Authors note: Hi! This is the first story I'm posting to this site, and it's actually not mine. A friend of mine who wishes to be called Asdfmovieman wrote this, but didn't want to manage his own account. So he had me edit and upload it for him! Hopefully you all like it, and if not, leave some constructive criticism. Also, warning: this is a complete and utter crackfic.
Our story begins in the small town of New Jerusalem in 1890, with a young detective by the name Johana H. Watson. Phil Lester, his partner was a doctor for 5 years before a major accident in his career, resulting in him being fired.
"Phil! Stop playing that damn piano and help me with the Case of Miss Temmie, she has been living in fear for over a week now! So move your lazy ass!" Watson howled to Phil slowly running out of patience for his partner.
"But sir, music is the essence of happiness, clearly you could use some in your life." Phil replied with not a care in the world. He was only around for himself, not caring for others problems.
"Fine! I'll deal with the case myself!" Watson furiously scowled as he got up from his desk and slammed the door as he went out. "I really should think more about the people I hire to help around here…" Watson remarked to himself.
It was 10 o'clock as Watson walked along the road pondering over the facts of the case. He knew the man who killed Ms. Temmie's husband couldn't have gotten far from town. They were able to track him to an old abandoned barn but they lost the trail there. They moved Ms. Temmie to a new home until the case was solved, not knowing if the killed was targeting the family specifically or not.
Watson reached into his pocket and pulled out the apple Phil had given him that morning. "At least he is okay at keeping me fed… "Watson whispered to himself. "Should be a women's job though… never mind Phil now"
Watson quickly shook the idea out of his head and realized he had already reached Ms. Temmie's house. He entered through the front door and headed to the room where the husband was murdered. He went over all the evidence that had been found and followed all the trails to the back door where the killer had left the house. The door was smashed at the handle and forced open.
"Strange" Watson thought to himself "There was no forced entry at the front door but there was during the escape.
In that same second Watson heard the front door open. Cautiously he moved towards the kitchen, then to the hallway making every step as silent as he could, he peered through the hallway and saw the front door with a note sitting right inside on the wooden floor. Confused he proceeded to investigate the letter still being very cautions to any potential threats. He picked up the letter and in bold print it said "LOOK BEHIND YOU". Instinctively Watson reached for his gun and rolled on to his back to face whatever he might see, but he was too late. Almost in slow motion he saw a rock flying straight for his head, but he couldn't do anything. The hallway went black as he lost consciousness.