My first story! Please read and review! :) Will update sooon!
Inspired to write this fanfiction after watching Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr and Jude Law about 1million times, enjoy :)
Accountant. Midst in the affair with his lovers' half sister; small bloodstain below his left ear, a lump in his upper pocket suggests that he carries a knife; in his right coat pocket contains a ticket of free will to Paris; In his left, a cigarette; murdered his eldest brother out of jealousy and hatred when his parents fell ill.
Yet I called him my friend, or perhaps in the case of this event the word associate is more suited for this point in our lives; In his hand that was outstretched to my torso was a bottle of Phoemeth. His expression told me that he had smuggled the substance out of his mistress' house; her husband was a doctor; rich, but quite literaly buried in ignorance.
I took the small bottle out of his hands; wrapped it up in some ragged old cloth I found alone in my pocket and tucked it away from the world; Timothy was his name and he sat motionless against the worn wooden bar table and closed his dark eyelids; they were an unhealthy purple detecting a recent fight. But this seemed like a gesture for me to leave. So I did.
Outside of the tavern was one of the many slums of London; the air smelled of death and decay; Poverty was at it's highest, children were orphaned and murder was nothing but an everyday event that was disregarded by our careless authority; Lestrade and his 'merry men' were no use at all. I waited by the crooked door leaning on the scratched wood and waited for my counterpart Dr. John Watson to arrive, but as I was waiting, something caught my eye; a shadow moved through the darkness.
I stared at it, figuring out what it was, racking my brains out; It was not a rat, for it was much larger in scale; but it wasn't a man for it was smaller. I walked over to the alley way; my feet sank into the mud and the thick air around me traveled into my lungs; everything around me was dead; the houses were desolate and not a sign of life was around me apart from that mysterious silhouette; the only light that hit my eyes was the light from the stars as they formed marvelous pictures in the sky and as if the shadow was running it disappeared into the alley way; but I decided to chase after it.
That's chapter 1! Writing more soon. :)