Part Three- Ginevra

Sherlock forced her to pull the trigger, and it felt like the bullet rapidly propelled her way through her instead of him. Sherock fell to the ground and blood began to seep out from his fragile body. For a moment, she was raked with both panic and fear.

"Oh God," she uttered going to take a step to him, but her mind seemed to burst as pain filled her entire body. Her skin felt like it was shattering like glass, and instead of standing in her manor, she stood in an empty room with nothing but Sherlock's body in front of her and her refelection starring back at her from a hundred different mirrors on the wall at a hundred different angles.

"What have you done?" a voice cried out. Raine looked up in panic and saw Jen scrambling off the floor. She was dirty and covered in dried blood and wounds. The state of her was alarming; it was as if she hadn't slept or seen light in days. "What have you done to him!?"

"I didn't mean to," she uttered still stunned. Raine watched the woman scurry like an animal to him.

"You've killed him," she cried out putting her hand on the wound near his heart. She gently put his head in her lap as she smoothed back his hair.

"He chose to have me pull the trigger! This was his choice!" she argued back.

"He chose to because he loved me… oh, you stupid, stupid man," she uttered titling her head down to his letting tears fall on his face.

"I didn't mean to," Raine spat at her. "This wasn't my fault! This wasn't me!"

"Than who's fault is it?" Jen shouted at her standing up now as she gently put his head on the white surface. "Who's fault is it, Ursa!?"

"It's yours! You should have been more careful!" Raine fought against her every step of the way.

"More careful! I didn't think you would attack him! I didn't think you were so lowly!" Jen growled. They continued to argue. No one noticed that the glass around them gained another figure. She watched them fight in silence with heavy eyes as she slowly circled them in the mirror and then her eyes dropped to Sherlock, and she slowly squatted down to look at him properly.

"Oh Sherlock, what have I done?" she uttered. Her words, so soft and gentle, echoed through the violent words silencing both Raine and Jen. They both stared at the woman behind the glass as if she was something to marvel. Raine looked at her with heavy eyes, but Jen looked at her in conclusion.

"Who is that?" Jen asked in a panic seeing a woman so much like her, yet not like her at all.

"Our damnation," Raine uttered quietly as the woman stood and put her hand on the glass from her side. It slowly started to crack, and Jen started to scream as the crack appeared in her flesh. She scratched at it like a panicked, rabid animal. "It's time to die." Raine remained calm knowing nothing she did or said would stop her. It was, as it always had been, Ginevra's decision.

"It's time to live," Ginny uttered quietly as she pushed her hand on the glass letting it shatter. The whole room shattered in a shower of glass. Raine and Jen shattered as if they were nothing but porcelain dolls and joined the pile. They could not be sorted out from the reflective glass. Where two once stood, now one stood.

"I'm sorry," Ginny whispered quietly as she got down on her knees to sit next to Sherlock. "I'm sorry," Ginny uttered crying over him.

"Miss, what happened?" a paramedic asked her snapping her back to the manor and away from the glass room that had once made her, once kept her shut away, the glass room where fragments of Raine and Jen lay.

"I… I shot him," she cried to the medic. "I didn't mean to… I… I…"

"I'll take it from here," Mycroft appeared cutting her off. His pristine suit was in heavy contrast with Sherlock's now crimson soaked purple shirt. She liked that purple shirt, but she loved the man in it even more, and she had ruined both. "To whom I speaking to?" he asked her, but her eyes remained fixed on Sherlock's body as the paramedics began to put him on a stretcher. "To whom am I speaking to?" he repeated a bit louder. She snapped her attention to him.

"Ginevra," she whispered looking up at him before her eyes followed Sherlock as he was moved out the door.

"Come," he told her following the paramedics, but she was already running after them. She watch them load him into the ambulance at a pace that was, in her opinion, much too slow. "Come," Mycroft repeated nodding to his black car that was far too clean for the likes of London.

"Where?" she asked him.

"The hospital to ensure that Sherlock remains alive," he replied forcing her to a stop when she began to follow him. She shook her head fiercely.

"I can't, Mycroft… I can't," she told him, but it sounded more like she was begging him. "Take me to Hanwell," she pleaded with him. "I'm not good for him, for anyone. You know that, and I'm making my choice. Either lock me away or throw me back in Hanwell, please."

Mycroft looked at the tragic girl in front of him. It was such a shame that she was this way. She could have been his brother's salvation, but lately, she was his damnation and even she knew that. "Sherlock did this for you," Mycroft assured her.

"And I'm doing this for him," she answered. "Mycroft, you know as well as I that I should not be around him, that he was better off never knowing me. Please, take me to Hanwell. I don't want to ruin him anymore than I already have."

Mycroft nodded once and gestured for her to continue following him to his car.

A/N: Real short chapter. We now enter a phase in the story that will have shorter chapters, so if a chapter is ever under 3000 words you'll also get a chapter on Wednesday, which you'll get a chapter on wednesday this week.

Thanks to reviewers: zare . downey . okumura, Dream01, hannahhobnob, and short-skirtbluescarf. I'll see you all Wednesday! Review please!