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Evangeline was walking home from her study session with some of her classmates, lugging her guitar case along. Out of nowhere, a man stepped out of the shadows and just stood there, staring at her as she walked towards him. Evangeline’s steps faltered slightly for a moment before she continued walking with much more confidence than she actually felt. A glance at her surroundings showed that they were the only two living things on the street. Not even a cab was driving down the street. She was all on her own.
Evangeline tightened her grip on her guitar case.
She considered turning around and walking the other way or even simply walking to the other side of the road, but as the thought crossed her mind, the man started walking toward her, his steps purposeful. Adrenaline started seeping into her bloodstream as they got closer and closer. When she was about to pass by him, he reached for her. She swung her guitar case at his head as hard as she could and hit him in the face before running away as fast as her legs could take her.
She wasn’t fast enough.
Weighed down by her backpack and case, there was no way for Evangeline to make it far before the man caught up with her. He wrapped his arms around her middle and lifted her feet off the ground. Evangeline started yelling as loud as her lungs would allow as she lifted her legs and then brought her feet down against her attacker’s knees as hard as she could. The man buckled to the ground, taking her with him, and causing her to land face first against the cement, making her cry out. She twisted so that she was able to elbow him in the face. He roared and pinned her to the ground, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face into the sidewalk. Evangeline felt something in her nose crack and cried out again as her nose started bleeding before she started screaming and crying for help. She continued to struggle against the man as he pressed her cheek into the concrete, but it was no use. Still, she refused to give up.
Evangeline kept screaming and when the man covered her mouth with a hand, she bit, not holding back in the strength of her jaw. She tried not to retch as the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. She tried to spit it in his face, but her neck couldn’t twist back that far. Still, at least it got the blood out of her mouth.
She kept screaming until she heard two sets of running footsteps draw near, a shouted “hey!” and some scuffling.
At last, the weight of her attacker was off of her and she could roll over and gasp for breath as her chest was no longer restricted by the crushing weight of the man and her backpack pushing her into the cement.
She lay there on the ground for what felt like an eternity before a new man with blue eyes, blonde hair and a grim look set on his face entered her line of sight.
Evangeline scrambled back from him and he was quick to put his hands up.
“Hey, it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a doctor,” he soothed.
She looked up at him warily, but let him approach.
“Can you sit up for me?” he asked.
She squinted up at him warily, his features coming more into focus as her brain registered that he wasn’t a threat, and let him help her into an upright position. The man pushed her backpack off of her shoulders and started to look her over.
Evangeline frowned, “What happened to-?”
“My friend has him handcuffed to a light post with police on their. We need to get you to the hospital. Is there anyone we can call for you?” the doctor asked.
She shook her head. They had already called and she was sure they were on their way.
“Can you tell me your name?”
“Evangeline Johnson.”
“When’s your birthday, Evangeline?”
“December second. What’s your name?”
“Doctor John Watson. My friend over there is Sherlock Holmes.”
Evangeline looked over and saw a tall man in a black coat with dark curly hair and angular cheekbones. That must have been the afamed Sherlock Holmes.
She nodded, “Okay. Can you make sure Greg takes my stuff?”
John wracked his brain for a moment, “Lestrade?”
She nodded again.
“I can do that. Do you know him?”
“Yeah,” she said, staring off into space a bit.
“I think you’re going into shock, Evangeline. Can I call you an ambulance?” he asked.
She frowned, “Why would you do that when we can just take a cab?”
“We? Would you like me to go with you?”
She shrugged, “If you like.”
“Alright. We’ll wait for the police to get here and talk to them for a bit and then we’ll take you to St. Barts, okay?”
She nodded numbly, “Okay. Where’s my guitar?”
Doctor Watson looked around and found it, “Right here,” he reached over and pulled it closer to them, “You put up quite the fight, Miss Johnson. You’re very brave.”
“Well, it was either that or get raped, killed, or both.”
Evangeline couldn’t remember much of what happened after that. She vaguely remembered flashing red and blue lights, the concern of a certain DI, a cab ride, and then the bright lights that only fluorescent lights could provide and the smell of disinfectant that only came from hospitals. She remembered Doctor Watson’s kindness and support and the steely gaze of fierce blue-green eyes.