Such a bleak day, and yet the bustle on grimy streets of London never ceased to rest. Through the fog and moist air, those who worked never stopped; along with these street workers, the famed Sherlock Holmes to worked. A mystery had presented itself before the genius and since then, he hadn't thought of another subject. Quite intriguing indeed. Five women had gone missing, and not one had turned up; dead or alive. Many believed these to be unconnected, that these people had just left their lives in search of something else. And yet, the ever present detective shut all of these assumptions down.
That was, however, after the body of the first missing pupil was found; in an unpleasant manner. Strung up the London flag pole on the mere door step of council, the good doctor Watson himself concluded this to be a serial killing.
Little was known about these deaths, even after careful investigation by the great detective. This was the conclusion of the public, and of Watson, however, the extensive amount of running that was being done at the moment, showed otherwise.
Holmes raced down the dirtied pathways of the great city in determination. His breathing heavy as he weaved his way in and out of the throng of people, carts, and horse drown carriages. Every now and then running into someone or knocking something over.
His hair awry, and cloths thoroughly covered in muck, Sherlock Holmes made his way onto a newly contracted building. Climbing the make-shift ladder, he bound forward tackling an attacker to the ground, knife flying across the barren room. Watson soon arrived joining in the fray, aiming his attacks at the two smaller opponents.
Close calls and small victories occurred throughout the fight. But overall, they were losing. The biggest seemed untouchable, and all attacks thrown in his direction unfazed him.
This, however didn't stop the detective from trying his best to over throw his efforts. But over time, Watson was over powered and Mr. Holmes was fleeing the scene; or attempting to, until he was pulled back and thrown across the room, landing on his side facing the scene. His scenes impaired, the Englishman was no good for battle at the moment. Shaking his head as to shake the blurry vision which now held his focus, he tried to pick himself up and do something.
His life-long friend was struggling against the hold both assailants had on him, but to no avail. Picking up the knife once more, the beast of a man held it above his head, about to plunge it into the young girl. she could not have been more than twenty and five, but then again, she could have done plenty in that time to get herself killed…..
As his bear like arms reached over the top of his head, time slowed, Sherlock knew he couldn't have any credible effect before he murdered the girl; his mind was racing as he looked franticly around for anything to aid him.
Just as he was about to reach for a piece of pipe strewn across the floor, a gun shot rang out.
Then another
And another
And another
All in all, eight shots hit the attempted murderer. Sending him, luckily, backwards in a heap of lead and blood.
All four men present looked franticly for the shooter, only to see the smoking gun in the hand of a woman. Her face alight with fury and anger that could only be described as containing pure and utter revenge and blood thirsty intentions; gently letting her hand drop to her side she ran to the only other female in the newly constructed premises.
Swiftly falling to her knees and slowly awakening the girl. The distraction of having a woman, nonetheless, beating a man-beast had cast all attention of the two men that stood now loosely holding the good doctor, away and out of mind for the two man team.
Just as reality set in, both accomplices continued their conquest, assuming all bullets were emptied into the largest of the three.
However, they were correct, they seemed quite unaware that they had picked a fight were the odds were immensely against them. Before they had gotten with-in five feet of the young ladies, both were on their backs and in great pain. The reason being a man named Watson and a man named Holmes.
Just as all of this was completed, Scotland Yard on the scene, taking the two into custody and covered the dead with a sheet.
This was and is going to be an interesting case, indeed.
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