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This is my first ever Fan-Fiction post. So if I make a few mistakes please don't judge me too harshly. I would very much appreciate any and all feedback. I want to write a story that is worth reading, so of course I want to hear what I'm doing right, what I'm doing wrong, etc etc.

Also, I apologize in advance if this first chapter bores you. I promise Sherlock will be making his appearance soon enough, and there will be a lot more action.

Enjoy!

"Start from the beginning."

"Alright well I'm almost positive the agents brought me to the ambulance around 10:30 and-"

"No, I meant like the beginning-beginning."

"Oh, okay well it was ten when I heard the first shots-"

"Evee"

My head shot up. The dark skinned woman sitting across from me stared deeply into my eyes.

"Start from the very beginning."

I sighed and held eye contact with her. "It was exactly 8:22 when I walked into my classroom.

"I was late. Again. The room was dark, only the light from the projector allowing me to see my surroundings. My teacher turned and raised his eyebrows at me without missing a word of his lecture. I remember thinking how lucky he should be that I even decided to show up. It was the worst class I had. It started eight a.m. every day and lasted about three hours. The worst part was the fact that I already knew everything. I had failed that class last year by two points. It was because of that F that I would not graduate with the rest of my classmates. So you could say I wasn't fond of that class."

I looked up at my counselor. "Far back enough?"

She slowly nodded her head. I continued.

"I sat at the front of the class, hoping that would force me to focus and pass easily. I also sat in front of one of the classroom doors. I liked being able to see down the long hallway we were placed at the end of. The school was quiet though, and the halls were empty. So I didn't mind so much that the classroom doors were closed.

"I remember looking up at the clock at exactly 9:59. I remember thinking 'oh good, only an hour left'. That was when I heard the first two shots and screams." I paused, focusing on my fidgeting hands, allowing my memories to flood back. "My teacher yelled for us all to get on the ground. We have our own drafting desks, so they were large and easy to hide behind. I remember hearing my classmates begin crying and calling loved ones, some whispering while others couldn't help but cry out. I could hear my teacher calling 911.

"My phone was in my bag, which was on the opposite side of my desk. I sat there, heart pounding, yet still not sure what to think. I wanted to call my family, tell them what was going on, and tell them I loved them. It wasn't till the second round of shots, much louder and much closer, that I started to get scared. I had watched all the TV specials on school shootings and what to do if you're a student, but at that moment none of those insider tips were coming back to me. All I knew was I needed to get ahold of my family.

"More shots rang out, only this time they were in our hallway. There was screaming and running, followed by more shots. I looked around the corner of my desk and saw a strap of my bag. It could easily be reached, and by the sound of things outside our door I was running out of time. I decided to go for it, and quietly crept around the side of my desk, arm outstretched, reaching for that one strap."

I went silent, remembering what happened next. It played out like a movie in my mind. My therapist shifted her weight, making me speak before she was able to.

"That was when the door opened. I looked up to see a man, bloodied and breathless, hovering over me. We locked eyes. He had a pistol in his right hand. He stared down at me, horrified. I stopped breathing, unsure of what I could possibly do now to save my life. I waited, waited for him to shoot me, but instead, he opened his mouth and shakily whispered, 'this is not an exit?' Without thinking I shook my head. His eyes were scared and glossy. That's when he slowly reached into his shirt pocket and grabbed a small piece of folded paper, tossing it down to me. He began to mumble something, but…" I trailed off, the next part slowly seeping back into my mind, every brutal detail.

"But what?"

"But he couldn't finish, because he was then shot six times in the back. My classmates screamed as I moved out of the way of the falling body. I honestly don't remember whether or not I screamed. After a few seconds of quiet I heard someone in the hall changing out a gun clip. After that I heard a deep voice speaking in what sounded like Russian, then what I can only describe as an evil laugh.

"That's when it all started to click. The dead man in front of me wasn't the shooter. I looked closer at his body and saw a FACULTY tag clipped on him. He worked here at the school. He was trying to lead the crazed killer out of the school, and that's why he was looking for an exit.

"As this was all processing through my mind, I almost didn't hear the heavy footsteps headed towards me from the end of the hall. The shooter was headed right to where I was. I began to panic, and started to make my way back behind my desk, but something caught my eye. The dead man's gun lay almost two yards away from me. It was then that I realized I had a decision to make. Go grab the gun and possibly be seen by the killer in the process, or continue to crawl back behind my desk and hope for the best.

"I didn't have much time to think about it, so I began to say a little prayer and lurched forward for the gun, not daring to look anywhere else but at my goal. I grabbed the weapon and stayed lying on my back, knowing it would be impossible to get back to my original spot without being noticed. The heavy steps got closer, and a shadow began to appear. Finally the large shape of a man stood in the doorway, blocking the light. I couldn't see his face or any other feature. I froze, unsure of what was to come next. I continued praying in my mind. After what felt like years the figure took a quick step forward and that's when I…did it."

"When you did what?"

"When I shot him."

"Do you remember where you shot him?"

"No, I just remember aiming for the center mass."

"And do you remember how many times you shot?"

"No, I only remember pulling the trigger as many times as it would let me until the gun was empty."

"Alright so then what?"

I sighed and thought about it for a second. "Well, the rest is kind of a blur. I sat there for a good five minutes without moving. I could vaguely hear the sirens outside and a helicopter above. My classmates were silent, unknowing of what had happened in the dark. After some time I spoke up, saying I think the shooter is dead because I killed him. After hearing these words my teacher immediately ran to me. I told him I was fine, so he turned on the lights to double check.

"That's when the scene finally unveiled itself. I hadn't realized it before but I was lying in a large pool of blood. I had thought the wetness was my own sweat. I tried to stand up but I got dizzy, so my teacher helped me over against another desk. Some of the other students started to get curious, and a couple began screaming and sobbing at the scene. The two men's bodies lay on top of each other. As horrifying and gruesome as it was, I couldn't pull my eyes away.

"The rest you can figure out yourself. The police came and searched the school for anymore shooters, escorted everyone out, blah blah blah, you know the drill. Then after everything was presumed to be 'alright', they took me in a separate ambulance and asked me questions and held me overnight to make sure I was fine and, well, that's pretty much it."

"Mhmm. So anything else you'd like to share?"

"Mmm nope not really. I've talked to a few different therapists already so I've pretty much gotten everything out of my system."

"Alright then." She stood up. "Thank you for your time Evee. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon."

I stood up and walked with her to the door. "Thank you for listening to me." I said this with a smile on my face, but honestly I was quite tired of repeating the same nightmarish story over and over again. I was halfway down the hall when I heard her voice again.

"Oh Evee wait! There is just one more thing!"

I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking back toward the woman. "Yes?"

"I forgot. The note that the first man threw down to you."

"Oh yes! I had almost completely forgotten! After my teacher turned the lights on I saw it and quickly scooped it up. It was short, and didn't make much sense to me. The special agents who took me away though confiscated it. They seemed very odd about it, but when I questioned what the note meant they said they didn't know either, but had to take it for examination or something like that."

"Ah that is funny. Do you mind me asking, what was written on the note?

I looked up at the curious wide-eyed woman."

"'Moriarty Is Alive'."