As I enter the house, I see Mrs. Hudson, the new landlady. I think to use her as a hostage but I dismiss that thought.
Sherlock pov
"How did she know there was a safety mat there?" I kept thinking as I ran through London's traffic.
I reached my house: 221B Baker Street. "Home sweet home." said my colleague John Watson.
"How did she know my last name??" Questions kept flooding in my mind palace, like an invader in a kingdom.
I ran through the stairs. "There's an old owner at your house. You must meet her." Mrs. Hudson said in her sweet, overwhelming voice.
I pushed the door open when I saw her. Sitting on my couch, writing something.
She must have super senses, because when I entered, she held a gun at me.
"Don't move or I'll shoot this shorty." She grabs Watson.
"Sit down. NOW." She points her gun to the couch and I sit, my hands above my head.
"What do you want, why are you here?" I keep asking as she interrupts me.
"Bup bup. I only need the crown, and this guy will walk free." She looked psychotic, pointing the gun at Watson's temple.
"You're aged seventeen, possibly psychotic, you are immersed in a life of crime. That means your 'Bigman' is a big hit in the underworld. Back to psychotic. You must be forced to do this for paying off some ransom." I said in one full breath.
"Applause, Mr. Holmes. Applause." She lowers her gun down.
"You were correct, except the ransom part. I am forced to do this for Bigman's pleasure. And you're on his hitlist."
As I try to snatch her gun, she holds my hand, I was taken aback a little bit. She takes the gun and shoots a few bullets.
"Now Bigman knows I'm here. You're gonna die."
Mrs. Hudson comes running and gives a cassette to me.
"Shit. Don't open it...." I did not listen to her warning and play it.
"I am fire, I am death." A voice plays.
"Get out of here!" She shouts and jumps through the door, breaking it. The cassette explodes in our faces but we manage to escape.
"She's gone. We lost her." Watson says, looking around.
"We have the Golden Girl in our hands now. The game is on, Watson!" I say.
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The Tales of the Golden Girl
FanfictionSamantha Rodriguez, a world class criminal has come into the hands of the great detective Sherlock Holmes. Will he figure out Samantha's relation? Will they put him to justice, or face *his* wrath?? Read to find out!! . . . . . . . . . . . . This is...
