Once Upon an Agent, Jackie Blake [red white and royal blue hardcover .TXT] 📗

why I believe that God has punished me by taking away Alexander. And that is why I must let go of my beloved, John Watson. Or he might find the same fate.





Chapter Four -Memories-

I awaken to a pounding headache. It is odd, since I haven't been drinking for a while now. Very strange.
It could just be the result of my power acting up. I close my eyes to go back to sleep when I remember that I have to train William today. Mercy is probably at the agency already....so I will have to hurry. I crawl out of bed and quickly get dressed in a deep blue dress with matching gloves. I comb and pin up my hair under a hat,  and after I am done I stare at myself in the mirror. This is truly the day. The day that I will leave John.
         The image that stares back at me, is one of a woman that has been through a lot of things by herself. 
Before I had Mercy as my dearest friend, I was all alone. With only my wits and charm to get me through the hardest things. When I met Alexander I felt as if I would never be by myself again. Then his brother, Derek, shot him out of being jealous. That shot was meant for me, but Alexander stepped in and took it for me. And right then starring into my mirror, I have a very vivid memory of that night.

           

 

    I open the gate to the graveyard with my left hand, my right clutching a single candle. Even though I am suppose to be brave, I have a fear of the night. A dark shadow is standing underneath the moonlight as I make my way through the headstones. I could see perfectly well, the candle lighting the path before me. 
         "Alexander?" I ask when I reach him. He dosen't asnswer. I find it odd since when we are alone he usually greets me with a kiss. He is wearing a cloak ,as to not let me see his face. "Alexander?" I ask again, nearly to the point of being frightened. I reach out and yank off the hood only to find a more sinister face underneath. It is Alexander's brother, Derek. He smiles  and says to me, "Hello, darling. Did you miss me?"

I am pulled out of the memory by a hand on my shoulder. I look up into Mercy's face. Slightly worried face.
"You were thinking about him again...weren't you?" she asks me gently. I nod, tears coming to my eyes. But I had decided long ago not to let them fall. She knows how I struggle to move on without Alexander by my side. And I appreciate how much she cares about me, though she continues to try to get me to talk about what happened. She is my dearest friend and always will be. 

"Mary,whyever do you continue to torment yourself?" Mercy asks me quietly. She is worried, I can tell. I open my mouth to tell her when a knock sounds at my door. We both turn at the same time to find the door open ajar, with no one there. , "This house continues to scare me, especially at night." Mercy says. I can't help it , I chuckle. Mercy joins me in laughter as we leave for the agency. 

 

 

          

We arrive at the agency. Changing our clothes to our uniforms, I pull out my locket from my collar and open it. Inside is a tiny painting of Alexander. His eyes stare right into mine. "I miss you, Alexander." I whisper

 

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Publication Date: 02-14-2014

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Dedication:
To my mother, who's love of Sherlock Holmes inspired this story.