Lasttime

"Eer, Sherlock? Are you there?" John whispered wiping the sleep out of his eyes. By the time he had looked up Sherlock had already left. "God damn it. You're going to get yourself killed."

Chapter 3: Papa

Since that day Crona has been more cautious of her surroundings. She has also been looking out for that detective to come back. It had been days since she left the park. She was now on a street called 'Baker street'. She had never heard of it before. She needed food if she wanted to survive, she would have to go door to door asking for something. She couldn't just go around killing households or she would be found out very easily.

"Ahhhhhmmmmmmmmmm" Her scream was muffled by a warm hand. She opened her eyes to see.

"Papa" She pushed his hand away from her mouth. "Papa, why did you follow me?! I left to protect you, Papa." Tears started forming in her eyes.

"I should have killed you." The man said under his breath

"What?" Tears started to fall down Crona's face.

"You have killed to many, they have sent out a retrieval unit to put you back in the lab, and if you resist they will kill you." He said bluntly.

"Papa... I don't want to go back!" She started to scream, and people started to stare.

"You're gaining quite an audience here." A man spoke from the crowd.

"It's nothing! She's just my daughter, she ran away from home." The man tried to explain.

"Wrong." The man spoke loudly from the crowd, people started to make a path for him to reach the two. "She is a murderer, and she did not run away. She broke out, of the lab you had her placed in."

A loud gasp came from the audience. No one noticed Crona gaining anger, no one even noticed the slight pick up of wind around her. They were too focused on the strange man.

"He... You think you will defeat me with knowledge?" Crona spoke under her breath.

The man pinning her to the wall started to back away and tried to run, to find his leg on the floor beside him as he fell. The alley way suddenly filled with screams, suddenly silenced with a bloody mess. Sherlock was the only human left.

"Why?" Crona looked up confused by his question.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you spare me?" Sherlock spoke, his voice choky.

"Because, you are the one." Crona started to walk past the stuttering detective.

"Th-The one?"

"Yes, you are the one I chose to live." Crona passed him, her hand grazing his. Sherlock didn't flinch from this unnecessary contact.

"What d-do you mean?" Sherlock was starting to get his breath back.

"That's my information to share to whoever I wish. I don't wish to share it with you." A small blush appeared on her cheeks. Crona could hear police cars in the distance. "Well, I'm off. Be sure to tell your boyfriend I said hi!" Crona started to run off down the street as she heard faintly him shout 'He's not my boyfriend!'. She let off a slight chuckle.

"I've already told you, I didn't kill anyone!" Sherlock screamed from the questioning room.

"Oh really, why were you spared then? Why were their fingerprints on your coat?" Donovan asked giving a devilish stare.

"As we said, he's a psychopath." Anderson yelled from the other side of the room.

"I already told you... I walked through the middle of the crowd, some of them grabbed onto me to hold me back."

"Everyone shut up! Let him out now." Lestrade called

"Wait, why?" Anderson asked, he seemed hurt that he was let off so fast.

"We have someone claiming it was them who killed all those people. We have ran tests to confirm it, as it was a little unbelievable." Lestrade walked in with a handcuffed child.