This was it. This was the night of her death. She didn't want to believe it, accept it, no, she wanted more.
Bullets rang and echoed in the cold night, a few flying past her head and the rest barely missing her arms.
"What's the use of killing me if you need me?" She hollered, dark brown eyes searching for something, anything that she could use.
"He'll deal with it!" The man responded, firing another bullet at her head.
She ducked and skidded around a corner as she joined the main road.
"Yeah, he'll deal with you!" She called back, "And your head will be lopped off!"
Her eyes finally stopped on two men. Two men, she knew very well. They didn't know her, they didn't even know each other well.
She came to a halt and whipped around with her hands flying up, "You wouldn't dare fire off a gun in this crowd. I'm sure someone around here could...retaliate."
He didn't seem to catch her drift and moved slightly closer towards her, "They'll all scatter like the disgusting ants they are."
She narrowed her eyes, "You are one sad little man, aren't you?"
He snorted, eyes gaining a dark look to them, "Well, we all can't be geniuses, sweetheart."
"Genius, me? I'm high-functioning, not incredibly intelligent. Get it right." She stated with a smirk, head tilting to the side slightly.
He placed the gun at her heart, finger already on the trigger. She didn't even blink, her eyes fearless as she gazed into his, "Have fun explaining this to him."
Bang
Two men stopped as the sound rang through the air which was followed by a loud 'thump'. It was almost an immediate reaction as the street emptied, leaving only two other individuals. One was holding a gun, the other in a puddle of their own blood.
"How a-are you…" The gun-toting man began, eyes going wide as he looked at the woman he just shot.
Then to the amazement of them all, she pushed herself up and punched the man in the face, "That's for me to know…" She paused to cough, blood flying out of her mouth as she did so, "And for you to never, ever find out."
The woman stumbled slightly, her eyes flying to her hands, "Not here." She muttered, looking around until she met the two men's eyes.
There was no shock in her eyes, no fear, no pain. Almost as if she wasn't really there. The woman's eyes slammed shut as a streetlight suddenly grew very bright, she paused as if in confusion before nodding.
The light died down to reveal that the woman was gone, the shooter was dead, and a chiming phone was the only thing left behind.
Sherlock Holmes was not one to be surprised, but when a woman who is shot directly in the heart gets up and punches a man, he can't help himself.
Black woman with a northern accent, possibly in her late thirties, single, very intelligent, high pain tolerance, travels a lot… His thoughts paused for a second as he remembered her punching him, ...Trained in hand to hand.
The annoying chiming of a phone dragged him back into reality and he looked at the dead man once more. The phone lit up from inside the man's pocket, the chiming muffled slightly by the fabric.
He got the phone out and it turned on once he looked at it, One new message? He thought, looking at the blinking words before pressing it.
The phone froze for a second until a woman's voice began playing, "Hello, Holmes. We haven't met before and we never will. Well...Not right now, and most definitely not in this body. Getting off track, if you want to know more I have a contact that knows everything about me. I can't say much cause it's hush-hush, you know what I mean, but his name starts with M. You also can't call him with my phone, yeah I knew you were gonna do that, he blacklisted me when I sent him the correct codeword. Don't worry about hunting me down, I usually find myself meeting those who want to meet me in the oddest of places. Now...I believe you have a cabbie to find…"
John, who had been silent for a few minutes, looked up, "A cabbie?"
The phone chimed once more, "Who do we trust, even though we don't know them? Who passes unnoticed wherever they go? Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?"
"How does she know about that?" John asked, looking quite bewildered at what she just said.
This time the phone didn't even chime, "I know everything, it's an unfortunate curse, John." The woman coughed a little once she said his name, "I even knew I was going to get shot through the left ventricle, and I knew that you both were nearby." She gasped as the message got a little more staticky, "And I knew waking up this morning that today would be my last day. But, please, do keep this in mind. I want you two to continue on, forget about little old me." The static grew even louder, "'Cause you won't find my-" The message dropped, a steady beep echoing through the empty street.
Sherlock looked at the phone in annoyance, "She's controlling the phone from a second phone." He stated as the phone's password was entered automatically, She wants me to look through her phone? He questioned silently, looking at the phone as it scrolled through the contacts.
There were only four contacts, one obviously being an ex, two being friends or relatives and the other the mysterious M.
The phone then went to her mail, and unsurprisingly it was empty. Emptied recently. The phone exited out then went to her texts, which were all cleared.
Sherlock stood up and looked at John, "Her phone was recently cleared of everything, emails, texts, phone numbers." He looked at the phone as his eyes narrowed.
Two words appeared on the screen, well a name actually, "Taylor Temmer." He said, looking at the name and memorizing it for the future.
"What?" John asked as he wasn't really paying and was instead looking at the dead man.
"Her name, it's Taylor Temmer." Sherlock shoved the phone into his pocket and began walking away, "Keep up John."
John looked at him in disbelief, "You're just leaving?"
"She said to forget about her so I'm just following her dying wish." He responded with an emotionless look on his face.