Miss Murder walked to an old house. She enters and lunges down on a chair. She smells smoke.
"What do you want?" she asks. She didn't look over her shoulder. She just looked at the cob webs hanging down.
"It's strange that you met Holmes and Watson and yet your here and not in jail." The voice was creepy, medium tone.
"Guess I'm lucky." She says sarcasticly.
"I guess you can do me another favor."
"And that would be?"
"Kill Sherlock Holmes." She is hesitant for a minute.
"You want me to kill the smartest man in England. Wouldn't he outwit me and you?"
"Get to know him, make him feel like he can trust you, and kill him then. Or else"
"Fine, I'll do it."
Sherlock Holmes' was home and it felt bigger since Watson moved out. Holmes was smoking his pipe thinking. He was interupted by someone entering the room. It was Watson.
"Watson, who was Miss Murder?" he gets up from his chair. "She was not evil, scared, she only made that trade to get her uncle back."
"Holmes, are you really going to dwell on this?"
"We lost the case Watson. By Dark Wood, Black Wood's brother." He looks out the window.
"Holmes, people will lose a case it's a part of life."
"Well not mine! I will not let this case be one of the cases I lose."
"I can't stay, Mary and I have plans, I need to go." Holmes felt hurt but hid it.
"Right! Move along and let me do my work." He shuts the door on Watson. He goes to the newspaper and tries to do research.
Holmes enters into the house of the hostage. He looks around for evidence.
"You won't find anything here." Miss Murder says.
"I thought I smelled strawberry perfume. So are you going to kill me or are we going to discuss this like normal adults."
"Yes well I am not here for your death. I am here to help you."
"You let an innocent girl be tied up in the hands of a criminal."
"He had my uncle!"
"You could ask the -"
"The police? I did and they just laughed. I had no other choice. He was the last of my family."
"Why didn't you come to me?"
"You were busy at the time, trying to kill Black Wood." They were hesitant to talk. "I have papers for you." she tosses them over to Holmes. "Go ahead and read them." When he reads, his began to widen. "Yes, you know now. She was his wiccan mate."
"So she was……"
"A wicca, she sold her soul to the devil and her body to his son. They were supposed to be together, she was never innocent."
"Why are you helping me, do I have something of yours or are you trying to get close to me and then kill me?"
"I'm here for the good of mankind." She walks away. She stops and turns around. "Holmes, just because you find out things the scientific way it doesn't mean there is nothing supernatural that goes with it." She leaves the house.