Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were just about to crash a black arts ritual when two people appeared. One was a girl with red hair in a short blue dress armed with what Sherlock assumed to be a shoe. The other was a boy-ish looking figure armed with a STICK. Everyone waited for Sherlock to throw the first punch. Then Watson and the other two sprang into action. The boy helped Sherlock by kicking two men in the nuts and hitting a third in the back of the head with the stick.
The red headed girl ran to help Watson. She stabbed one guy in the back of the head with the Devil's High Heel before kicking another in the balls. And then, without realizing she wasn't using her shoe anymore, she slashed a man's throat. She looked at the mini sword in her hand.
"What the hell? This isn't my shoe," She stated, confused out of her mind.
"That would be mine," John said standing behind the girl.
"Oops. Sorry," She handed the sword back to Watson.
The boy noticed that the woman being tortured was convulsing worse than before and that she had grabbed a dagger from beside her. The boy ran up and grabbed the woman's arm before she could stab herself. Suddenly the candles blew out with a wind that came out of nowhere.
"Sam and Elizabeth O'Laughlin. I knew you would come," The cloaked man said. The two shared a what the hell look. The man then acknowledged the two other men in the room. "Sherlock Holmes. And his loyal dog. Tell me doctor, as a medical man, have you enjoyed my work?" He taunted.
"Let me show you how much I enjoyed it," Watson was about to hit the man who turned.
"Watson!" The red headed girl and Sherlock exclaimed as they stopped him. They now saw a long piece of clear glass coming from between the man's hands. If Watson had taken one more step, the glass would have stabbed his right eye.
"Observe," Sherlock said.
Watson was clearly shocked.
"How did you see that?" He asked.
"Because I was looking for it," Sherlock used his baton things to break the glass and Watson raised his gun again. Sherlock used the baton to lift the man's hood, revealing…
"Lord Blackwood," Watson said.
"You seem surprised," Blackwood noted.
"I think the girl deserves your attention more than he," Sherlock stated. Watson looked at his friend and nodded.
"Agreed," He went to the girl but not before hitting Blackwood across the face.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, boy-o... Good lad," Lestrade said as he showed up before kicking a man whom had previously been knocked out in the fight in the face.
"Impeccable timing Lestrade. We have one for the doctor and one for the rope," Sherlock smirked.
"Clarkie."
"Sir."
"Lestrade this woman needs a hospital immediately," Watson yelled.
"Put her in the back of the Mariah," The Lestrade ordered. He then turned to the girl and the boy. "Who are you two?"
"I'm Elizabeth O'Laughlin and that's my sister Sam."
"Miss, Sam is a boy's name."
"I am a girl. Where we come from, Sam is a boy's name and a girl's name," Sam stated, irritated.
"We came to help," Elizabeth said.
"Well thanks to you four, London will breathe a sigh of relief."
"Congratulations, Lestrade," Watson smiled; now standing next to Elizabeth.
"Bravo Inspector. Have a cigar," Sherlock gave him a cigar.
"Gentlemen, Ladies," They all turned to see a man with a camera.
"Where did you come from?" Sam asked, but she was ignored.
"Cheese," The man said. Sherlock and Sam covered their faces with their arms, and Elizabeth bent her head down so her long hair covered her face.