I walk towards a door, trying not to get caught. I pulled the loaf of bread out from inside my jacket, and bit in. It was warm, with cheese inside, one of my favorite kinds of bread. An alarm goes off, and an angry voice is heard around the bakery. “Hey, little thief! You’ll pay for that bread you stole!” Time to go. I press a button on my watch, and disappear. “Raven! I found you!” A familiar voice calls. Could it be? No, it’s not possible. “I-I-I thought you w-w-ere dead! I can’t believe you’re alive!” She smiled. My best friend, alive. I thought she had died, under the hands, well claws, of Darkstorm. “I followed you. Everywhere I went, I realized more and more how much you needed me. He ruined your life, and many others. Don’t blame yourself.” "But it’s all my fault!” I broke into tears. “Every death, and I’m the one who opened the package in the first place!” “Remember, you told me that there was no way of not avoiding opening the package. You told me that your human curiosity was too strong. It’s not your fault.” She reassured me. “Thank you Sammy.” I hugged her. It’s nice to have a shoulder to cry on. Literally. Silently, we left, holding each other’s hands as we used both of our watches at the same time, and left. “That worked!” Samantha said excitedly. “Now we have to find out where we are.” “Oh no.” I whispered. “I’ve been here before.” This place, it was so familiar. I just couldn’t figure out why... I turned around, and spotted a poster. A wanted poster. For a girl who called herself “The Raven” and was responsible for over one hundred deaths. Someone who was responsible for the rise of a man known as... “Moriarty. I know where we are. We have to get out, now!” I said, in a serious enough tone to wipe the smile off of Sammy’s face. “Or” She added “Wait and hide while the DJ’s cool down.” Well, she did have a point. Our watches, Dimension Jumpers, were not quite powerful to make two jumps in a row. We had to hide, and it would be hard for me. “What if.... Hmmmm... I know!” Sammy bursts out with an idea. “If Sherlock is here, I could convince him to hide you!” “Good luck with that. I would need something to hide my face, and new clothes so that I won’t be recognized. Fortunately” I pause to take a spare set of clothes, complete with a hoodie that is too big for me out of my bag. “I have this! Turn around.” When she turns around, I quickly change into the new set of clothes, and put on a beanie. “Ok, ready to go. You lead the way!” We start figuring out where we are, and go on our way to 221B Baker Street. “And, why should I not call the police?” We were standing in Sherlock’s livingroom, my face covered, and Sammy with that big, fangirl smile on her face. I was trying not to cry, but my scarf was already wet with my tears. I tried to cry as silently as I could. It was like I was broken. I need a doctor I think to myself. And not just any doctor. A proper one, who know’s what he’s doing. “You shouldn’t call the police because my friend here wasn’t herself when she first came here. She was trying to get revenge. Full of anger. Full of...”I was brought back to reality. “I wasn’t able to control myself. But, now that’s he’s dead, all of those years, where I thought nothing of others, and only about getting my revenge, I think it’s all crashing down on me. He destroyed me. My spirit, my family. He’s dead now, and now I must pay for what I have done. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. My name is Raven, and I am almost myself again.” He was surprised. I took my scarf off, revealing who I was. John walked in, and just stood there. “Don’t call the police. Please. We just need to stay the night, and then we can leave. I know she did some bad things, but she’s different now. She isn’t who she was when she first met you. She used to have a family, friends, people who cared for her. All she has left is me, and during her dark times, she didn’t have anyone.” I stopped her, knowing that I should speak for myself. I put my hands in my pockets. “This might seem kinda random, but why, in all of time and space for this to happen, do I have an orange in my pocket?” Well, my life really is getting back to normal, or at least close to it. I pull out a pocket knife, used only for cutting fruit, veggies, and other food, and cut it into slices. “Hey Sammy, wanna orange?” I start laughing. I don’t know why, but it was so funny when I found an orange in my pocket. “Life must really be getting back to normal if you’re finding random things in your pockets again!” Sam takes the orange slice, and is constantly smiling. Everyone else, on the other hand, is giving us the look that says “I think you are crazy, and why are you here?”, which I need to get used to again. “Please let us stay, it’s only for the night. We need to let our, uh, traveling devices, finish repairing. Please?” I really hope they don’t call the police. I did so much damage here, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay. “Fine, but only for one night.” Sherlock was going to let us stay for the night! I relax, grateful that we could stay. “Do you have a deck of cards? Nevermind, I have some in my bag.” Me and Sammy play cards for awhile, then move on to drawing, talking, and other things to pass the time. We ate dinner, Something ordered from someplace, and went to bed. I don’t think I’ve ever hated sleep as much as this night’s sleep. I dreamed of my family, dying one by one, and I am helpless to stop it, watching Darkstorm kill them, one by one, shredding them to pieces. With each death, he asks me if I love him yet, and with each death I cry harder, until it hurts, because I am crying blood. The spirits of my friends and family scold me, telling me that I didn’t do a thing to save them. And finally, with my best friend standing in front of me, trying to protect me, he kills her, and her blood spills out onto the ground, out onto me, on his sharp knives, or are they claws. I wake up, crying, saying “No, no, Sammy, you can’t be dead!” Samantha doesn’t say a word, just hugs me, making me feel much better. “I don’t think you realized it, but you were sobbing in your sleep. Bad dream?” It wasn’t just any bad dream, it was over the top, the worst nightmare possible. “T-They were all lined up in a row, and he killed them all. They kept asking why I didn’t even try to save them. He just ripped them to pieces, and then you tried to protect me, and then, and then he killed you and your blood, it, it, it..........” She shushed me, telling me to calm down because she was alive, and that she would never die unless we were going to die together. Neither of us fell back to sleep that night. “Thank you so much for letting us stay for the night. I’m sorry about last night. I-I guess it’s going to take a while to become emotionally stable. I’m going to find a doctor, and it could take a few days, it could take a few years, or many, to find him. Good luck, and I hope I will do enough to be forgiven for what I have done.” “Goodbye, Sherlock, and you too John. I am glad I met you” I put on my scarf, zipped up my jacket, and held hands with Samantha. “Goodbye, and thank you for your help. I am very sorry for what I have done here. I hope you forgive me.” We press our watches, and leave, to go find a doctor.
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