A/N forgot to do this last chapter :S DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK HOLMES OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. YOU HEAR THAT GENIE IN THE BOTTLE?
CHAPTER 2
And so, three months later, here they were around a camp-fire after having settled down in their most cosy tents – sarcasm by the way.
"Let me tell you guys a story. It's the tale of ..." the student paused mysteriously, "The Hound of the Baskervilles." The constant muttering had disappeared, making for an uncomfortable silence.
"Once upon a time–" he started.
"What is this, a Disney fairytale–" an idiot interrupted, so everybody contributed in telling her to shut it.
"Centuries ago, on a Friday 13th, a farmer decided to search for better farm land; of course, he had to do this at night otherwise other farmers would catch him. So he set off into the moonless night. When he was searching, he found a hollow. It was misty, the floor was damp; it had just rained... Suddenly, he heard a growl. Then he saw huge footsteps. And last of all, he heard his own SCREAM," everybody jumped, "before being torn to shreds by the hound." John swallowed. An eerie hush had fallen on the students around the campfire.
"Sounds fun! Let's go investigate, John!" Sherlock broke the silence as John stared at him in complete shock.
"What?" John asked, "We are not going there, Sherlock!" He argued, but there was no point; Sherlock was already dragging him away to his doom.
When they reached their destination, the ground was still damp and dew lay on the leaves. The trees swayed in the muttering wind, the leaves whispering. The moonlight cast dancing shadows on the floor and the wraith of mist covered the features of the land, making them invisible. Dead leaves were scattered across the desolate path leading into the depths of the hollow, which was engulfed in darkness. Every rustling leaf, every snap of a twig seemed as clear as a gunshot to the adolescents. Fog curled from the rapid breaths of the two young teenagers as they stood in Dewar's hollow.
Suddenly, a shrieking howl pierced through the dead of night.
Sherlock and John snapped to one side and then the other, trying to decipher the source of the noise. They didn't dare speak; especially when the howling came closer and closer. The two boys looked at each other. With some sort of mind telepathy, they grabbed each others' hands and ran.
A/N sorry, that chapter was a bit short. Next chapter will hopefully be posted in a few days and will hopefully be longer! Please review.