A/N: So, I'm here with chapter 1! I really hope you enjoyed the prologue as much as I did and I really hope you'll enjoy this chapter as much as I know I will. :) So, here it is!
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CHAPTER 1
Rescue
Pinkie slowly opened her eyes to see that she was in a dark room. She was on a floor of old wood. The air was damp
and it smelled foul. The floor was cold and wet with some kind of liquid. 'Oh dear Celestia...' she thought as she realized what it was. She was currently lying in a pool of blood, some was dry while some was still wet. The entire floor was covered in it. She got to her shaky legs, wobbling a bit but soon finding her strength. She felt sick and dizzy. She tried to ignore the feeling but she soon found herself running to the corner. She couldn't stop herself as she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the had collapsed to the floor at some point, she didn't quite remember when though. She slowly crawled into another, cleaner corner, found the spot with the least blood. and curled herself up into a ball. She sobbed softly, praying that Celestia would save her.
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Sherlock couldn't stand it. He hadn't had a case in two days and he could feel himself slipping from what little sanity he still had. He had already ruined two of John's jumpers, started a fire (luckily John was there with a bucked of water), and broke seven plates. John could barely take it anymore. Sherlock needed a case and they both knew it. Just as Sherlock was about to set the kitchen on fire again, Lestrade called. 'Oh, thank god'' John thought as Sherlock began talking into his phone. It turned out that there had been multiple disappearances and each one had been a woman. Sherlock agreed to take the case and he and John grabbed their coats and left.
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It didn't take Sherlock long to figure out exactly where the women were kept. Sherlock and John walked through the dark wear house, keeping a sharp eye out for any movement at all. They had found plenty of blood and mangled bodies of women, but no sign of life. That is, until they came to the last door on the left. They heard soft sobs coming from the other side of the door. The door was locked but Sherlock wasted no time coming up with a way to open it and simply kicked it down. They looked around the room and soon found the source of the sobs. In the corner, curled up in a ball was a fearful, pink-haired, sobbing girl. Her shirt was covered in blood on the side. Her body smeared with the blood from the unclean floors. John darted to her side, but she took it as a threat and hugged herself tighter:
"NO! Please! Don't hurt me!" She screamed. John carefully gripped her hand.
"Shhh, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm John Watson and that man over there is Sherlock Holmes. We're here to help you." John whispered to her. She quieted down and relaxed. Then, she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into an embrace. She sobbed into his shoulder as he held her. They quickly called an ambulance and they were there in just a few moments. They loaded Pinkie into the back and drove her to the hospital.
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Pinkie had passed out in the ambulance and by the time she had woken up, she had been moved to a hospital room. She glanced around the pristine, white room, her eyes landing on the flowers and note at her bedside. She reached out and picked up the note. It read:
Get well soon.
- John Watson & Sherlock Holmes
Suddenly, a man in a long, white coat walked in. She assumed that he must be a doctor.
"Well, it's great to see that you're awake! How are you feeling?" He asked her.
"I'm feeling okay." She replied.
"Well, that's good. Any pains?"
"Just a bit in my side, but other than that, I'm fine."
"Sounds like you're doing pretty well miss...I'm sorry, I don't believe anyone caught your name."
"My name's Pinkie Pie," she told him, "but you can call me Pinkie."
"Well, Pinkie, you have visitors. May I send them in?" 'Visitors? But I don't have friends in this world.' Pinkie thought. Pinkie gave him a nod and a small 'mmhmm'. Her doctor left the room and just a few seconds later, two men walked in. One was tall and lean with dark curly hair and beautiful grey-green eyes. His cheekbones were very prominent. In Pinkie's opinion, this man look cool, dark, and mysterious, and the added trench coat just emphasized it all. The other was a bit shorter and less lean. His hair was the exact opposite of the other man's; blond and strait. His cloths were much more casual in comparison with the tall man's suit. He had blue eyes and they focused on her, a small smile on his lips while the other looked bored out of his mind. The blond one was the first to speak.
"Hello, the doctor told us that your name is Pinkie." He said. She instantly recognized his voice and realized he was the same man from the day before. Wait, had it only been a day? Or was she out cold for longer than that? "My name is-" Pinkie cut him off.
"John Watson. And you must be Sherlock Holmes." She said, looking over at Sherlock.
"Yes, you remember us?" John asked.
"I remember your voice. You saved me...thanks." She told him. She could already tell that this man would make a great friend...she might have to try harder on the other though.
"Sherlock, come say hello to her." John said.
"Bored." Sherlock stated bluntly. Pinkie noticed how husky his voice was. He was definitely not a man you'd meet every day. John sighed.
"We'd better go before he sets the building on fire. It was nice to see you Pinkie, I'll try to come back if I can." John told her. She said goodbye and with that, the two men were gone. 'John's cool. He's gonna be a great guy. But...I don't think Sherlock likes me.' Pinkie thought. Then, she had an idea. 'OH! I know! I'll throw him a party!' So Pinkie began to plan the party.
A/N: So, what'd you think? I hope you love love love it! Please review! :)
