The Painful Inevitable
I Don't Own ANYTHING.
Sherlock Holmes walks down the crowded street, picking up buns and rice along the way.
He notices the smell of paprika on the baker and the smell of tobacco on the postman.
He bumps into a woman accidentally and apologizes before noticing the woman.
"Hello Ms. Adler." She smiles with an amused expression and replies "Well hello Sherlock. Still sliding along in life I see."
Sherlock frowns, feeling insulted. "Still whoring your way through life I see." He retorts, then instantly regrets his words as he sees her face fall.
"Very well Holmes. Have a good day." Her words are dripping with venom as she turns on her heel and walks away.
He silently questions if he should follow her, but decides that that would only make things worse.
He, too, turns around and leaves the street, headed towards his apartment.
Once he reaches the building, he enters, careful to avoid his nanny.
He goes into his room and begins to strum on his violin, replaying the conversation over and over again in his head.
Irene hurries away from Sherlock angrily. She knows that she shouldn't have poked fun at his actions, but he had no right to say that!
She makes her way to a block before her hotel before she notices 3 men trailing her.
She failed to notice them out of her rage, and she curses herself for it, before heading into a secluded alley to take care of them.
They fall into the trap, entering the alley behind her. What she doesn't expect, however, is the three men already in the alley.
They surround her, and she grabs her secret dagger preparing to strike.
One of the thugs grabs her wrist, and twists it, forcing her to drop the knife. One of them grabs one arm, and another grabs another. One man keeps watch at the entrance of the alley.
One man with black hair pulls a knife out and holds it to her throat, but she frees her right arm and punches him across the face. The man grabs her arm again, and the furious black haired man strikes her across the face, and then punches her in the stomach at least 4 times.
She leans forward, gasping for breath, as one man holds a handkerchief to her face, and the smell of chloroform fills her nose, bringing her to a deep state of unconsciousness.
Sherlock is awakened from his nap when his nanny comes to his room and yells that there's someone at the door for him. He mutters under his breath and goes down the stairs.
He's still groggy from his slumber, which keeps him from noticing the obvious signs of danger.
As he opens the door a black haired man smiles and claims to be a perfume salesman. He takes out a perfume bottle and sprays his face with it.
Sherlock notices too late the smell of chloroform, and he falls asleep into the man's waiting arms, only to be dragged into a shade-drawn carriage.
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