The Little Brat

by M.Shelley

So, here it is, my first fanfiction on a book. I really love Sherlock Holmes and recently I came up with the idea of him having a daughter. I hope you're not angry with me after this. I decided to change the rating to M, because it could maybe come to graphic descriptions of violence the future. Anyway, Enjoy!

1. Prologue

My whole body ached. That was the only thing I could think of.

I kept on running and running over the dark roofs of the big city. I jumped mechanically over chimneys and the deep gorges of the streets. My destination was near.

On the following roof I stopped breathing heavily. This was the last stop for today. I forced my body to climb down to the second floor.

There was light in one of the windows. I knocked shakily on it.

Two minutes later a form appeared on the curtains behind the glass. A man in his late fifties opened. He eyed me suspiciously. "What do you want here, riffraff?" I opened my thin jacket and pulled out a letter with a noble sign "Excuse me, sir, but I'm here as a courier of Sir Robert March, Earl of Westcott. Are you Mr Charles Grain?". The old geezer looked surprised and then he reached into his pocket , gave me a coin and took the letter.

I started to climb to the roof again and as soon as he was sure I was off his window he shut it in a second.

I sat down on the roof and looked at the coin he gave me. Just a penny. Old Miser.

And so I went to the nearest chimney and took out the rope I have ever in one of my pockets. I knotted it to the chimney and the other end around my waist.

And so I slept till the early morning hours came to the city.