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Chapter Two: The First Aquamarine.
"If we take the route along Marylebone, we might take over them."
"No, I think probably the Charing Cross would be better."
"Charing Cross is a long way away, my dear Watson."
"Oh, be quiet." Watson said, smacking Holmes with his beige coloured top hat in a friendly way.
Then the carriage that they had been waiting for rumbled along.
"There it goes, Holmes. The game is afoot. Drive, cabbie! Hurry! Follow that carriage!"
And the chase began.
A few minutes before...
"You still remember how to hack a cab, right, Jason?" Catherine asked, slightly concerned as she watched her friend scan the area for a suitable conquest. There wasn't really much choice, as it was night time, and the carriages were few and far in-between. Sometimes, there wasn't any chance for them to jump on one anyway.
Then suddenly, there was that one perfect chance.
"Quick, anywhere! Just drive around London!" cried a group of five men. The tallest of them threw a wad of cash at the driver, and while the driver was counting it, it gave Bryony, Catherine and Jason just the right amount of time to sneak into the carriage.
The place that they sneaked into was slightly open-air. Catherine and Jason were just so glad to be out in the open, unconfined streets that they forgot to keep watch, but were instead admiring the night view rather openly. Bryony smiled slightly at her friends, and proceeded to keep on her guard. The carriage was travelling at an inhumanly fast speed, zooming over bumps and such, Bryony noted quickly, her green-gold eyes flashing in the darkness. The carriage they were on was very obviously boarded by thieves. She closed her eyes and tried to separate the noises from one another.
A bird in the night chirped.
A street lamp creaked gently in the light breeze.
Rowdy people shouted and screamed from a nearby pub. And then there was another sound, considerably closer. Bryony opened her eyes, immediately on the alert. They were being followed by another carriage. The horse hoofs were silent, barely making a sound on the cobblestones.
Then Catherine tapped Bryony on the shoulder, and then pointed to her own ear. A sign to listen.
Bryony strained to hear their through the velvet cover of the carriage. A harsh, corrugated voice reached her ears.
"Gentlemen, as we speak, that damned detective, Sherlock Holmes, is on our case. Where is the aquamarine?"
Sherlock Holmes.
The name rang through Bryony's mind. She certainly hadn't heard of it. Yet... some part of her recognized that name, strange as it was. She filed away the name for future thoughts.
Then it was back to concentrating on the men's conversation.
"Right here, sir." A timid voice said.
Jason had managed to cut some sort of hole in the fabric separating them, and the three of them peered through it eagerly. They saw a dark, tall man hold an object of peculiar beauty up to a candle.
It was a blue stone, not as flawless as a sapphire, but it held its own charm in a wave of broken rainbows on its surface.
"That's the aquamarine." Catherine breathed as quietly as possible.
The aquamarine sparkled with a certain milky, moonshine charm. Its history was clearly written in between the enchanting, glasslike stone. Death pervaded every corner of it. The aquamarine was fatal to anyone who possessed it. Much like its more famous counterpart, the cursed sapphire. But this aquamarine's tale was so deadly that it will never be told.
"Beautiful.." the leader of them said.
"Its history is death, but what we are going to unleash is pure hell itself." He continued smugly.
Bryony glanced over to her friends. It really was as if they had a telepathic link, staying in each other's company for 6 years.
There is someone following this coach. Bryony telepathed, punctuating her sentence with a jerk of her head in the direction of the followers.
Sherlock Holmes? Catherine questioned, raising her eyebrows. Bryony nodded and moved in closer to whisper.
"Jason." She enunciated clearly and slowly, for her voice was very soft.
" You have to cut the horses on the carriage loose." She continued.
Catherine immediately shot Jason a slightly worried look, asking Jason if he still remembered how to climb on a carriage. Jason immediately winked, and he climbed the frame of the carriage, as soft as a cat.
"We need to send a message over there so that we don't crash into each other. What about those paper aeroplanes you make, Catherine?" Bryony suggested.
10 minutes later, and a paper aeroplane carrying a message flew neatly into the window of Holmes and Watson's carriage. It got itself stuck into Holmes's unruly hair, for some reason.
He unfolded it. It read:
Dear Mr Sherlock Holmes,
It may interest you that there are likeminded people like yourself currently on board the carriage you are trailing. Keep a safe distance from the carriage. The criminals shall fall into your hands soon enough.
Sincerely yours,
Bryony Adler, Catherine Lewis and Jason Blakestone.
" Adler? " Watson looked at his friend. Sherlock seemed to have gone off into a sort of daze.
"Plenty of time for reminiscence later, old friend. Focus on the case."
Holmes nodded. He told the driver to stop, and they waited.
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Faeryenchanter.