The Battle Of Two

Chapter 6

April 30th, 1889
London, UK
7:34 pm

It was a beautiful night in the home of London. Hearing the sounds of carriage wheels and horses clopping through the streets with chatters of 'Hello' and 'Cheerio.' Passing through lies an apartment in Baker Street where sits a man in a bage plaid coat, smoking on his pipe while reading a book. That man is Sherlock Holmes, London's greatest detective solver. Sherlock's assistant, Watson, was piling through the desk and looking through some open case files. "Anything Watson?" asked Sherlock. Watson lifts his head, accidentally bumping his head on the edge of the table. As he rubs his head, he answered, "nothing Holmes. You solved all the cases. Eager for a new one?" Sherlock chuckled as he sighs and closes his book. "You know me so well Watson." As Watson held a case file in his hand and walks towards Holmes, he asked, "How about solving the Jack The Ripper case?" Sherlock began to think but shook his head. "That's a great case Watson but no clues could be found about him." Once Watson was about to speak, a sound of knocks was heard on the door. Watson and Sherlock looked at each other, wondering who would it be as Watson went up to the door and opened the door. Bill and Ted stood in front of the doorway and Bill said, "Evening Mr. Sherlock. We're sorry to interrupt with whatever you do in your home but we need your help." Sherlock stood up from his chair and walks to see Bill and Ted and asked, "what help do you need boys?" Ted looks at Sherlock and asked, "we need you to find out who murdered my father. If you come with us to our phone booth, we can take you to my father's body." Sherlock and Watson started to laugh as Watson said, "how can a box have your father?" Bill and Ted groaned in frustration. "Admit it Ted. It is annoying that people say we stole the time travelling phone booth style from the Doctor dude," said Bill with a sarcastic tone. Ted nods as he looks back at Watson and Sherlock. "Please Mr. Holmes. We totally need your help." Once Sherlock finds his breath, he looks at Bill and Ted and said, "alright boys. I'll help you with the murder of your father." Both Bill and Ted sigh with relief. "Thank you so much," said Ted. Sherlock walks to his desk and grabs his magnifying glass and his hat as he looks at Watson. "I'll be back soon Mr. Watson. Take care of my home while I'm gone, will you?" Mr. Watson nods his head as Sherlock gave him a smile and walks outside with Bill and Ted. Bill and Ted introduced Sherlock the phone booth as the three dudes entered and Bill dialed the number back to San Dimas, 1989. Once the phone booth disappeared, Watson closed the door and gave a devilish smirk to the ground. He placed his hand on his face and pulls it out, only to reveal the disguise of Chuck De Nomolos. "Oh poor Bill and Ted. You'll be so sorry once I get my hands on you two instead of my idiot creation that can never do anything right," said De Nomolos as he laughed out loud until he started to choke.

San Dimas, California, 1989

Once evening rose, the phone booth appeared in front of Ted's home as both Bill and Ted stepped out and Ted greeted with a smile, "Welcome to the most lovely town of San Dimas, Mr. Sherlock." Sherlock took a step outside but falls flat on the concrete ground, giving Bill and Ted a painful look on their face. "I don't think he enjoyed the ride, Bill," said Ted. Bill shrugged, "nah. He's just shocked." They both helped Sherlock up from the ground as he looked at them in fear and confusion but shook his head to forget about the wild ride of Time Travel. "Alright then. Time to find out the mysterious death of the father," said Sherlock as he walks with Bill and Ted into Ted's home. Once the three duo steps into Ted's home, Sherlock became very curious about San Dimas. The new technologies, furniture, clothes, even the cars. No carriages, no fancy clothing, nothing classical like back in London. Sherlock is really in the far future. Bill looks at Sherlock and asked, "don't worry Mr. Sherlock. You should see 2015. It is way excellent-" a sudden yell can be heard in the hallway as Bill and Sherlock ran towards the scream. They saw Ted standing in front of Mr. Logan's office, only to find Mr. Logan's body was missing. "He was here Mr. Holmes," spoke Ted with fear, "My father's dead corpse was right here in the office. I don't know how his body is gone." Sherlock pulled out his magnifying class to find pieces of coat shreds on the floor. He picks up some pieces of the shreds and looks at it closer. He looks back at the floor and saw a trail. He began to follow the trail, leaving Bill and Ted behind. Bill comfort Ted, putting his arm around his shoulder as Ted bawled on Bill's chest. It hurts Bill to hear his friend in so much pain. He knew Ted wanted his father to be gone but not in death. Ted took a deep breath and looks up at Bill, realizing he cried on Bill's chest. "Oh shit. I'm sorry dude. I'll let you take any of my shirts to change." Bill chuckled and answered, "it's alright Ted. It's just a shirt." Sherlock ran into the office with fear in his eyes as he said, "redrum. Redrum. Redrum." Bill and Ted looked at Sherlock with confusion, wondering what the fuck is redrum? Sherlock showed Bill and Ted into Ted's room, only to find the entire room written "redrum" in bloody red. Bill and Ted were in fear but Ted turned pale white. No words can be found by the trio. Ted placed his hands on his hair and clenched it while he looked down. Insanity began to run through his head as he breathed heavily. Bill immediately grabbed Ted and pulled him out of his room, leaving him in the hallway. Bill went back to Sherlock and said, "He has anxiety. Ever since he was 8 years old, his uncle took him and brainwashed him with gory movies. He keeps having nightmares non-stop." Sherlock looked over Bill's shoulder to see Ted on his knees and looks back at Bill. "Poor Ted. Is he seeing a therapist?" asked Sherlock. Bill nods his head and answered, "He's also taking stress pills to decrease his anxiety." Sherlock placed his hand on his chin and began to think as he looked around the bloody room. Who could've wrote the strange word in red color? He glanced at the mirror and noticed the word redrum was spelled murder backwards. "Of course!" Sherlock yelled that made Bill jumped in fear. He turned Bill to face the mirror and noticed the word murder was on the reflection. "Don't you see? Redrum is spelled murder backwards, which means someone is trying to frame Ted," Sherlock spoke as he laughed with excitement. Bill became confused and asked, "why would someone want to frame Ted in murdering his dad?" Sherlock looks at Bill with a smile and asked, "Well, what do you two normally do on your free time?" Bill began to think for a moment. There were so many things Bill and Ted have done during their free time. There was one time Bill and Ted time travelled to 2015 and went to check out Van Halen at the Hollywood Bowl. Another time was Bill and Ted were visited by their fans from the future. Pretty much all they did was time travelling, go to the Circle K, talk about their adventures, play video games, and jam out. Nothing special between both of them. Until Bill thought of something he almost forgot. "Well, me and Ted went to Waterloo for the summer for our anniversary to celebrate our most excellent adventure. We threw a huge party and everyone was invited, including our friends from the past, the future, even Rufus. Oh man. It was truly most triumphant." Sherlock asked, "Did anything happen on that day?" "Well," Bill said, "during the party, it got crashed by-" Bill stopped immediately when he thought about what happened that day. "No...way..."