Hey, first story to ever post online! This is a big first for me because I tend to prefect a story for a year or two and then have a slight thought to shows someone and never do. SO. This is a bit of a way to loosen me up on being more comfortable in writing. Sorry it's so short, I wanted to get a few reviews on where I made some mistakes and need to revise or was just a horrible part that must be rewritten. which might be the whole thing. -_-'. So thank you and please don't just say things like curse words and such that are rude against my style. I would prefer we all be adults here and get advice from one writer to another.
LICENSE TO KILL...ER MAYBE?
Sofie hated parties, that was why she was staying in a night class consisting of her and her best friend Michael AKA Michelle who had been sitting through a lecture on using animation on a children's type film and what were appropriate kinds of speech for said characters when a conversation caught her ear as she was heading out. She couldn't help but see this as a Dora The Explorer moment where she would face the messy faced, doe eyed children of the world and say something on the lines of, "What was that, go into the room and check out who could be using one of the old classrooms at this hour?" shaking her head, she hitched her army green messenger bag on her shoulder better with a questioning gaze almost using the force on the heavy woodened doors.
"What if I don't choose either? I could just walk out of here." she heard a deep voice state calmly.
"You could take the 50-50 chance or I can shoot you in the head. Funny enough, no one's ever gone for that option." at this moment Sofie's fingers responded instantly to twitching for her Smith and Wesson M&P 9mm. with a trace laser grip. the baby had taken ages to save up for but it was well worth the 17 capacity and the extra protection with moving to another country against her parents permission.
Michael rounded the corner with a sour look on his face, meaning that his flirting with the professor had failed. Michael tended to use no deliberation what so ever. "No go, no homo." he spat. Sofie held a pale finger to her plump pink lips in a 'sh' position, warning him to walk over quietly. once he was next to her hovering at the door he could hear what she had.
"The gun." a man with a deep voice stated calmly. With a click, the two college students jumped, waiting for the shot. "I know a real gun when I see one." with a sigh, the two looked at each other. Michael nodded to Sofie's gun residing in her delicate pale hands before she turned on the laser, making sure that the light shown on the ground as to not give away their position. Michael walked down the hall to find a payphone and contact the police. after all, why have a cell phone when you only had each other basically?
"None of the others did." a man with an older voice spoke indifferent to the mans inquiry.
"Clearly." the deep voice spoke as though a bit board with the conversation. "Well this has been very interesting. I look forward to the court case." a chair began to scrap the tiled floor and she was about to enter the room with the purpose of wounding someone when the older man spoke.
"Just before you go, did you figure it out?" the older man asked the deep voiced man. "Which one's the good bottle?"
"Of course, child's play." The deeper voiced man almost scoffed. Sofie dunked down when she realized that the door was opening, hoping that whoever was coming out had a better head on themselves than to kill some lanky kid spying in on their conversation.
"Well which one then?" the older man asked. "Which one would you of picked, just so I'd know weather I could of beaten you." he said. "Come on, play the game." foot falls left the door and something scraped at a table. "Oh, interestin'," the older voice said in a toying tone. "So what'd you think, shall we?" before the man could say anymore, Sofie charged into the room and lined the sight up on the older man before aiming it at the taller dark headed one.
Both men stood, unsure of their next move when a gun that wasn't hers fired.
The older man dropped in an all to familer fashion. "I bet you get bored, don't ya?" he spoke once his breathing caught up. "I know you do. Man like you. So clever. But what's the point of being clever if you can't prove it. Still the addict. But this, this is what you're really addicted to. You do anything—anything at all to stop being bored. You're not bored now are ya? Innit good—" he yelled in between gasps to the younger man.
"Was I right, I was wasn't I?" the dark haired man yelled in the older ones face who was laying on the ground gasping. "Did I get it right?!" the man then threw some sort of pill at the mans face and stood a little. "Okay, tell me this. Your sponsor," he breathed ruggedly. "Who was it? The one who told you about me—my fan. I want a name." he demanded.
Sofie Cocked her gun to get the mans attention. "I'm still the one with the gun." she spoke evenly. "Get off him."
Ignoring her, the dark haired man nealed beside the older one. "A name!"
"No." the man coughed out.
The next words seemed to scare Sofie the most. "You're dying and there's still time to hurt you. Give me a name. A name! Now! The NAME!" the darker haired man stepped on the older mans shoulder who cried out in pain.
"GET OFF OF HIM!" Sofie yelled as she began to move forward to tackle him when the older man yelled out-
"Moriarty!" before going limp. Sofie bowed her head in a moment of silence for the man who she didn't even know. When she had looked up she found the tall dark haired man stare strait at her.
"You live with a gay man who seems to like using your make-up when you're gone, which is strange you even own any since you don't tend to wear much at all, seeing as how you only last wore eyeliner three days ago. you're a college student, obviously, who likes to study the art of film making and from the looks of the holes in your shirt I'd say you owned a cat, English short hair to be precise. looks aren't a big deal to you meaning you're a very laid back person, meaning some people take advantage of you often to which you are left with nothing on most occasions." he paused to take a breath. "Oh yes, and the family issues." the man continued when the police arrived, running through the door and locking Sofie in handcuffs, most likely due to the fact that she had the gun still pointed at the cruel man. "You don't interest me as much as I had hoped."
"Fuck you, whoever you are, fuck you!" she yelled to the man who seemed as though he didn't care. He was out of her sight by the time she was dragged out the door way and thrown in the back of a squad car. She could see Mimi talking frantically to an officer and pointing every now and the at Sofie's direction with mascara running down his tan cheek bones.
The officer finally glanced in her direction before nodding to Mimi and walking towards the vehicle. "Hi, Sofie, right?" the gray haired man grunted out awkwardly. "Um, I am DI Lestrade, so what are you doing out here to begin with?" he asked her as she sat in a painful position to be able to see who she was talking to without falling backwards.
"You mean besides trying to stop whatever game those two psychopaths were playing?" she spat. "I'm sorry, it's been a long night, I was in an animation class with Mimi. Night school meets up about twice a week and we were the only ones to show up besides the teacher. I have a license for the gun." she said before noticing the tall dark haired man walking way from the crime scene. "Hey, where is he going? He was hurting the guy before he died! stop him!" she yelled as she began to stand.
The gray haired DI looked perplexed at the man leaving but let it go. "He's a helper of sorts here in Scotland Yard." he defended.
"What's his name?" the girl asked with her eyes trained on the cruel man.
"Who, Sherlock? It's Sherlock Holmes." the man said as he dug out keys for the handcuffs rubbing her skin raw. once she heard the click she stood up immediately and watched the Sherlock man get in a cab heading south.
"We will most likely be seeing each other in the future." Sofie said to the man before grabbing Mimi's hand and dragging him to the nearest cab before setting out on the adventure of a lifetime.