Sherlock Holmes paced down the rainy streets of London, careful that no one would notice him. It had been like this for over a year, running, and of course, being VERY bored.
A cab trundled down the road beside him, slowing down as it came. Sherlock dismissed the cab, but that did not stop the owner from getting out of the car.
"You're the ha-"
"Don't mention my bloody hat." Sherlock spat. He turned to the cab driver, who was grinning manically.
"You're also the cab killer!"
"What?"
The driver laughed. "Don't you remember Cab killer?" He jeered."You really should, I mean," He broke off laughing. "Life is a 50/50 chance. It's like so normal for people to die, some before others. Your pet buddy for a start."
Sherlock drew in breath sharply. "How do you know about John?"
"Soldier lad?"
"Yes." Sherlock growled, he felt in his coat pocket for his pistol. Then he remembered, it was in his trouser pocket.
"Do you honestly think I'd tell you?"
"Not really, no."
"So we've reached a understanding then?"
"No, again!"
The driver glided over to the door of his cab, entered, pulled up his hood so it covered his amber eyes and rolled down the window. "You know you won't always be there for your li''le soldier lad Sherlock, or the other way. The dog loves his master, but nobody loves chickers more than KFC."
"What are you trying to say?"
The driver did not reply, he shoved a newspaper front page up to the passenger window. And drove off into the London night.
Fake genius. The headline still haunted Sherlock. In this society, where it was normal to have an IQ below average, you were more likely to stand out if you were intelligent. Because he could think, people feared him, and then to cheer themselves up, they branded him as abnormal, and false.
But what did all this mean?
A/N
Ok the story is a little slow now, but I promise soon, something wonderful we be revealed. Yes I did take that previous phrase from TIME RIDERS, well done you if you knew that.
Please review, and maybe add what you think the cabby's riddle meant.