Shots

Chapter One - Sherlocked - Part Two

You had no idea how long you had been asleep but, you knew you weren’t home when you awoke. The surroundings were a foreign, chaotic mess. Papers and books were stacked high, there was barley a table to sit at, the kitchen looked like some freak lab, and was that- Was that a skull on the mantle? The skulls empty sockets greeted you and watched you as you looked to the mirror behind it and saw a smile.

            Turning your head, you looked at the wall closest to you. It was covered in a monotone but wild pattern and a yellow smiley face dawned the wallpaper. You were incredibly sore but sat up anyway to get a closer look. Your back ached as you stood up on the thinly fluffy couch and touched the smile. It was spray paint and tracing it were many bullet holes, the bullets themselves still lodged in the wall. Your eyes wandered to the other walls. Green and more colorful paper enveloped the room.

            The blue door’s handle jigged and swung open fast and silently. The tall man from last night walked into the room and stared at you. You pressed your back up against the wall and gave him a brave face. He merely walked in, kicking the door shut in the face of his friend. As he opened the door he greeted you. “Hello. Good to see you’re up and about. Are you okay?”

            “Yes.” You muttered. “Who are you and where am I?”

            “My name is john Watson, please, call me John. And this is Sherlock Holmes of course. You’re in our flat.” Embarrassed, you looked away. It felt weird to know that you were asleep and still in the home of these men. The fact that they brought you here in the first place made you wonder. You quickly dismissed that, satisfied with the simple answer of “evidence.”

            “Move away from my face miss ______.” Sherlock demanded. Confused you stared back at him. How did he know your name and what was he talking about. He made a swishing movement with his hand, motioning for you to move. Immediately you knew what he meant. He was referring to the face on the wall you had pressed your back up against. You jumped off the couch quietly and Sherlock pointed to a fluffy, red arm chair by his side. “Sit here.” He politely demanded.

            You walked across the room and sat in the arm chair, opposite of Sherlock and pulled your legs up off the ground. John headed into the kitchen to pull some new food in the fridge and cupboards as Sherlock stared intensely into your eyes with his hands together resting against his lips. “Don’t over whelm her.” John called from the kitchen, braking Sherlock from his trance.

            “Ready to begin?” he asked. Before you could answer he began firing off what he knew about you and your situation. ‘Your name is ______ ______ .  You had your passport in your pocket which means that you were traveling. Now, were you traveling away from London or to London? The thing is, your passport says you have been to London but, I have never seen or heard of you around here before. In fact, there are no records of you in any police data base anywhere so, how could you physically be here but not be here? There is one London of this caliber but, this is a different London than the one you know. So, how did you get to a London different from the one you are familiar with? Are you wiping your slate clean or, quite impossibly, are you not from here? There must be some drug involved because I still don’t understand.”

            “You don’t understand?” John laughed.

            “Shut up.”

            “My head hurts.” You interjected.

            “Perhaps it can’t handle this sort of thought process.” Sherlock retorted.

            “Sherlock.” John grumbled. You asked if you could take a shower. You told the men it was to clear your mind but, you also wanted to wash the grime off from last night and get some time to reflect. Sherlock shooed you away and John brought you to the bathroom. He turned on the hot water and said that he’d get some clothes for you; some nice, clean clothes. With a smile, he left the room and you preceded to lock the door, crack the window open a little for the steam, and get undressed.