Named Sherlock

by Bagatur Zhamkochyan

  - Norrie! Come here to-bitch! - Marissa continued to rage.

  And suddenly I realized that I needed to do. If I were someone asked about the reasons for my action, I am afraid, no clear reasons I would not be. Just a firm belief that it is necessary now to do just that, and not otherwise.

  - Molly, just do not be surprised, because you need to. I'll explain later. - And no more turning to his companions, I took a few steps forward and stood beside the girl reeling. Bent, picked up a rock with a partly disassembled and broken pavement, and heknuv, with the power launched it in Norrie house.

  - That's right, beat it, Spider! - Zablazhil I high-pitched voice, trying to add the notes of hysteria - all my papa out of the house in the pawnshop his damn demolished to it burned !!

  - In output, ghoul! - Marissa picked up, continuing to destroy the last whole glass. It must be said, it left them a little bit, just a couple of pieces. My shots were not nearly as effective, and, desperate to get at least one glass, I began to throw stones at a defenseless inside the store on the ground floor.

  I do not know how much more we threw stones, and would not have dared the girl in the end on the melee, but suddenly sounded desperate boy's cry: "! Cops raid" has confused all the cards.

  The crowd of onlookers instantly, just by magic, disappeared into the nearby doorways. After a few seconds the street was empty, on it were just me and Marissa. She surveyed the space around itself dull eyes, then, is clearly difficult, it focused on me:

  - P-pshli.

  Unceremoniously grabbed me by the shoulder, Marissa, with surprising agility for its state yanked at the nearest corner of the house, dragging me along. Slipped three courtyards, running some kind of a dark alley, we suddenly ran out into the wide street on which I had never been.

  - B-fast, Imperial! - the girl jumped on the move in a shabby two-story omnibus so deftly as if all was not drunk. Try to repeat her jump, I tangled in a long skirt, and certainly would have been under the wheels if Marissa, hissing and heaping curses, not dragged me inside the collar.

  Sitting together in the Imperial people staring at us eyes, but fortunately, no one dared to ask anything. Handing the conductor some copper coins, a girl sat on the empty seat, and it seemed to me, dozed off.

  We drove and drove, and I, frankly, have already regretted that he impulsively. Marissa clearly drunk asleep again, I was hell where, quite far from the shelter, nothing new has been learned and never moved, and the day, meanwhile, is clearly beginning wore on. But before I could, how to enjoy the self-pity as Marissa opened her eyes and said:

  - Exit - and immediately jumped out of the car. Hesitated a moment, I jumped after her.

  We were on some street, which, at first glance, not very different from Maher Street, with which we have so shamefully fled. Although, nevertheless, it was a little different. It was here a little cleaner, and it seemed a little richer.

  - W-me! - Marissa waved, swayed, and Zapletal gait moved to one of the houses. Upon entering the front door, we went up to the second floor on the creaky wooden stairs, where she fished out of the corset key, he began cursing poking around in the castle, trying to open one of three located on site doors.

  A few minutes later she did it, and I sighed with relief. The plan was to wait until she falls asleep, and think about how do I get back to the shelter, as has already had to darken after a couple of hours.

  - P-ask! - she opened the door, waving a hand invitingly. I stepped into the doorway, and immediately froze, stopped the blade of the knife held tightly to my throat. The front door behind her softly and gently closed.

  - Now, tell me, man, who are you and what the hell do you want from me - calmly, almost affectionately, and most importantly - absolutely sober voice whispered in my ear, Marissa.

  - And how did you know that I'm a guy? - more idiotic question it was impossible to ask in the circumstances. But to me, out of fear, just nothing else had not occurred.

  The blade is suddenly gone, and I got a pretty solid jab between the shoulder blades, into the room. Behind his back came the mocking laughter of Marissa.

  - Do you think that will take you for a girl? You are stupid, although quite bold. Although, after all, probably only a fool. - She pulled me by the arm, forcing the turn. It must be said, by surprise I stood a pillar of salt, and somehow sluggish all reacted.

  - Well, I'll listen carefully - Marissa stood before me in a free, relaxed position. Knife could not be seen, but I do not doubt that, if need be, he will be in a moment in her arms. Or in my side.

  - And how do you so quickly sobered up? - MDA, today I just champion idiotic questions.

  - You've got one last chance. - She frowned - and nothing you think I'll do nothing, because you're a kid. I have nothing to lose, and I will not hold on to the stupid principles.

  The situation was quite tense, and we had to quickly come up with exactly what you can tell Marissa that are no longer able to avenge Norrie, it is not immediately fell on me. But, despite the inappropriate for this situation, I hesitated for a few seconds, just admiring the beauty of the girl. I have never seen anyone who'd been so angry to face.

  Of course, I've had enough experience in dealing with the opposite sex, but Marissa was a miracle as well. The head have got jammed into holes romantic clichés, about the grace of a panther, half-naked blade, and other stuff that is so like the authors of romance novels.

  Marissa's voice, sounded with the already ill-concealed impatience, forced me to re-focus:

  - Well? - I did not have time to notice how reappeared knife in her hands, spun around in his fingers, showing unprecedented agility and skill in dealing with him his mistress. I swallowed. Yes, it was necessary to urgently do something to say, pull on already clearly life threatening.

  - Well ... I just needed to know where exactly Norrie sent Trickster and Ray. I wish he did not say, and I had hoped to follow you, I heard you wanted to deal with this ...

  - Ensure me? You're an idiot, babe? - Marissa's a shame laughed - yes, you and for a not followed. Why you needed it, answer me quickly!

  Think for a moment, I decided to tell the truth. In the end - not my fault that I was robbed, and I was hoping that the girl will have enough common sense to understand it.

  I told Marissa all, I woke up in the park with no memory of writing and the clock, the found a crystal that was clearly linked to the murders of young girls, about how I was robbed, and how I helped Molly.

  She listened in silence, all twirling in his fingers and a knife, and without changing expression. When I finished, she looked up at me and asked:

  - You know, boy, how lucky you are?

  - Lucky?

  - Yes. I will not kill you, even though such a desire in me for a moment appeared. These two idiots, they were my family. Anyone would tell you that the Trickster - a sneaky bastard, but Ray just a dumb thug, but I was raised, and I loved them. No one could touch me with your finger since childhood. Ray would have kicked over my head to anyone.

  - And in fact, we can say that they are to blame for his death - continued Marissa - many times I have told them that we have to work thinner, that all this will end badly, and one day they were someone all kill-taki ... And you can see how it happened - the girl sighed sadly. - But you relax, I do not blame you. And Norrie, in fact, not so guilty, just cheap swill in "dead pig" told me an easy way out.

  I suddenly felt sorry for Marissa, and even the Trickster with Ray ... Not that I justify their actions, but lonely children without the care and education of adults, it is difficult not to break down and do not begin to live according to the laws of the street. Man makes the environment and they have virtually no chance of becoming different.

  - Okay, good to mope, - the girl's voice again sounded cheerfully and efficiently - do not know about you, but I want to get to that bastard who killed my boys. Norrie said he sent them to her, the lean herring, his wife, and she really - for someone of his clients. I have this old rat knows, and even more so afte
r today, and I did not say anything. To put pressure on it can not be, this is not the Hackney and City instantly find ourselves in the bullpen. So one hope for you - you come, sing a song about Mama's ring, you see, and know what.

  Basically, the plan suit me, it remains only to find out exactly when Marissa was going to implement it. Hopefully not today, time is running out is simply critical.

  - I agree. Just today, I can not, I still have to go back to the shelter.

  - Silly you. Where today? This city, where shops close before dark. Tomorrow we will go.

  Marissa suddenly came up to me, and before I could blink, pulled the hood from my head.

  - Well, as some of this chimney and could not see the face. What a flaming you. What is the name that you?

  - Sherlock - I suddenly felt very silly in a silly woman's dress. Marissa was standing so close that I could clearly feel the smell of her skin. Trying to look away, I still saw her peripheral vision is quite frank neckline. A wave of heat rising slowly through the body, and while Marissa has not guessed what was going on with me, I had to quickly escape.

  I took a step to the side and sat down on one of the chairs standing in the room.

  - So how did you know I'm not a girl?

  - Yes, only the blind could not understand - she smiled. First, you throw the stones so as make it boys. Let them clumsy, but nonetheless, the girl would have thrown all wrong. Secondly, when we ran out - you again, did it like a man. The girl would put her elbows to the sides, and more to the seed, and you ran freely. But most importantly - Marissa laughed - when we hopped in Imperial, you have pants were visible from under her skirt!

  Damn it. Stydoba some, disgrace. I, too, masking genius ...

  - A sober then how are you?

  - Oh, it's me here ... one friend does. Soporific pills sober. Help in the work, - what an evil grin at her. I conclude that further inquiries to anything good will not result.

  Looking out from a small window, I saw with horror that is rapidly getting dark outside. Marissa turned on:

  - I like it, it is necessary to run urgently.

  - It is necessary, it should be, - she shrugged. - Come on, I'll take you.

  Instructed me about the time and place of the meeting tomorrow, Marissa, not only sat me in an omnibus, but also to pay the fare.

  - Remember, you come out near the Victoria Bridge, from there you ten minutes on foot.

  Hmm, I would walk was getting at least an hour, and also probably would have got involved in trouble. And on the omnibus - beauty, fifteen minutes, and then I can already see such familiar shabby home district of Hackney. Laying a small detour to bypass certain Maher Street, I went back to the shelter. Deciding not to disturb Mr. Robinson, who in the evening opened the door to the front door, and not to open it too much curiosity in their appearance, I decided to go to the back stairs.

  The whistling and hooting of the pupils, who played in something in the backyard, I turned out to be a stroke on the third floor and flew into his room.

  Already, I dressed in a few minutes, as if nothing had happened, went down the hall to the office of Miss Emily, hoping to ask her about the nearest library or publishing "Daily Courant". At the site of Miss Emily was not there, and I have a few seconds to think over what to do the same to me now. Suddenly there was the sound of bells and the subsequent noise of the stamping of the plurality of running feet, suggested to me that it's time for dinner.

  I must say it was very, very helpful, I ate today in the morning, except for one loaf of cinnamon, eaten with Donnie in the backyard. Rich on the day of the event did not give me a chance to think about food, but now that all the excitement behind us, I felt an obvious outrage hungry stomach.

  Going down to the dining room, I discovered that all the students were already in their seats. Free chairs were just beside Donnie, who smiled happily when he saw me. I sat down next to him and whispered in his ear:

  - Thank you.

  - I do not understand, what for? - On his friend's face reflected confusion.

  - Well, the place took me even two out, both sides already! - I smiled. - And then I would have somewhere to sit with Ronnie, or Bob, little joy.

  - I ... - Donny suddenly blushed quickly - I did not hold. Just no one sits next to me. They despise me. They say I'm a wimp and a coward, and yet zauchka. And it's all the truth ...

  - Look, Donnie! - I just wanted to remind him that he was not afraid of any Bob nor old Shaw, but then the door opened, and the dining room came Miss Emily. Behind it there is the familiar truck that rolled this time Mr. Robinson. Behind him marched Mrs. Rose, with a large ladle in hand.

  I have no hesitation, stood in line to hand. At dinner, give a small amount of cabbage and mutton couple fibrils lived designed to simulate meat. Even I, in principle, are not spoiled by the delicacies, such food was not particularly taste. Moreover, it was frankly not enough. It's amazing how such a power, Donnie was able to remain so plump.

  Quickly swallowed dinner, we left the dining room with Donnie. I honestly wanted to sit for a while in solitude, bring thoughts in order to recall the events of today, plan for the future.

  But when she saw how lonely, in fact, Donald, and realizing that it is very important to communicate with me, I decided that I could well afford to devote time to other.

  Donny took me into a large room filled with closets with lots of books and desks neat, with standing in front of them high chairs. I thought it was something like a reading room, and, apparently, my friend spent here all my free time.

  Glancing at Donny questioning eyes, I sighed and told him my whole story, from beginning to end, including today's journey and familiarity with Marissa. In this world, Donald was already the fourth person, whom I trusted, and the first to whom I told everything. I spat on his earlier thoughts. Donnie has proven that he can overcome the fear of the other, I think that my secret would be able to save it.

  The reward I was admiring gaze, moans, groans, shouts: "It can not be", which every now and then interrupted my story. I feel that I have become a true hero in the eyes of another. It is certainly nice, but a little confused.

  - So now, you go to a jewelry shop Norrie?

  - Yeah, we'll go tomorrow. I need to make sure that the uncle's clock is still there.

  - Well, if they were there - did not let Donnie, - what will you do? You've got no money for their redemption?

  - Mmm ... I do not know yet, take a look at the site. - To be honest, I already had the idea that the clock back by fair means, may not be possible. And given the very vague moral principles Marissa is likely that this option will not even be considered. But to talk about it, I did not Donnie. - Maybe Marissa is.

  - Well, yes, yes - Donnie zahmykal skeptical.

  Suddenly fell upon me very tired, the day was difficult, I got up early enough, and a hot dinner played a role, so that I, yawning, said goodbye to a friend and went to his room.

  He fell onto the bed, I began to make plans for tomorrow. Immediately after breakfast, I had to attend classes for the first time, together with the other pupils. Then I did the complete disposal of the old man show and after dinner he could go about his business. With Marissa, we agreed to meet at 3:00, that is, I had about an hour to visit the library. And do not forget to ask Miss Emily, where is the nearest ...

  It was the last thought that flashed through my mind, and after a few seconds, I was fast asleep.

  Chapter 10.

  The night passed quietly - visions were not any, slept just fine. Still a bit strange to lie not in gelkapsule - coarse cloth sheets and rigid, prickly blanket a little irritated, but only now, in the evening, I fell asleep, as in a whirlpool.

  Ringing bells, who served as a shelter as an alarm clock, all was not, and I do not hurry up, let thoughts senseless and languidly tossing half asleep. Suddenly clearly I saw my mother's face, a sad smile.

  Mom often sad and I could not understand why. Now, I think I understand. Mom saw another life, something she reme
mbered something I heard from my parents. He and his father lived in the past, preferring to just such a departure from reality. This is also a weakness, as a suicide, like Wirth, but who am I to something to blame? I'm a wimp, living its illusions, taking reality as a necessary evil, seeking salvation and refuge in the old books ...

  Feeling that a wave of despondency and self-pity has already eclipsed the horizon, ready to come down on me with all their multi-ton weight, I shook my head, driving murky thoughts, and jumped.

  That we help to deal with unwanted thoughts? Yes, that's it! Job! Today'll take Mr. Shaw a set of mechanics, it is better to do in your free time not lie vegetables, and learn. In the meantime, if I do not charge? Simulators I have not, but try some classic exercises no one bothers me.

  I must say the idea was excellent. By the time the last bell rang, and I was able to shake the press, and poprisedat and naotzhimatsya to shaky hands, and even painted a very awkward shadow boxing. In addition to the vivacity and dramatic mood lifting, I received an unexpected gift from a system that is appreciated my efforts in one unit of force, and one - endurance.

  Mentally, due to the characteristics of the character, I admire the data plate:

  Sherlock Brown

  Level 3 (200/1000)

  Characteristics:

  Power - 2

  Perception - 3

  Endurance - 4

  Intellect - 5

  Agility - 1

  Attractiveness - 2

  Luck - 3

  abilities:

  Mimicry - 3

  Deduction - 1

  skills:

  Mechanics - 2

  I do not know how these figures are good, I do not compare with anything, but most importantly - they are growing, and it pleases. Here are just brings agility yet that is not surprising when we remember how I threw stones at shop Norrie, rejoicing that contain at least about the direction you had planned.

  Quickly pulling the pants with jacket, I ran out into the corridor and joined the crowd of students heading to the washroom. It must be said - to wash ice water was itself the test itself, and even the room was relatively hprohladnoy and full of drafts. But today, this invigorating cold gave me real pleasure, a little cool the body after intense exercise.