Two Lives Wasted- Sherlock Short Story

The Awkward Generation is Introduced

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     "Three boys dead over the expanse of a week! And now, a girl lies with them!" Sherlock exclaimed in pure frustration, throwing his newspaper to the coffee table in front of him. John had just walked into the room, and the poor fellow jumped at Sherlock's yell, not quite expecting it.

     "Another kids been killed?" John said, his eyes widening. He immediately walked forward, setting his (still warm) tea on the coffee table beside Sherlock's newspaper. He immediately picked up the newspaper himself, flipping it open and scanning for the article.

     When he finally found it, his heart sunk to the floor.

     "'Four middle schoolers all from Adams' Private school murdered. Three boys, all age thirteen, and recently discovered yesterday was a girl around the age of fourteen.... Detective Inspector Jameson Jenxs says that all the student's seem to be the targets of a serial killer's work.... Because of the murders, the school has temporarily shut down.... Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes has recently arrived on the scene from London, along with his partner John Watson. Let's hope these two men can help the situation,'" John read from the papers, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust, before commenting, "We can't actually do anything though, can we? Jenxs hasn't really allowed us to do much..."

     Sherlock huffed, and he said, "He's an idiot of a man. You can see it in his eyes." At his insult, John snorted in amusement, picking up his tea and taking a careful sip. He cringed in disgust, setting the cup back down before sitting down on the couch opposite of Sherlock.

      "Including since he won't even let us question the families, or the victims' friends," He snorted, setting the paper back down. He leaned back into the couch with a sigh, and Sherlock blinked slightly. Within a few minutes, Sherlock stood up and rushed to the side of his bed, slipping on his long coat.

     "We were asked to be on this case, he can't keep us from doing that," Sherlock decided as he slipped his muffler around his neck. John immediately shot to his feet and whipped around.

     "Sherlock! This isn't even our country!" He hissed, walking over to Sherlock's side.

     "Yes, but would you rather the whole middle-school get murdered, or would you rather solve this case within the week?" He quipped, and he had no second thoughts as he bolted from the room, immediately jumping into the car they were lent. 

     Sherlock sighed, and he whipped out his phone, texting Detective Jenxs.

                  John and I will be there within the next fifteen minutes to observe the questioning,                         as well as questioning our own suspects.

                        SH

    He didn't even bother looking at the quick reply, but tucked it back in his pocket. It took about another two seconds before John came running out of the motel, loading himself into the car.

     "Ready to go?" Sherlock asked.

     "No- no not really," John panted, and Sherlock rolled his eyes.

     "Too bad."

     And with those two words, he took off in the car.

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     "You are not allowed to see the suspects!" Jenxs snapped, the short little man getting on Sherlock's nerves.

     Sherlock sighed in annoyance, before whipping his phone out, and within a couple minutes (mostly filled with an awkward silence and Jenxs' death stare) Sherlock showed Jenxs his phone. On the phone, was a text from Detective Inspector Lestrade from the Scotland Yard back in London.