Hey guys this is my first fanfic on here and one that I've ever shared so please be nice. If you guys have any advice please share it with me I always want to improve my writing skills. Just to warn you now slow updates may happen, sorry. Hopefully you enjoy, please do.

Please also note I do not own anything but Ivy (and any over introduced OCs if any) and the idea everything else is owned by the BBC. Also this may contain blood, gore, swear words, trigger warnings etc. In fact it will!

In the words of the joker *Speaks like the Joker* "Here we Go".

Stranded in this spooky town,
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
Floor is crackling cold

Kings of Leon- Closer

Although she knew it could be dangerous as the owner of this bag looked as though he could run fast and fight due to his well-built body Ivy still kept her almost black eyes locked on his plain black sports bag. Every second or so she'd look up at the next stop 'Liver pool street' was next she knew that he'd have to get off soon so now was her chance. Taking a large breath Ivy stood up still keeping an eye on the bag. With her heart in her throat as the train came to a stop she grabbed the bag then began to run out of the doors. Jumping over the barricades was easy. It wasn't until she was out of the train station that she realized the police and the man she had stolen from was also chasing her.

Her short legs began to pick up speed as she ran through the crowds from rush hour. Pushing and shoving people out of the way Ivy began to get lost in the crowd until she made it to an alleyway pulling her hood over her head from her charcoal grey jumper that was hidden under a black leather jacket.

Small droplets of rain hit her making a patting sound against the leather from her jacket. 'Fuck' She thought to her self as she climbed over an unstable barbed wire gate. With her almost black hair hitting her face from the wind that was rising she found it hard to concentrate, she had to remember his face so that if she ran into him she could quickly run… It wasn't like she could stay in a closed off alleyway forever was it now. Stupidly she'd even left her bag, which would mean if he had it or the police they'd know exactly what she looked like and her name, her full name.

Blonde hair. Bleached blonde, no natural, it was natural. Black jeans. She slid down the wall banging her head purposely on it. Seriously she didn't think that he'd chase her.

With shaking hands she unzipped the sports bag that contained five onyx guns. As you can probably tell this brought many over exaggerated thoughts into her head one being that this man that she stole from was part of the Mafia. It couldn't have only held guns, who brings guns on a train? But sadly it did, it was only guns, no indication as to who he was or why he held them.

Out of all the people on that train with bags she had to choose this one.

As she picked a gun up her hand shacked more honestly she wasn't sure if it was due to the cold wind that blew in her face or if it was fear from holding a gun. Between her jeans and waist she placed the gun, just in case.

'I gotta get rid of these, I can sell them or something' she thought to her self still shaking slightly.

Out of all the mistakes in the world that could be have been done she had made a big one.

As much as her knees clattered together from shaking, she'd decided it probably was the cold as the rain had become more dagger like and painful as it hit her pale skin, she stood up.

With each step her boots clanked on the floor echoing slightly throughout the alleyway.

She tried her hardest not to panic, she'd been chased many times and gotten away with it but this time something didn't feel right, it felt as though she wouldn't have a way out.

Hey guys so what do you thing? I know it's kinda short and little rubbish but hopefully as chapter go on and ideas expand it'll get better. I've never been good at first chapters. Eheh. *Tom Hiddleston laugh*

I'm also very new at how to lay out the stuff on here like copy and paste so hopefully it looks ok...

Questions of the week.

What Sherlock character would you say that you relate with the most?

Personally I think I relate to Lestrade cause people always forget my name or spell it wrong like Katie.

What Harry Potter house are you in?

I'm in Hufflepuff.