Iris danced into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge, paying no attention to the human hand on a plate on the 3rd shelf.
"Make yourself at home then." Sherlock said form the living room.
"Ok." Iris said, ignoring Sherlock's sarcasm. "I'm guessing that the beer is John's." Iris said in a hopeful tone.
"Good deduction now put it back in the fridge." Sherlock said to his niece.
"You're mean." Iris said and walked back into the living room.
"You're only just getting that?" John laughed.
"You're not exactly the nicest person in the world John." Sherlock said in defence.
"What's that supposed to mean?" John asked.
"Well you've shot three people in the time I've known you, one of those people being me." Sherlock said.
"Owww, do tell." Iris said, her voice filled with mischief.
"Yes John, do tell." Lestrade said, mimicking Iris.
"Do I really have to?" John asked.
"Well if you don't I will." Sherlock threatened.
"Fine." John sighed. "I shot that Jeff Hope guy."
"That was you; there was a full police inquiry into that!" Lestrade said in a raised voice.
"Well in my defence I didn't mean to kill him." John said.
"He was a serial killer Lestrade." Sherlock said.
"That doesn't make it any better." Lestrade argued.
"Yes it does." Iris said.
"Do you want me to tell you about how I shot Sherlock?" John asked.
"Fine, go on." Lestrade said.
"Well, I shot Sherlock when I found out he'd faked his death and not bothered to tell me." John said, sending Sherlock a death stare.
"And the last man you shot?" Iris asked eagerly.
"Some Russian mob leader, he was being boring so I shot him in the leg." John said like it was a completely normal thing.
"I might add that he had a gun to my head." Sherlock interjected.
"Are yes, the case of the butterfly assassin." Iris said.
"You read my blog?" John asked.
"Everybody reads your blog, John." Iris said, removing her phone from her pocket. As she read the text that filled the screen her eyes widened with shock and horror.
"Iris?" Sherlock asked in a concerned voice.
"I've got to go." She said in a shaky voice, standing up and moving towards the door way.
"Iris wait!" Sherlock called and stood up from his chair. "It's pitch black out there."
"They've got the whole cult, Sherlock. I can't just sit here and let them kill everyone." Iris pleaded to her uncle.
"Then let us help." John said, standing up and walking two steps towards Iris.
"You don't even know me, and Lestrade is clearly a bit scared of me." Iris said, still in her desperate tone.
"I'm a doctor; I help people I don't know for a living." John replied.
"I'm sorry but I can't let you, the Kinsley brothers are monsters in their own right." Iris said, looking down at her feet.
"I 'was' a soldier." John said.
"And you got shot." Iris said.
"Iris we're coming, end of story." Sherlock said in a -just deal with it- tone.
"Fine, but don't blame me if you get shot." Iris sighed. "Get your coat its cold."
The three men chased after Iris as she ran as fast as she could down the small dark road. She nimbly danced in and between the array of different bins and rubbish, although John, Sherlock and Lestrade were not so graceful and kept falling over.
"Slow down!" Sherlock shouted.
"You speed up!" Iris argued.
"We ca..." Sherlock started but fell over before he could finish.
"Idiot!" Iris called back over her shoulder.
"Oh shut up!" John called and then promptly slipped over.
Iris suddenly stopped; all three men crashed into her and knocked her over.
"Why have you stopped?" John asked.
"I don't know what way to go." Iris said through panted breaths.
"Left." Sherlock shouted.
"Ok, let's move." Iris shouted and began to run.
"This is it." Iris said as she stopped outside a rundown B&B.
"Are you sure?" John asked.
"Yes, come on." Iris said and walked towards the door; she removed a gun from inside her coat and held it by her side.
"Is that licensed?" Lestrade asked, his inner police man taking over.
"Nope." Iris said and slowly pushed open the door of the B&B.
"That's illegal." Lestrade said in is whisper as they entered the building.
"Honey if you knew what I did at the weekend you would have me locked up before I could ever say banana." Iris said in a tone that was scarily similar sounding to Moriarty.
"Do elabora-..." Lestrade started but was stopped by the back of Iris's hand on his chest.
"What is it?" John asked.
"Look up." Iris said and all three men did so.
"What is that?" Lestrade asked.
"To put it simply, it's a booby-trap." Sherlock said and broke the circle of paint with his finger.
"What does it do?" Lestrade asked.
"I'd rather not find out." Iris said; she continued down the hall way towards the end door. There were three other doors along the hall but all of them hung open and Iris could not sense anybody in the rooms. The hall way was dark, the only piece of furniture being a small table with a vase of dead flowers. The door at the end of the hall was locked but Iris could still hear breathing and whispers behind it.
"There are people in there, its most of the cult I can sense them." Iris said in a whisper; her eyes turned black and then yellow almost strait after. She moved her hand to grip her gun better, her finger hovering over the trigger.
"John." Iris prompted in a whisper and he removed his gun, holding it by his side just as Iris did.
Suddenly the door at the end of the hall way was unlocked and slowly began to open. John and Iris shot their guns up and aimed at the door. A tall dark haired man walked out of the room, he had short cut hair and a large scar running across his right cheek.
"Oliver." Iris said with a snarl.
"Iris." Oliver replied. "If you could be so kind to lower your gun?"
"Oh you know me so well." Iris said in a pleasant tone before lowering her gun. But before Oliver could do anything else Iris pulled a knife from her jeans and throw it towards Oliver, it hit him directly in the chest, piercing his rib cage and puncturing his lung. His eyes filled with fear and pain as he fell to the ground.
"Kill or be killed." Iris hissed.
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Well that's nice, second chapter and Iris is already killing people. Reviews are nice.