*Y/N's P. O. V. *

It was a last minute plan, I have no idea where I am going with it, but it started already and thankfully, everyone is buying it.

All I needed was the doctor's cooperation and for him to mess with my test results and fortunately, he was more than willing to help me. I got the chance to talk to him when I was brought into the emergency room earlier, I was able to wake up by then and created this incomplete plan, but it was a good start. No one was there except me and the doctor, so I think my secret is safe. It seems that Mycroft already fell for it too, so it must have been really working, or maybe he's just this eager to get rid of me.

Hearing him say that he'll send me away just like that after finding out that I have an "amnesia" was a bit painful. I thought I was used to him already, but I guess not. Honestly, nobody would get used to having this kind of relationship to anyone. But I guess his decision is logical and would actually help me more, I need to devise a plan on how I'll keep track of her...the true biological sister of Sherlock and Mycroft...Eurus Holmes and actually stop whatever she's trying to do.

I heard everything through the small recording devise that I managed to stick on John's clothes when he got near me. I heard everything that Mycroft narrated and I was disgusted and disturbed, Eurus is the definition of a mad genius and because of that, she's a very threatening enemy. I'm sure she's going to tear Sherlock apart, worse than what Moriarty has done to him, Eurus will do it by emotionally tormenting my brother, which means the life of the people around Sherlock is in grave danger. I need to do something to protect them too.

I'm afraid that Mycroft is right, I am her first target like she was screaming earlier, I am nothing but a replacement and a thief. That would be my image to her and I can't blame her, I am indeed those things, but that doesn't mean that I have wanted this and would deserve something like this to happen to me. It also doesn't mean that she can do things to her brothers for forgetting her and setting her aside, it was her fault anyway as she's uncontrollable.

I really just need to plan for greater war this time.

I'm thankful that my mind was still functioning fully compared to my body which is in a total wrecked state right now. I couldn't even move a single muscle without feeling an excruciating pain. I really need some time to let myself heal and I would get that time after Mycroft has sent me away, at least I will have a few safe days or weeks before I go do whatever plan I'll be able to create, hopefully, it is a good one.

For now, I'm just thankful that I'm still alive and I have no one else to thank but own will to live and James. He didn't just leave me behind, he risked being affected by the explosion just to make sure he gets me out of there. The image was still clear in my head, it was the first time I saw him fully having a concerned expression, it was when I was running on the rooftop and giving my last strength when I jumped. He really made sure that he caught me and he did and now his blood is even being transferred to me. Our blood type is rare and I was shocked when he volunteered earlier without hesitation. But of course, after finding out that I have "forgotten" everything, he left too but for some reason he agreed with Mycroft - that it's better if I was sent away.

Is it to lessen their problems? Or is it because they want me safe? I guess I'll never know.

Right now I just have to focus on recovering and devising a good plan. I know it'll be hard because all people that would have been a great help should believe that I have an amnesia, they are the ones that need some kind of protection. I can't go back to Sherlock or Mycroft, I didn't want to risk it with James this time too. I don't want to drag anyone around Sherlock into this so I'm not going to ask Greg, Molly, or Mrs. Hudson. I am alone, for real, this time.

But maybe, except for one more other person that is greatly concerned with Sherlock...
.
Irene Adler.

-----------------
*James' P.O.V.*

"She finally got broken, huh? I was beginning to think if that girl is still a normal human being, turns out she is and she went down FAST!" Sebastian stated excitedly with much fascination after I told him that Y/N's memory was wiped clean.

"Hmm, I don't know, Sebastian, but it really does look like that for now. There might be a chance that she'll remember again in the future...but I think that'll be all too late for her. The storm is coming up fast," I said with a smirk.

I badly want to meet her and I'm sure that I'll be able to. Now that I know that she might have a vendetta against her brothers, I'm the best person that would be a great partner to her. Of course, I am not intimidated by Mycroft's warning, I will never be manipulated and IF and only IF I was...I will skin whoever manipulated me. 

"And we will be on the side of that storm," Sebastian stated with an evil smirk. He and I really have the same thoughts sometimes.

"Consider it done, Moran," I told him.

---------------

I walked inside of my office and right that instant, I knew I wasn't alone in there. Seems like I didn't really have to wait at all. "Took you long enough, darling," I stated. I closed my office door behind and fully entered the room. I saw Eurus Holmes sitting by the end of the long table. She was lazily sitting on my seat with her feet up on the table.

"I was always watching, James. I hope I don't bother you if I call you that," she answered back. Her confidence is overflowing, I love it. It was way more than Y/N's.

"No, of course not. Call me whatever you want," I replied. Eurus smirked at me and I did the same.

"Well, I'm not going to make this long. We both want the same things and I think you and I will make a great team. I saw how you played with Sherlock before and I must say, I am impressed and trust me, I rarely am. You're something, James, and as you should know I am something too...and together, we could be everything, " Eurus explained and I do love her oozing confidence. "You should have never settled for the least. I should be a real queen in here, " she continued and it's obvious that she's talking about Y/N now.

"Why would you need my help? You could probably handle yourself very well. Why would you still go to me? " I asked, walking towards her.

"A queen needs a king...and a king needs a queen...a decent queen to be exact. I could tell you everything that did to Sherlock before: how I made him scream, how I scarred him emotionally, how I continuously break him over and over again, and really we could do all of those once again, James. You handle the elaborate crimes and cases and I'll make sure that each of them will be unsolvable. That would make Sherlock explode in frustration, let's also add up playing with the people around him. That would make him scream more. Have you heard him scream? Oh, it's such a great sound!" she explained like a kid explaining something very exciting.

But I have to agree with her, her plan would absolutely break Sherlock Holmes and I love the sound of that. It's not that I couldn't do this all on my own, but I think it's better to do and celebrate it with someone.

"Where do I sign?" I told her with a smirk. I'm already in front of her and finally, she stood up. Our height isn't really far from each other so now we're just both staring at each other on eye level.

"No need to be so formal. Let's just go straight to it. Let's own everything, Mr. Moriarty," she said while lending out a hand. I immediately lend out mine and we shake hands.

"Already ahead of you, Ms. Holmes," I said and she smiled probably amused with my pride.

----------------

*One Month Later*

*Y/N's P. O. V. *

I must say, if I didn't care about Mycroft and Sherlock and didn't want to go back to James, I would have stayed here where Mycroft had sent me. I'm currently in Switzerland right now, having a pretty great normal life.

This is where he sent me and they created a new identity for me. They fed me information saying that I am from here and I was on vacation when I was attacked in England. They also established that I am living alone and working as a volunteer teacher at a nearby school. Everything is actually believable, Mycroft has set everything in place for me.

I was able to recover a lot faster than I thought too and I really am happy that I did. I can't waste any more time, especially now that the terrorism and crime rate in England is just going up. I'm betting my soul that Eurus and James are already teamed up which is in no shape or form a good thing. I know it was them because all the incidents are horrific and somehow Sherlock couldn't bring in any culprit, Eurus is making sure that he can't solve anything. She's already starting to torment him again.

For now, I had no idea how they are really doing, all I have are assumptions and hope to all holy that they are still fine. I hope Mycroft and John can keep Sherlock together and as for James, I know he's already withered, but I hope he doesn't reach Eurus' level. I need to get to him soon and by that I mean I need to start my plan now.

"I know you know that Sherlock Holmes is in danger. I am willing to help, but I need your assistance. You probably know me too. Come see me and tell no one. - Y/N H." I typed in on my new phone which I made sure that no kind of tracking device is attached to it. I sent the message to Irene Adler, I knew memorizing her contact will come in handy sometime.

After a minute, my phone vibrated and somehow that made my heart jump. This is it, I'll be going back to hell if she cooperated and I hope I'm ready this time. "Tell me where you are. - I. A." the message says and a smirk appears on my lips.

The game, once again, is on.

----------------

*The Following Day*

I told her to meet me at this cafe near my place. I know that there is still some security that has their eyes on me, I'm sure Mycroft wouldn't just leave me all alone, so I have to keep my act on. I also told Irene to have a disguise.

Soon, the doors opened and I saw a beautiful lady walking inside. She was just wearing a plain white dress and her long hair falls perfectly on her shoulders. She's not wearing much makeup but she's still very pretty and she looked so intimidating and intelligent too, must be the reason why Sherlock takes a special interest towards her.

I waved at her and gave a smile, acting like how normal people would do if they meet. Irene smiled at me, walked towards my seat and sat across me. "I'm shocked that they haven't changed your physical appearance," she told me.

"Yeah, maybe they think it'll be useless. If their sister would really want to get me again, she would, whether I still have this face or not. Completely hiding me is futile," I answered. I've already told her the situation and it seems she's really interested in helping me.

"What do you need, deary?" she asked. Her voice is so soft yet very manipulative.

I started to tell her my plan and fortunately, I have all of her attention. She was listening to what I am saying attentively and her eyes are glowing with interest. She's also suggesting a lot of things which I really appreciate. She really wants to help me and it's probably because of Sherlock.

I told her my full plan - that I need someone to replace me in here, acting and taking my form. I want them to believe that I will never leave this place, that I'll never 'remember: I know that wouldn't fool them for long, but I need the time that that would give me. Once I get back to England, it's time for killing again. Obviously, Sherlock knows who are causing all the crimes in the country...he just couldn't bring them in because he can't gain enough evidence which I'm sure is killing him. I figured out that I just need to get the names from Sherlock and it's time to erase them permanently, besides, things will be faster that way. I guess I could say that England needs 'The Punisher' back, but seriously though, I still don't like that name.

"I have the perfect person to replace you here, she's good at disguise, but I guess if you want to buy the time you still have to come in once in a while. Especially if one of the three decides to visit, or should I say spy on you," Irene said.

"Oh, that'll be for sure. Most especially when the bodies of those criminals start piling up again. That's also why I need a lot and I mean A LOT of disguises. I'm not going to wear this face while doing the killing. As much as I can, I don't want to blow my cover. I need them to continuously believe that there's some kind of person that hires different hitmen to kill those criminals. They should think they're against another group or whatever," I explained to her. Irene smirked at me and leaned in her chair.

"To avoid getting hit in your pressure point," she stated, "You really are a Holmes too, but bolder. You know what you want to do and you will do it no matter what, I must say I'm impressed. You have me on your side, Y/N. As long as you can keep him sane and safe," she continued.

"Safe? I'll definitely do that, but sane? Come on, is he still one?" I joked and I was shocked that she laughed.

"Well, I better arrange things for you now. Be ready for tomorrow. I'll send the replacement immediately and your initial disguise and it's back to England for you. Good luck, Y/N. May you have the guts to go against the east wind, " she said before getting up and leaving me behind.

I sighed in relief, I didn't expect it to be that easy. I really thought she'll want some assurance that I am really going to help, but I guess she saw through me and seriously, I think Sherlock has told her a lot about me, maybe that's why she trusts me.

Well then, time to level up this deceit a little further.

----------------

*One Week Later*

*Sherlock's P. O. V. *

I don't understand...I couldn't compete against her and it's ruining me. I couldn't keep up.

I hate everything right now, it's like things don't make any sense! All I know is I need to keep focusing on bringing in these criminals. I know who they are, I am sure, but for some bloody reason, I can't find any evidence against them. It's like they are intentionally making me find out who they are, but they are masters at cleaning their crimes. And with their numbers piling up, I couldn't possibly handle anymore...but I don't want to stop. I can't stop now.

"There must be something, there must be something that could connect all of them. Yes. YES! I just need to find it and bring them in all at once!" I stated loudly while talking to myself. I going through the papers in front of me while I am sitting on the floor. I could hear distant blabbering from John about something...about news and some people dead.

"Sherlock Holmes! Get a hold of yourself, you're letting her play with you more!" Finally, his voice finally came through. I was pulled out of my thoughts for a while and I saw John just across me.

"What?" I asked casually and he sighed while shaking his head.

"You've been too far off for almost a week! You don't know what's happening around you anymore. Jesus! Look at this place, if I'm not in here, I bet you'll be buried with all these mess! You need to be wholesome more than ever, Sherlock! You are wrecking yourself! " John said angrily.

"I am focused! And you just ruined it. I'm close to figuring it out ---

"Oh, are you? You're just saying that to satisfy your ego! Stop it. Besides, you don't need to anymore. Look at the telly," he suddenly said and I followed what he said.

I looked at the screen and it's showing a flash news where the reporter is narrating how the bodies of the 10 people that I know are the criminals are found dead in a forest. They are saying that the bodies have been mauled and almost turned inside out.

"Someone did the deed for you, Sherlock. And I feel like I know who did that," John stated.

I immediately got up and walked around the flat, digging through the mess, "Phone?! Phone?! Phone?!" I said every time I threw something out of the way to find my phone. Finally, I was able to see it on my couch. I immediately dialed Mycroft's number.

"Hello, brother-mine. It's great to know that you can still call. That means you're still somehow sane. And if you are wondering, it is not her. I am currently here at the place where I sent her and she's here and she hasn't left ever since. So even if we do wish it is her, save the effort," Mycroft said the moment he accepted my call.

"Are you sure?" I asked and I heard him snorted.

"Am I sure? Do you know who you are talking to?" he said and I could even feel the pride even though he's countries away from me.

"Yes, the person that put her in this situation in the first place," I said.

"Oh, shut up, Sherlock. Pointing fingers will not do anything now. Just try to stay sane for as long as you can. I'm sure she's just starting. And also, hope that whoever is killing these criminals is on our side, because if not, the party will definitely get more lively," Mycroft said. I could hear that he is stressed too, but knowing him, he will never admit that he is. We are that stubborn.

"Nonetheless, continue to have a lookout for Y/N. I'm sure she's not done with her," I told him.

Now that I think about it, Y/N could have been a great help for us now if she was with us. Mycroft and I might have these strong logical minds, but Y/N has the guts to do the dirty work and now, I am with her morals. Back then, I wanted her to do the opposite, but now that we know that the game isn't playing fair, her skills could have been very helpful, but it's too late for that. She's far off now.

"Already doing so. Call me again if something else comes up," he said and with that, he just hung up.

"It's not her, it couldn't be her," I murmured as I look up at John who's worriedly gazing at me.

"It's not bad to hope, besides, she's the first person that came to my mind. Look at the crime scene," John said as he took a piece of paper from a table and showed it to me.

It was a picture of an overhead shot of the crime scene where the 10 bodies are laid on the ground dead. John was right, all looked like they have been turned inside out. I was staring at it for some moments, something about this scene looked familiar.

I held the paper and I sat on my couch. I never gazed away from the picture. I even started turning it around, it really looks familiar.

"Something wrong, Sherlock?" John asked.

"Sshhh! I'm trying to remember!" I screamed, agitated.

The paper is too close to my face now, I'm really trying hard to remember what this is...and all of a sudden, I began to understand it. The bodies were positioned to create symbols, symbols that only I and one other person know about because