This is my first story so please be kind.
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It's rated M for violence and language, and maybe some other things later on, not really sure where it's heading just yet.
This is just to see if people actually like my writing, so please favorite, follow, review, or pm me and let me know how I'm doing, if I need to change anything, or if i'm completely wasting my time with this.
Just in case; I don't own Sherlock, or any of the characters, except my OC!
-Rex-
Prologue:
Her pace remained slow and steady as she walked down the deserted street her electric pink heels clicking loudly, echoing off the buildings around her. She looked around, cautiously, making sure she wasn't being followed. She sighed, knowing she was mostly just being paranoid. She ran her fingers through her hair, brushing some loose strands from her eyes.
As she crossed an abandoned road, ignoring the "No Walk" sign that glared at her with its brilliant orange light. As she passed the familiar buildings on her street, her attention was grabbed by a strange noise down a nearby alley. She stared down the alley, squinting her eyes as much as possibly, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. She turned away from the alley with a shrug once the silence returned. However before she could move more than two steps toward her home, the noise from the alley occurred again, but this time louder. She turned and stared into the darkness of the alley again, trying her best to make her eyes focus. She slowly walked into the alley, toward the sound, becoming enveloped in the alley's utter darkness. She began to look around, praying silently that it was just a stray digging digging through the trash. She slowly readjusted the purse on her shoulder. Her eyesight strained against the dim moon lit alley. She moved further, deeper into the abyss, listening only to the strange noise that lay somewhere in the gloom ahead of her. A crunch of a can behind her made her quickly turn around. Before she could focus her eyes on anything, her body went rigid as a loud crack resonated over the brick walls. The bullet tore through her chest. She opened her mouth to scream, but all that escaped her lips was a raspy gasp for air. Her breathing increased to quickened, panic gasps as she stumbled backwards, dropping her purse and clutching the wound on her chest. Blood trickled through her fingers and down her jumper. She struggled to see the silhouette of the person in front of her. Her legs gave way beneath her, as another gunshot filled her ears. The second bullet splintered her collar bone and tore out through her shoulder blade. She crumbled to the ground face forward, with a soft thud. Her trembling hands attempted to find a proper fitting on the ground, wanting to stand back up. She felt a sharp pain as a bony knee was planted on her back, shoving her face down in to the musty cement. Her eye sight began to cloud, as her attacker whispered something to her. However her heart thrashing against her chest was the only thing she could hear as her brain tried to process that she was in fact, dying.
The pressure from her back quickly lifted and she was able to take in a pained gasp of air, though it didn't do much for the pain in her chest. A familiar face came into her clouded vision, but it was only her seeing things. Her breathing began to slow as her body temperature slowly dropped. She felt the cold ground beneath her and the frigidness of the crisp early morning air. She felt the warmness of her own blood as it stained through her clothes and was beginning to coagulate on the cement around her. She slowly crawled forward, using what little strength she had left to escape the complete darkness of the alley around her. She watched as the streetlight in front of her began to turn blurry. She blinked furiously and reached out; her voice broke and cracked as she tried to yell for help. Blood trickled from her mouth as she laid her head back down on the ground. She let out her last few pained gasps of air. Her lifeless blue eyes remained open, staring blankly at the brick wall of the alley. Her crimson blood turned black on the frozen ground around her.