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I am ashamed. I had let my emotions get the better of me. I had discovered a terrifying new power, one that I have yet to try to understand. I am now falling, banished from heaven, to earth. After about fifteen minutes of falling, I black out. When I wake, what I'm looking at slowly comes into focus. It's the ceiling of a flat, and I can see the upper portions of walls. Whoever lives here, I think, must love mysteries. I then notice that I'm tied down to the bed I'm on, and a slight pain is building up on my stomach. I look and see that someone is was doing some type of surgery on me. What happened to me?
Suddenly, a man in a surgeon's mask rushes up to me. He has short, dirty-blond hair, and really interesting eyes. The iris of his eyes are mostly blue and grey, and the ring around the pupils are brown with specks of gold. I try to get up, but he holds me down. He is surprisingly strong. "If you want to live," he says, "stop moving,"
I then hold still. I feel a pinprick on my arm and slowly black out again, but I could tell that he went back to work on whatever surgery he was doing on me. Then I realized he was removing bits of shrapnel from my stomach. When I wake again, there is a man sitting next to the bed on a folding chair.
This isn't the same man from earlier, the one with the surgeon's mask. This man has brown hair and blue/green eyes that seem to change as he moves. Maybe it's just the light when that happens, but it's mesmerizing. A few minutes later I realize I'm staring. "Hello," he says, "my name is Sherlock Holmes. What's yours?"
"I don't have one," I say.
He just looks at me, questioningly, like I'm the hardest math problem in the world and he's trying to figure me out in his head. "Well," he finally says, "we'll just have to worry about that later. First of all," he stands up, "let's see if you can still walk,". He helps me out of bed, and I notice that my left wing is abnormally heavy. I look over at it and see a cast halfway up my wing.
"Now," Sherlock says, "take a step toward me,"
I had hardly noticed I was standing on my own. I take one step, and two things happen simultaneously. First, a sharp pain shoots through my abdomen. Then, both my knee and ankle buckle. I fall into Sherlock's arms. "Ow," I say, "What happened to me?"
He just opens a door and leads me to a couch. "All your questions will be answered soon," he says.
I then hear the front door downstairs open and close.
"John!" Sherlock shouts down the stairs, "she's awake!"
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Meanwhile, downstairs
(John's P.O.V.)
I've just came in through the front door and I'm about to say "Good morning" to Mrs. Hudson, when I hear Sherlock yell, "John! She's awake!"
I can't help but feel proud of myself. I saved an angel's life. I race up the stairs to the flat. When I get to the door, I hear laughing. The woman is telling a story. "Hello," I say as I enter. She smiles and nods at me. I go over and shake her hand. "I'm Dr. John Watson," I say with a smile.
"I don't have a name," she says, "but you could help us think of one for me,"
"How about 'Raven'," I say.
"Hmm," Sherlock says, "very Poe,"
"I think it's perfect," Raven says.
"Why 'Raven'?" Sherlock asks me.
"Because of her wings," I answer, "Anyway, I heard Raven talking about a special power she has,". As I say this, Raven starts to look very uncomfortable.
"I can..." she starts, "see another person's worst fear and...and I can make them see it, like it's really happening to them,"
"Really? Could you show us?" Sherlock asks.
To be honest, I kind of don't want to see this.
"Well...if you want me to," she says, "I'm warning you, though, this can look very real and I don't know how you'll react. Different people react different ways,"
"Show me first," he says.
Is it just me, or does it seem like Sherlock is ignoring me, or that I have opinions? Might just be me…
"Ok," Raven says.
Sherlock pulls up a stool to sit across from her, and Raven stares into his eyes, both of them going into a trance-like state.
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(Sherlock's P.O.V.)
The feeling of her poking around in my head was...well, tingly. But, before I knew what was happening, I see Moriarty standing between me and John . He was very disheveled and had a more-manic-than-usual-look in his eyes.
"How are you here," I say, "you're dead. I saw you die,"
"As long as you still fear me," he says, "I'll never die. Well, in your head, at least,"
"But...I...I'm not afraid of you,"
"We both know that's a lie. Well, might as well get this done with,". He then turns toward John. I then see that he was holding a gun, and he pull the trigger.
"John!!!" I yell, and I snap out of the illusion. I flinch so hard that I fall off of my chair and hit my head off of a table.
"Woah! What happened?" John asks.
"Oh, Sherlock I'm so sorry!" Raven says, "Sorry if that jolted you,"
"What was his fear?" Jon says, "No, wait, let me guess. It was me leaving him and never coming back,"
"No," Raven says, "but it did have to do with you,"
"What was it?"
Through this entire conversation, my ears are ringing. I'm only slightly aware of what they are saying.
"Huh?" I say, slightly drowsy.
"Do you want me to tell him?" Raven asks.
"Yeah, sure," I stand up, and put the stool back where it was.
"His greatest fear is losing you. As in, you dying. So, I showed him you being killed by your worst enemy," she says, talking to John.
"You don't mean..."
"Moriarty," I say, still rubbing my head.
"Would you like for me to show you?" Raven asks John.
He looks a little scared, but just for a second. He then looks at me with a face that says, "Should I?" I nod.
"Ok," he says, "But I'll sit on the couch,"
"Alright," Raven says.
John sits on the couch next to Raven, and she stares into his eyes, both of them going into something like a trance.
I'm actually slightly concerned for John. The vision she gives you seems...real.
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(John's POV)
I...don't know what to say about when she first reads my mind. It was...weird. But, before I know what's happening, I'm in the middle of a battlefield.
Missiles are falling around me. I mean, us. I'm carrying a wounded soldier. We walk into a field, where the enemy is not shooting. Then, I hear a click under my foot. I look down and my right foot is on something round and metal. Oh, god, I've stepped on a land-mine.
I slowly bend down and gently I lay the soldier I'm carrying on the ground. I then look at the soldier's face, and see that he vaguely looks like Sherlock.
Actually, he looks exactly like Sherlock, except he's dirty and his arm...oh, God...his arm is missing and bloody.
Then, without a warning, a piece of shrapnel from the area where the missiles are falling hits me in the head, and because it's going so fast, it knocks me off balance, and I fall, setting off the land-mine, setting off an explosion that kills both me and Sherlock. I then snap out of the vision.
I fall backward, and I'm breathing heavy. I sit up, slowly, shaking.
Sherlock knows that it was bad, and about him. He can tell, because I'm staring at him like he has just crawled out of his grave. The same look I gave him when I found out that he wasn't dead.
"What was it?" he asks.
"I was back on a battlefield..." and I tell him the entire story of what she showed me.
"Sherlock?" Raven asks.
"Yes?"
"You said you would answer my questions,"
"Oh. I can do that now, if you want,"
"Yes, please,"
Sherlock stands up and starts telling her how we found her.