Okay I know I should be updating Loki's Youth, and I'm so sorry but this wont leave me alone. This was one of my dreams that I have written down. My dreams are all very vivid and long. So. with that I hope you enjoy reading about what goes on inside my creepy little head. :D
I rushed through the crowd searching for the short man in Westwood. The dread filled me as I thought about what would happen to my sister if he found her.
Where was he?!
I pushed through the people crowding the streets of London, muttering sorry to the people I pushed out of my way. There was a shrill piercing scream. My black hair fell into my dark red eyes as I whipped around to look at the woman who emitted such a sharp ear shattering noise. The woman's eyes were wide and leaking tears onto her round soft face. I turned in the direction she was facing to see the body that had fallen from the top of the building. I rushed through the crowd to see the familiar blond hair, and white lab coat spattered with the owners blood. I knelt down beside my twin sister and felt something within me shatter into a thousand little pieces. I took out my mobile and dialed Lestrade's number. After the second ring he picked up.
"Hello?"
"Get me Sherlock. Put him on n-now!" I stuttered at the end as tears leaked from my eyes and my throat constricted.
"What's happened? What's wrong?" Lestrade's voice was soft and concerned.
"Now Greg!" I screamed into the small phone.
"Alright, alright!" He hurriedly passed the phone to another person.
"Yes?" The deep baritone voice addressed.
"Sherlock?" I asked just to be sure. I couldn't say it twice.
"Speaking."
"Molly is dead."
Now this is just the first chapter. Sorry it's so short. The next one will be longer and . . . weird. My dreams are all weird. SO, I hope you enjoyed Part 1 of Molly's Death. :D