Inside the hideout
When Basil opened his eyes, he was lying on the floor. He sat up with a grunt and looked around: he could see only darkness.
"Well, well" said a child's voice behind him "the genius is finally awake".
Basil turned around to see a small figure half hidden by the dark. It was a little girl about seven or eight years old, dressed like a boy, with a small light in her right hand. Basil couldn't see her face: the light was too weak to show it.
"Where…where am I?" he asked, standing on his feet.
"Somewhere in the sewers" she answered "I can't tell you more."
"Who brought me there?"
"My father's henchmice" said the little girl. For a moment, her long, wormlike tail appeared from the dark.
"Your father?" he asked "who is your father?"
The child laughed. "Look at me, detective" she said, raising the light to light up her face "don't I remind you someone?
Basil took a step backward and gasped in shock.
The little girl had light fur, a triangular pink nose, jet black hair combed and a short ponytail on the top of her head. And those yellow eyes…Basil knew only another person with eyes like this.
"HE!" Basil exclaimed " I can't believe it! Don't tell me that HE is your father!
She laughed again, revealing white, sharp teeth. "Brilliant deduction, Mr. Basil" she said "now follow me, I'll bring you to him".
"You will do WATH! Wait a moment…what does he want from me?"
"Just help you to capture the Killer of Alleys. He won't hurt you, if you' collaborate".
"But…I mean, we're enemies. E-n-e-m-i-e-s. I hate him, he hates me. God, we hated the each other since we were just ten! Why should he help me now?"
"Believe me, Mr. Basil" said the child "my dad isn't very happy at the thought of helping you, but it's the only way to get the Killer of Alleys."
"Why does he hate him so much?"
The girl's eyes grew sad, but just for a moment. "He'll tell you everything. Now follow me".
"Have I another chance?"
"No, you don't. You can't escape from here: there are henchmice at every exit."
Basil followed her trough dozens of dark galleries, trying to make her say more.
"What's your name?"
"Ginny. It's for 'Ginevra', but don't try to call me like that. Only my dad is allowed to do it."
"I'll remember that. How old are you?"
"Seven."
Silence.
"I didn't know he had a daughter".
"Well, now you know it."
"Why the henchmice didn't bring me directly to him?"
"They're not allowed in this side of the hideout"
"Oh. But he's not afraid to leave you alone with me?"
She smirked. "No. I'm stronger that I seem. The last idiot who tried to attack me has still the mark of my claws on his face."
"I suppose it will be better for me don't upset you, right?"
"Right. We're arrived" said Ginny, stopping in front of a heavy wooden door. She put the light down and pushed the door, opening it. A chill ran up for Basil's spine. They entered in the room: it was huge, and all the walls are occupied by bookshelves full of books. There was a table in a corner, and a big fireplace in the other side of the room. A big armchair was placed in front of the fireplace, and the figure sitting on the armchair gave them the back.
"He's here, daddy" she said, stepping toward the armchair. A deep voice comes from the armchair. "Good job, honey." Then, Professor James Ratigan stood up and turned smirking toward Basil.
"Welcome, Basil. I was just waiting for you."
Well,it's the second chapter,I hope you'll like it! I hopeI'll succeede to update another chapter before go out for holidays.