It was a dark rainy night in London, the city looked vacant. The citizens were home sleeping avoiding the heavy rain and loud thunder. This night there was also a evil element in the air. A man was running towards a horse drawn carriage that was going unusually fast even for a pleasant night. The carriage stopped and three men came out holding a girl that had blonde hair and a white dress. A man stepped to the carriage door held out his hand and from inside a hand reached out and held his. The hand belonged to a girl with brunette hair, that was tied up in a flower bun, and who stood 5'3''. The blonde girl that was being held was trying to resist. The brunette walked up to her and grasped her chin.
"Now, now, no fussing. I don't need another dead corpse on my hands." The girl says, she has no English accent, which means she was one of the new generations that had a plain voice. The girl that was being held glared. The other girl snapped her fingers and the men took the hostage inside an abandoned tower. "Hurry, the annoying pests are coming."
The man that was running after them was no other than Sherlock Holmes, the greatest investigator in England. He finally reached the tower and another carriage came to a stop. Exiting were police officers and Dr. Watson.
"Took you long enough." Holmes says
"Sorry we had a detour along the way." Watson says. They enter the tower. They see the hostage tied up to a chair and gagged. Watson walks up to her as Holmes stood there examining his surrondings.
"I wouldn't do it if I was you." The girl entered from the dark. She held a gun pointing to the hostages head. "I need her alive and here."
"Well, Miss…. I didn't catch your name." Holmes says
"To you, Miss Murder."
"Miss Murder, you don't have an accent so that means you are not from around here. And that you have the hostage tied up to a chair means that you are going to torture her or your prepaing to make a trade."
"A trade. She is my ticket for getting out of here."
"We can't let you do that." Watson says as he runs up to her until Holmes stops him.
"What is the trade that you're wanting to make?"
"That is personal business." As she says this a man enters the room with an old man being held. "Uncle!" she says in concern. The guy was a buff man; he was 5'6'' with short blonde hair. He looked at the girl then at Holmes.
"Mr. Holmes, please to meet you." He bows. "Let me introduce myself, I am Dark Wood."
"Yes, I can tell a resemblance to you and Black Wood."
"You have met my brother, how is he?"
"Dead."
"I don't think so." He looks at the girl. "Now the trade should be starting now."
"You think I'm going to let you take this young girl."
"Mr. Holmes, she is the reason I am here."
"Fine let's do it." The girl says. The girl snaps her fingers and the men fight off Holmes and Watson. The girl and Dark Wood trade off.
"You think I let you go that easily." Dark Wood says. As she reaches over for her uncle, he is shot in the back.
"Uncle!" he falls to ground being held by Miss Murder. Dark Wood snaps his fingers. The men were all injured; Holmes was going after Dark Wood but disappeared. He sees Miss Murder crying as holds her dead uncle. He walks over.
She hears footsteps coming towards her. She gets up and tries to hit him. He dodges and gets a hold of her hand.
"You think you know it all, Mr. Holmes. You don't. Black Wood might have been easy to kill, but Dark Wood kills for joy. You will lose." She makes him let go of her hand. She walks away. "Don't get in my way." She leaves as the police enter. The police look around.
"What the hell happened?" one of the police men says. Holmes and Watson just look at each other, and then walk away.
"All yours gentlemen." Holmes bows and walks away.