Disclaimer: I doth not own sher to the lock (sherlock)... that beith all
Prologue
"Let's play a game"
Come now Marabelle let's play a game.
The young girl clung limply against the wall. Her hallow eyes staring aimlessly off into the distance.
Let's play a game, a game of clue.
She could see the welcoming bustle of life peeking into the dark alley. But she made no move to leave the light hum of a street lamp above her. The halo of light glowered harshly down on the sinister glisten of red that consumed her into the mark of the dead. She no longer belonged to the lively world before her. She belonged in the shadow.
It begins with a name, just one little name.
But she had to press further. Had to leave her comfortable world of isolated darkness in which she so long belonged.
Oh don't worry nothing will happen to you.
Had to play...
But only if you play right
Had to play the game.
She exhaled deeply, outstretching her bloody hand to the light of the separate world. It wasn't a choice that she had to move sometime. And as the light that filtered past her tiny fingers dissipated from the eclipsing form of a couple blissfully wondering by, she knew it wouldn't be long.
So let's make sure to meet Sherlock Holmes okay?