Of Detectives and Wizards
*I own nothing created by J.R.R. Tolkien or anything from Sherlock (Steven Moffat and Mark Gatniss), the Holy Lords of Awesomeness*
~Sorry the chapter is so short. I have a feeling that you're going to be extremely confused, so if you could just wait for it to play itself out, it will all make sense. And please tell me if you think it's good not, 'cause I'v never done a crossover before, sooooo, yea...~
Chapter One
Somewhere in Middle Earth…
Heaven ran as fast she could through the dark forest. Something was behind her, something big, and something terrible. It was chasing after her, and had been for all of five minutes, but she felt like it had been hours.
She looked behind her and saw nothing. There was nothing but darkness, trees, and vines behind her. Her heart was beating fast, and her mind was full of dread. She didn't know where the creature was, and neither did she know where she was.
Heaven looked around her, trying to figure out where she was. She didn't even know what part of London she was in anymore. As far as she knew, no part of London had trees, and no part of England had that monster.
Just as she began to sit down, a strong breeze blew through, distorting all noises. And the next thing she knew, she was pinned down, blood streaming from her shoulders where two sharp claws dug in, and pain was searing through her whole body.
The creature was horrible. His eyes where as black as coal, his teeth were long and sharp and covered in blood, his skin was slimy and gooey, he had a small cut on the side of its face, and red goo slid down, and his growl was like one from a monster from Hell.
Heaven knew she was going to die. And all she could do was scream as the monster bit into her side.
Somewhere in London…
"Heaven Barker has been reported as missing, and we request that anyone that sees her, or hears from her, must contact the police immediately," the news lady said. Sherlock instantly shut off the TV, sick of seeing the faces of the missing persons. It had been going on for a month, and he was no closer than when he first started.
John was in the other room talking to Lestrade on the phone, trying to help, but getting nowhere.
"John!" Sherlock yelled, hoping he would get off the phone.
"Hold on!" he yelled back.
Sherlock let out a sigh as he sat back and waited. He was starting to lose it. He wanted to find the missing people, but he didn't know where to look. He was starting to believe that they had just vanished. He didn't want to believe that, but it was beginning to seem like the only other option. Whoever the criminal was, he was good, almost too good.
"What you need?" John asked, looking down at Sherlock.
"Do you think it's possible that the people just, vanished?" he asked.