The demon of Baskerville – Chapter 01
In an a dark room, nobody know where something moved. The empty silence was broken by a sudden sound of paper buzzing. It was a simple little sound, yet able to chill the blood in the already scared heart.
"Well, well. It seems they finally returned." hummed a cold voice "It's been an eternity I had seen this two together. Heh..." a sudden roar snapped him out of his thoughts, it echoed ominously in the room.
"Hungry again?" asked half aloud, folding the newspaper in the hands "Fine then. But worry not, your time will come soon. You can show your pure strength I gave you." the ground grumbled by the heavy steps of an unknown, large figure, followed by another, blood chilling howl. His face torn into a malicious grin and glanced back at the cover's photo "Just wait... soon we will meet, dear Watson. And you'll be mine!"
"How do you feel?" two pair of shoes knocked on the bricks as two person walked down the street in London.
"Less furry and stinky. I really needed that shower and shave."
"And thanks to you Mycroft's bath tube is plugged for the next year."
"Hey! It's not my fault, Sherlock!" the answer was a light smile from the other person.
"Lighten up John." told him Sherlock.
"It's not that easy as you say..." John put his hands into his pockets, watching the bricks. Sherlock's smile vanished and lowered his head as well for a second. He was right. He lived in lies for three years, it's natural he feels this way. Sherlock knew this just well. But he needed to do this, for John's sake...
"You know what's not easy? Finding a damned case I would appreciate!" Sherlock let out a huff and fastened his steps. John tilted his head as he looked after the man. Now again what's gotten into him? It was less than 24 hours he left the cage and this man was... already thinking about cases? Well... John needed to admit, this was that Sherlock he always liked. He just needed to get used to the 'normal' life again. John scratched his neck and followed the other.
"Don't tell me you..."
"I don't want to waste my high intelligence with stupid nonsenses! I want a real case! A mystery!"
"And what about the regular ones?"
"Too easy to figure them out."
"Ah yes... you always solved them in a minute..." another awkward silence settled between them. They never talked a lot, but this time the quiet was heavier. Sherlock tried to not care about it and trotted up the stairs, arriving to their old residence on Baker Street.
"At least this hasn't changed." noted John as he followed his partner inside. The flat seemed empty, Mrs. Hudson wasn't there. Still, when they went upstairs John smelled an unfamiliar scent. He immediately grabbed Sherlock by the sleeve and pulled him behind.
"We're not alone!" hissed and pointed at the slightly open door. Sherlock raised a brow, then shook his paws off his arm.
"Geesh it's just another annoying customer!" said and stepped inside, John quickly followed him. In the middle of the saloon they found a tall man, examining all the weird decoration Sherlock gathered together. When the door opened with a creak he rolled around to face with the newcomers.
"Mr. Holmes?" asked suspiciously.
"Told you so." Sherlock rolled his eyes annoyed and sat into his favorite armchair "Let me guess, you came from a very far place to share your pity little problem, right? Not interested!" he was so damn casual, yet so arrogant, like always. John just now realized how much he missed his cynicism.
"But I haven't tell you my problem yet..." blinked the customer, like s startled chicken. He cleared his throat, starting his monologue "My name is Henry Knight and s-some mysterious murder h-has happened in my h-hometown, Dartmoor. I-It was even in the News..."
"Never read them!" cut his sentence Sherlock "I don't care about some stupid little murders."
"B-but Mr. Holmes..." Henry was shocked by his reaction. "These aren't simple murders! Something ripped apart the victims!"
"Maybe an animal?" suggested John, keeping an eye on the person.
"Larger! I-I think it was a huge monster, that killed those people." Henry's voice stammered in fear.
"Bah monsters doesn't exist!" snorted Sherlock.
"But the Hound do exist!" by the word both Sherlock and John staid quiet and changed a look with each other.
"What... did you say?" Sherlock slowly raised from his chair. Henry twitched a little before he repeated.
"T-there's a large... Hound... that kills human!" Sherlock then walked to John, snatched his cellphone out his pocket and typed a number. John and Henry watched him confused.
"Hello, Mycroft? I need a car, immediately!" this is what he said before he switched out.
"What are you doing Sherlock?" raised a brow John.
"Isn't it obvious? We're going to catch a dangerous hound in Dartmoor!" stated Sherlock with an excited grin. They just didn't imagine what kind of dangers they will goes through.
End of chapter 01.