Chapter V

-221B Baker Street-

For two whole days Sherlock had to put up with Kaze and Mizu! He never knew that taking care of a dog would be this hard. On the first day he caught Mizu chewing on one of his experiments, which she wasn't supposed to chew on. And on the second day both dogs left little "presents" for him and John in the flat. Luckily, John managed to buy them crates so whenever they go somewhere or go to sleep they would be in the crate and stay put.

Now it was day three of the torture, as Sherlock searched through file to file to find the one called "Shadow". However there was no file or record of Shadow. Mizu jumped on the table to see what the detective was doing. "No, down!" he said as he tried to push her off. John entered the flat with Kaze on a leash, only to see his flatmate trying to push Mizu off the table. Letting Kaze off the leash, he walked over to them and gently pulled Mizu off. "I see you two are getting along." He said sarcastically, "Oh shut up." The detective said, "How was your walk with Kaze?"

"Fine actually." He replied, "Did you manage a record of Shadow?"

S.H: "No, there's no file of him, nor a record."

J.W: "There's nothing there?"

S.H: "Not even a military record."

J.W: "How did you manage to pull that off?"

S.H: "Mycroft."

J.W: "Oh."

S.H: "Did you manage to find her while walking him?"

J.W: "No, I haven't."

Sherlock pulled out the child's locket and looked at the picture again. "She probably went to police by now." John said, "No." Said the detective.

J.W: "What?"

S.H: "She wouldn't have gotten to the police."

J.W: "Why wouldn't she?"

S.H: "Simple. She doesn't know who to trust."

J.W: "But she can trust them."

S.H: "We are dealing with a killer and assassins who can blend in, similar to Moriarty, so it's obvious that this "Medusa" character could be anybody, so of course she can't trust anybody."

J.W: "So than she-"

S.H: "In the scrapyards, somehow she knew we were coming and she did her best to avoid us, since she doesn't know who we are."

J.W: "That doesn't explain why we found her dogs."

S.H: "Your right. It doesn't. These dogs wouldn't leave her especially if it was a child, so why find them now?"

J.W: "Your point?"

S.H: "The killer Medusa was there in the scrapyards before the dog attacks, to confront the little girl. She wanted to see the other talents she possessed but for her to do that she needed to get her away from her dogs."

J.W: "You're saying that Medusa was there?"

S.H: "That is a possibility. However there is one thing that doesn't add up."

J.W: "And what's that?"

S.H: "Why didn't they leave even though they created an exit?"

Just than they heard someone coming up the staircase. At first they thought it was Alice, but it wasn't her. It was Inspector Lestrade. "You could knock you know?" Sherlock said, "The door was open so I let myself in." said Lestrade, "I've got bad news." "And what might that be?" the doctor asked. The room fell into silence. For a moment there were no words from the three. Finally Lestrade took a deep breath and spoke.

"Last night we went to look for the girl." He began, "Two of my men went to check the scrapyards while Anderson, Donovan and I went to check out the train station, in case she tried to hitch hike on of the trains again. Moments later I heard screams from both of my men. When I was about to go and find the, I saw inside the station they were both hanging from the celling." "Were they both dead?" John asked, "Like slaughtered pigs." Lestrade replied, "I'm afraid, until we can figure out what killed them, I can't allow you two to go back to the scrapyards, even if you have a reason I can't allow you to go back."

Sherlock couldn't believe what he was hearing. They were one step closer to finding Sakura now that they found evidence that she IS in London and now he can't go back to the scrapyards, to see if there was any more evidence? Besides he knew damn well what killed those men, after what Alice told him about Medusa's creatures. Something he never thought possible.

-Flashback-

Soon after the group found the dogs and exited the scrapyard, Sherlock had asked Lestrade to keep searching for the little girl. Korra quickly got a red van around the corner, but almost dented the car while trying to park it. John insisted that he should drive, and Korra was about to argue with him when Alice blackmailed her. They let both dogs climb in the van and Alice and Sherlock climbed in the back with them, while Korra and John sat in the front.

As they drove away from the scrapyards Sherlock had gotten suspicious about why they had to leave before it was dark. Finally Alice broke the silence and told the detective the reason why they left.

S.H: "Lost Ones?"

A.L: "That's what those creatures are called. The Lost Ones are human, however at the same time they are not."

S.H: "What do you mean by that?"

A.L: "In truth, the Lost Ones are creatures that were once normal people. The people were consumed by their own madness and fear and they eventually collapsed in the river of forgetfulness, and they eventually wake up a totally different person, as if they were reborn.

S.H: "So these Lost Ones? They work for Medusa?"

A.L: "She controls them. She is the one that created them."

S.H: "How does she make them?"

A.L: "All she needs to do is insert Demons Blood, and the victims will start losing it."

S.H: "Demons Blood?"

A.L: Black Blood, if you will. Honestly, I'm not sure how she got a hold of it."

S.H: "The Lost Ones are nocturnal aren't they?"

A.L: "Yes. The worst part is, no matter how many times you strike them down, they'll keep coming back. Not even blowing off their heads can kill them."

S.H: "Immortality. Tha- that's impossible."

A.L: "Only if you believe it is."

-End of Flashback-

Sherlock wished that he could tell him, however because of all the rubbish Lestrade keeps in his head, he wouldn't believe him. "With all due respect Lestrade we need to see if there is any more evidence to her whereabouts." John said, "Besides she could be hurt." "Even so I can't let you go back there." Lestrade said, "If you do, I'll have no choice but force you to drop this case." "You can't do that!" the detective exclaimed, "I'm not the one calling the shots Sherlock!" Lestrade yelled back, "Besides I can't allow you or anyone else to killed by, God knows what's out there!"

"Will caring about the lives of others save a little girl!" Sherlock yelled. Again, the whole room fell into silence. Lestrade at times hated to admit it, but Sherlock was right. Caring about others won't help them save a child. And because she is injured, she'll be defenseless against others. Lestrade turned to leave the flat, but something was stopping him from walking out the door. The inspector took a deep breath and said: "This still doesn't change the fact that you two can't go back, but I will call you as soon as we find some evidence."

With that Lestrade exited the flat. Both Sherlock and John gave out a frustrated sigh and they both fell back in the chairs. "Well, that's just bloody brilliant." John said, "What do we do now?" John than a smile on Sherlock's face. Of course John knew what that smile meant. "I know what your thinking Sherlock." He said, "Don't start getting idea's." "I don't what you're talking about." The detective said.

J.W: "I know what you're planning."

S.H: "No you don't."

J.W: "Yes I do. You're planning on going back aren't you?"

S.H: "Maybe."

J.W: "No you are."

S.H: "Aren't."

J.W: "No, you are."

S.H: "Aren't."

J.W: "Are."

S.H: "Aren't."

J.W: "Are."

S.H: "Aren't."

J.W: "You ARE. Admit it!"

S.H: "Alright, fine I am! So what?"

J.W: "Don't you remember what Alice told you? Those things will kill you if you go back there!"

S.H: "Hell! What does that matter!"

J.W: "Again you'll get killed! Besides Lestrade said that we can't go back anyway, and he said he'll call us if they find anything. I have to go to work so don't do anything stupid."

At that moment the doctor left the flat, leavening Sherlock with the two menaces. Sherlock sat there in the flat thinking. Something was bothering him from the moment he found the locket; he was wondering how it ended up in the cart in the first place. "Oh..." he said softly Sherlock got up off the chair, grabbed his coat, whistled for Kaze, put him on a leash and walked out of the flat and back to the scrapyards.

-London Scrapyard-

Sakura limped as more of her blood fell to the ground. She breathed heavily feeling pain in her open wounds, feeling the coldness making contact with her cuts. She didn't know how she managed to survive the attacks from the strange creature. She didn't how she managed to defeat whatever attacked her. She felt her body was losing energy, she felt herself dying. She managed to get back to the old train cart where she stayed with her dogs. She forced herself to walk inside the cart, trying her to sustain the pain. She managed to get inside but the moment she took another step she fell to the floor.

Within moments she was stained with her own blood. She tried to get up off the cold floor, but she couldn't feel her legs. She was afraid that Medusa or another one of the creatures may come and try to kill her. With the amount of energy she had left she crawled over to the row of chairs at the side of the cart and laid herself down on the ground. She knew no one would come for her. No matter how much she cried for help no one would come to save her. Why would someone care for a freak like her? No one was there, no one she knew, no one she could turn to. She wished that Shadow could be with her to ease the pain.

But unfortunately he wasn't with her. This time he wasn't there to take away the pain, like he has done in the past. No one would take sympathy for a freak like her. In the end she would just die alone. Sakura began to cry, just from that thought. The cries caused her wounds to hurt even more. She knew no one would come for her. No one would help her, but she called out anyway, even if no one heard her cries.

"誰か...助け... (Someone... Help...)"

She closed her eyes and prepared herself to embrace death, as she continued to cry.

-End Of Chapter V-