One of my trademark introductory chapters! Yay!
So, just a little story that came into mind. Just to warn you I am a slow updater. Enjoy!
The sun shone bright and cold over the silent slopes of the French Alps. A hut stood abandoned and snow-covered, with barely a tree nearby. The scene was still, until two man worked their way up, footprints marking their path.
"Here?" asked the shorter, an army-doctor named John.
"Here," said his companion shortly, without slowing. This was Sherlock Holmes, world's only consulting detective.
They entered the cabin. John frowned, rubbing his hands together.
"It's as cold in here as it is outside. I thought most of these ski huts had heating nowadays?"
"Most of them do, yes, John." Sherlock had by now walked to the back of the room and was poking about the fireplace. "But our killer was running something altogether more secret. He had to have this little house away from the rest of the world, his little base. Look – he hasn't even used the fireplace for fear of smoke."
Sherlock carried on around the room, looking into all of the crevices about the room. John stood in the middle, hands in his pockets, watching.
"So, what exactly do you intend to find here?"
The younger man straightened up, eyes shining. "The truth¸ John." He glanced around, biting down hard on his bottom lip, searching. At last, he seemed to have found what he was looking for. He grinned.
Sherlock moved back to the fireplace and slammed his fist into the panelling above it.
*SLAM*
"Sherlock, what're you -"
*SLAM*
"Sherlock -"
On the third hit, his hand broke through the panel, and his smile grew bigger. He made the hole larger and stuck his head and arms through.
"Sherlock, if you could fill me in I'd -" He stopped. He strained his ears, trying to hear over his companion's scufflings in the chimney. Yes, there it was. There was definitely a low rumble, somewhere far away. And… was he imagining it, or… or was it getting louder? Closer?
Everything began to tremble and he knew what was happening.
"Christ, you've started a bloody avalanche!
"Hmm? What? Yes, very interesting John…"
"Sherlock, get down!"
He dived to the floor, pulling Sherlock out of the hole and down with him. He rolled them both under the table.
John shut his eyes.
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