Ok chapter 6 is here. I might add another tonight but I'm not sure. I own Abigail the others belong to Arthur Conan Doyle. R&R and enjoy!
Some people say that when a young women walks down the alleyways alone, something bad happens. They always seem to forget that most young women don't know how to defend themselves. Unlike me most would be either raped or killed by some drunken man who see a women coming his way and uses his own strength against her. That's exactly why I left London all those years ago. If I hadn't then I wouldn't be standing here with two drunken men watching me like a fly on the wall.
"'Ello beautiful." One said. I rolled my eyes and sighed lightly as he made his way behind me. "Where are you running off to?" He asked. He grabbed me around the waist and my mind snapped. I took him by the arm and slammed him against the wall and draw a knife from my sleeve.
"I suggest keeping your hands to yourself." I warned him. His friend grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back against him.
"Bad idea sunshine." He said. I grabbed his and threw against his friend. They both came at me knives drawn. I dodged the poor attacks before kicking one of them in the diraphm and grabbing the other by the neck. He struggled against me for a moment before going limp. I let him drop to the ground before continuing on my way. I came to a stop just outside a factory and looked around once before finding a hiding spot. I watched the man I saw before walk in the front doors before sitting to the ground and drawing the building. I put my small book away and watched the front door. I watched from the shadows as another wagon moved towards the building. The door was opened and she stepped out from the wagon. I quickly brought my book back out and draw the woman not paying any attention to who she was. She was followed by a man and his face alone made me drop my book to the ground.
"He's alive." I whispered. I looked down and grabbed my book making a quick sketch of his face before putting the book away for good and waiting for the right moment to make an escape. I left when no body was around to see me and walked back down the alley, making my way back to 221 B Baker Street. I knocked once and opened the door. I opened my book and stop on the stairs as I stare at the picture of the young woman. "Well now, what do we have here?" I asked with a smile. I walked up the rest of the stairs and opened the door. They were sitting in the living room, Watson with the newspaper and Holmes picking at his violin. I walked up to an empty seat and laid the book on the table. Holmes picked it up and smiled.
"Well done Ms. Adler." He said. He flipped through the book and stopped at her page. "Well, we've solved the riddle of what happened to your sister." He said. I nodded once and got comfortable on my seat. He flipped to the next page and nodded once. "Then it's true." He said. I nodded again and watched him hand the book to Watson.
"I thought he died?" Watson asked.
"As did we all." Holmes said.
"What's the next step Mr. Holmes?" I asked. Sherlock sat up and set his violin down.
"We wait." He said.
"We wait?" I asked in shock. He nodded once to me and leaned back in his seat.
"Until we know what we're dealing with, we wait." Watson said. I nodded and looked to Holmes.
"Now that we know where my sister is, then I guess my services are no longer required." I said before standing and walking to the door.
"As a matter of fact, we do." Holmes said. I stopped by the door and turned to him.
"Your skills as fighter and as an artist are still very much needed." Watson said. I smiled and turned them and crossed my arms.
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.