-3-Memory-
In the cold Moscow, there was a man who was chasing silly murderers because they didn't know really their boss. A psychopath in every sense of the word, and a high functioning sociopath was ready to exterminate all the people behind the leader...
The Hottest Place was the translation of the discotheque that Sherlock Holmes had to search. He thought it was a ridiculous name but as the temperature was the entire contrary, it hit the target.
Sherlock took a cab and arrived in the place, completely prepare for everything: A weapon.
He wasn't very used to the music in discotheques and less with the Russian music. He had to pay three times the entry fee. Once he entered, he arrived into a new world.
Men and women moving according to the music, sweating like a river, drinking whatever the bartender was giving to them. Others in some corners were smoking not just cigarettes. And another were just having fun with each other, it doesn't matter the gender.
Sherlock ignored all of that. He was searching only one person. And found someone different.
A girl with a black skirt, fuchsia blouse and blue shoes was discussing with a bald guy who was using a simple white shirt and a blue jean. He was yelling at her as if she were a thing not a woman. She was controlling herself but she said something that drove the man crazy and punched her on the face. Sherlock had to control himself. Then he recognised the guy: It was the man he was looking for.
The bald man screamed at the girl a few seconds more and left. Sherlock knew he had to chase him. But he didn't want to. He wanted to talk to the young woman.
He walked beside all the dancers and got to the girl.
"Hello" Sherlock said or screamed, actually. She frowned. "Do you speak English?"
"Only if I know to whom am I speaking" the woman said while was stroking her cheek. Sherlock could see blood on it.
"I'm the person who is going to heal your wound. Is that enough?"
She looked at him from the head to the feet.
"Are you a new client? Yes you are I would recognize you everywhere".
"Then why are you asking?"
The woman looked at Sherlock suspiciously. Who really that man was? Was her saviour? Or was her misfortune?
She had to think quickly. Sherlock wouldn't be waiting forever. She stroked her check again and the pain drove her mad. She was upset, she was sick of the terrible treatment. She was sick of her life.
"What do you want?"
"I want to take you out of here. Would you allow me?" Sherlock said, a bit impatient.
"Alright. Follow me".
Sherlock wasn't very sure about trust in that girl that fast, but he walked. He didn't care. And the young woman was trembling of fear and excitement.
Both went beside the dancers and they snuck out a back door. She looked at all angles making sure it was a safe area. He took her face with two of his large, cold and white fingers and cleaned a bit the wound with a handkerchief. She put out his fingers at the beginning, but when she saw the handkerchief, she had to let him touch her.
"You actually didn't take me out but it is okay" the girl said with a little smile when he finished. "Now would you tell me who are you and what do you want from Leroy?"
Sherlock looked at her surprised for a second, and then his cold mask appeared again.
"I just wanted to be with you in a private place".
"If you had wanted that you had taken me by my arm and taken me to the rooms. Don't lie to me; I'm used to a better class of idiots".
Sherlock smiled. A bit of John was inside her.
"Fine; Leroy, they guy that uses you as a boxing bag, the guy that doesn't care anything about you, the guy that posses you because of his sadistic pleasure of sees you suffering, bleeding, crying. They guy that comes every night when the others whores are tired and takes you as a simple piece of flesh. They guy that took everything of you. The guy that dried you, that made you cold. They guy that deleted every memory of yours. That guy is going to die".
She wasn't breathing. Her eyes seemed like plates. Thousands of questions were in her head. Sherlock was serious.
"How... how did you know...?"
"Are you really gonna ask me that? For God sake, I'm telling you that Leroy will be murdered and you just ask how I knew everything about you" Sherlock said with fire in his eyes. Hers were still surprised.
The night was extremely cold, but they were immersing in the conversation. They were looking at each other in detail.
"You need to understand that it's not usual to meet a person that knows everything about you. And the funny fact is that you said everything about me in less than a minute. That is me".
"I know. But I still amazed. Do you want him dead?"
"Oh God yes".
"Then we have to make a deal".
"I'm listening" the woman became as cold as he was. He smiled because of it.
"Very well; you'll have to obey me in everything. If I say laugh, you do it. I want Leroy as soon as possible in my hands".
"I'm used to follow orders. But how will I know you'll accomplish with your promise?"
"You won't know".
She crossed her arms around her.
"You are the one who loses".
"No. You lose too. You need me to get inside Leroy's world. He's not that easy to take down, trust me. And he's very fast with a gun".
"I could be better than him".
"I'll know that when I see the body on the floor".
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. She smiled.
"Deal" she said extending her hand to him."Not because I trust in you, just because you are the only moron that has the value to try it". He looked at the little hand frowned. He shook it a bit.
"Deal" he said. He started to leave her.
"Hey. Where can I find you?"
"I'll found you. And be patience".
"At least let me know your name" she said screaming. He was walking faster.
"Sherlock; that's enough".
"Mine's Helena. That's the only thing".
Sherlock stopped and looked at her behind the shoulder. She sighed.
"I recommend you to let him be happy tonight because he won't have many happy nights again".
"I like your confidence, Sherlock. But you don't know him".
"As both don't know me" Sherlock said before disappearing in the shadows.
Hello people! Sorry I didn't update that early this time. I was a bit busy.
Some chapters will be memories since now. Then you'll understand a bit more Helena and the relationship between her and Sherlock during those two years.
Again, if there's any mistake, I truly sorry :(
Aaaand, I hope you've liked it!