Basil of Baker Street Fanfiction
The definition of villain
It was early in the morning, but I was awake, I always was at that time of day, though usually only leaving the house if it was required for a case, but I wanted to make sure it was true.
Walking towards the small cemetery in which no one ever visited, I thought on whether I really wanted to go to such a terrible place, a place where the most hated mice were buried. There it was, no flowers, no letters just engraved stones.
I found the stone with the disturbed earth in front of a tombstone that said: Ratigan 1888-1889. Even I knew little about his history, though I was also surprised about how little information was on the stone.
My thoughts soon turned to why he would choose such a little respected life. The only reason I could conjure was he felt wronged by Mousedom. I remembered the day when we took him on as a villain during the last kidnapping before my assistant, Dawson, moved in with me.
I had been playing my violin, an activity I often do while I'm thinking about a case, when Ratigan had stopped me to ask for help finding his wife and son, whom had been taken by a specist mouse.
After I was finished screaming I had said that I don't help rats, and "I haven't any time for tricks" I hadn't even deducted him on whether his words were true.
"Basil? What are you doing here?" It was Dawson "You mustn't blame yourself, he was the most selfish rat I've ever met."
I looked down at him sadly, "Even so, he was a life." Dawson nodded, though he seemed unsure.
"Let's go home." He said.
After Dawson was a distance away. I pulled out my notebook and wrote a letter to him, it only had two words on it, but that was all it took, then I set it down in front of the gravestone, with a rock to hold it in place.
The note said: I'm sorry.