better go then" he mumbled and went out of the room. He retraced his steps, and went to where Molly had nearly fainted before. Then he heard a crunch…

He looked down, and she was lying on the floor, obviously unconcious. In a pool of blood

"Oh…that's not good…M-Molly, can you hear me?" said Sherlock, kneeling down beside her. Her head twitched, she wasn't dead. She slowly moved her head.

"S-Sherlock…is that you?" she mumbled. Just then a man hit Sherlock over the head, and he fell down next to Molly. His head hit the floor, his hair streaked with her blood. "Oh my god, what have you done!" screamed Molly, looking at Sherlock then up at the man.

The man ignored her and pulled her up, he tied her hands together, and put duck tape over her mouth. He dragged her, screaming out of the school and threw her in the back of a car.

Later that night Sherlock woke up, and he carefully pulled himself off the floor.

"Erggh…wait, where did Molly go?" he asked himself. He scanned the room and quickly checked the whole school, nothing. Then he got a text.

Help me…im dying

Xxx

MH

Sherlock frowned angrily. He ran back to the hall, and found Molly's phone. He then checked his mobile, but it said Unknown Contact from the text. Sherlock sighed.

"I'll find you, whatever it takes" he whispered.