Out fast as i said! i can keep a promise!
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Chapter ll
The two rushed down the stairs with their coats on, passing Mrs Hudson, who was still slightly pale, on their way.
"Found a case boys?" she asked, but before they could answer she added, "that'll keep you out of trouble for a few hours, stop you putting monsters in my sink!" and she turned back into her room.
"Oh dear." said John. He knew it would soon blow over, but when mrs Hudson was angry, it was usually a sign that he wasn't the only one at the brink of giving up on tolerating Sherlocks insanity.
"Don't you worry Hudders, it'll all be fine. Fantastic!" Sherlock called, though his land ladies door was shut fast. He strode down the hallway closely followed by his assistant and burst out of 221b baker street with a wide grin on his face.
Automatically, John raised his hand up to raise attention to a taxi, but Sherlock walked straight past him and proceeded to cross the road.
Confused, John followed him over, waving away the cab that had pulled over for him. He had his window open and John could see him shaking his head inside, clearly a bit annoyed with him.
"Sherlock, aren't we going to the police?" John asked, slightly out of breath from rushing around suddenly after relaxing inside. Sherlock was staring up at the buildings opposite their own flat, and he was measuring something with his arms outstretched. He was clearly not listening to John as he was muttering something not quite audible to himself and scaling the walls rapidly with his eyes.
"Sherlock?" John tried again.
"Police, we don't need the police!" He announced "Do you remember, was it in line?"
"what?" John asked ,confused at what his friend was trying to ask.
"The two holes? The one in the window and the one in the picture frame, were they in line with each other, it's very important?""Erm, no, i don't think so." answered John, feeling slightly under pressure and vacant to the relevance of the question.
"Oh for Lords sake!" huffed Sherlock "you need to be positive!"
"Well why don't you go and check? The house is just there!" John asked.
"You go. Do you have a gun?" Sherlock said.
"A gun!" cried John.
"Don't worry mine's here somewhere, now go!" he ordered.
Shaking his head at the detective, John bounded across the road and into the building again. He entered the living room, carpeted in random bits of paper from Sherlock's earlier rage, and advanced towards the window where the hole from the dart cut through the glass. It was at around shoulder height for John and he glanced around to look at where the picture frame used to be, before it fell off its peg when the dart hit it earlier.
He was about to open the window to shout the affirmed answer to Sherlock, he looked out to see him pointing a gun up at the window!
"Duck!" He warned, shouting up at John from the other side of the street and John dropped down suddenly. What was Sherlock doing!
There was a loud bang and another smashing sound as the bullet shot through the window and hit the wall like the dart had done, except this time, the damage was about a metre and a half closer to the ceiling.
Boiling with confused anger, John scrambled up from the floor, where he'd ducked to avoid the guns target, and swung the window open. He stuck his head out and glared down at Sherlock.
"What!" He screamed at him. "Sherlock!"
The crazy detective looked up at John, confused to the cause his anger. He was still pointing the gun at the window and it made John nervous.
"Point that thing away from me!" He shouted "what the hell are you doing!"
"I'm investigating, obviously. We have a case, we need to investigate!" Sherlock replied inoccently. "Duck!"
Only closely avoiding this second bullet, John pressed his face aginst the floor and listened to the bang and then the smash of the glass.
"Sherlock!" He shouted and scrambled up to the window again. His friend had finally stopped pointing the gun at him, but was now nowhere to be seen.
John leant out of the window and peered up and down the small street, trying to find Sherlock. There was little traffic and the sun was just peeping round the clouds in the dark sky.
Although he knew there wasn't anywhere really to hide on the short, straight road, John checked several times up and down, searching for the missing Sherlock.
Suddenly, he heard a shrill scream from outside and through the window directly opposite and a familiar face emerged from behind the glass.
"Sherlock?" John shouted across, staring at the figure.
Sherlock was mouthing something, but John couldn't work out what he was trying to say.
"What?" He said, confused.
He kept on mouthing the word and John was starting to pick it up.
"D..Du.." He tried.
From across the street, Sherlock lifted the window, revealing a pale white woman in a night dress standing behind him, and lifted the gun again.
"Duck!" He boomed and there was another bang.
"Sherlock stop it! It's not in line, window hole is…"
Bang!
"Higher!" John announced, attempting to make Sherlock stop destroying their flat.
"Marvellous!" Sherlock cried and disappeared from the window leaving the pale woman standing there, completely shocked.
There you go!
bit shorter but out there. will be a little longer until i release the next one but please stick with me for two weeks at least... if nothing after then i've probably given up.
HOPEFULLY see you soon.. bai!