The black tunnel

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So where should I start? Should I just wonder around looking for him… Or should I ask people.

Wondering around could take hours, or even days but asking someone could be dangerous. Because people will wonder why a young girl like me would look for a man like that.

I was already walking over the streets looking at the picture, Oskar Dzundza or better known as the Golem. He strangles people with his bare hands and he is an assassin. You could hire him to kill somebody. I put the picture in my pocket and start looking at the street, at a corner I took the newspaper and walked future while reading the paper. There been some calls about people covered in bombs. The great detective Sherlock Holmes solved most of the cases. Why was he then looking for the Golem, that wasn’t his mark. Not the way he would kill people. Why was he then involved with this?

I throw the newspaper a side and looked over the street. I had some friends who know Sherlock and would be able to help. I start walking as fast as possible to get to them. It was near a train station.

A few older people where sitting there and they looked up, one smiled polite but my face didn’t show any happy emotions. “You got a job for us?” One asked. I only nodded and showed the picture.

“He needs this man” I spoke, in my voice was a shiver.  In the people’s eyes you could read doubt.

I sight “He needs this man and I promise you guys we will get paid well”

Finally they want to help me, everybody spread around the city looking for the Golem.

A hour has past and I didn´t find him anywhere. I didn´t know where to start… I looked around. To many people… after a few seconds my phone finally rang. I took it out of my pocked and looked at the screen. One of my friends, if you can call them that.

I picked up my phone

“Emilly..”

“I found him, Duke street hill..Hurry!!”

I looked around. “See you there” And I hang up the phone.

In a hurry I took my skateboard out of my backpack and skate as fast as possible through the crowd.

In 10 minutes I was at the place the guy called me about. He was standing there.

“Where is he?” I sad while trying to catch my breath. He pointed at a dark tunnel.

“I saw him walking in there” The boy said.

I swallowed “Okay.. let’s go than”

“Are you nuts?!! I’m not going in there!!! I’m going to get some food… good luck”

Before I could say anything he walked away.

I took my phone and texted Sherlock:

Found him.

Duke street hill.

Come at ones.

-ER

I slide back my phone in my pocket and looked at the dark tunnel in front of me.

I took a deep breath and walked to the tunnel. I couldn’t see much, I took my phone back out of my pocket and turned it on. I used the light of my phone to see something in this dark hollow.

The deeper I went into the tunnel, the quieter it was.

I heard my own heartbeat, my own breath. Every sound I made, sounded too loud.

I got deeper in and heard something in the tunnel… Where that footsteps?

I stand still, what the hell was I doing here anyway. I looked back over my shoulder.

The entrance of the tunnel was a small white spot of light.  

My heart beaded fast, I looked around. A sound far in the distends, than her phone started to ring.

I was shocked, I looked at the display… Sherlock. I picked up the phone.

“E-emilly..”

“Emilly!! Where are you right now?!”

“I can’t really speak… I’m in the tunnel looking for Golem”

“Are you nuts!! Get out of there right now!! Owh..Wait. No. stay where you are!! Don’t make a sound! Don’t move, don’t do a thing..We will come to pick you up. Understood Emilly?”

“Yes yes, I have heard you…”

“Stay where you are, we will be there soon.”

She looked at the white spot in the distains and saw two black spots appear.

He is coming for me, she wanted to ran towards him cause she was a bit afraid. But he said she could move. Behind her she heard a sound. She turned around, a big hand pressed towards her face. One scream that filled up the tunnel. She been pressed against the floor, the other hand of the man took her throat and strangled it. She tried to punch him and kick him to get him off of her. But it didn’t work, footsteps in the distains came closer and closer.. “GOLEM!!!” it echoed throw the tunnel.

“LET HER GO!!” She kicked him but she could breath anymore.. I need air…I need to breath!! Air air!!

Her vision turned black.

John pulled out his gun and shot the Golem in his shoulder. He screamed and stood up, seeing John and Sherlock coming closer he decided to ran away and he did. John wanted to go after him but Sherlock was faster then John, he stayed with Emilly. He sat down next to her.He looked at her and she jump up and gasped for air. She breathed in deep. Sherlock returned with disappointment on his face. John knows that he didn’t caught him.  “Are you okay” Sherlock asked her. She nodded “couldn’t breath” she said while still breathing heavily. “Let’s get out of her” John said looking in to the darkness. The helped Emilly up and start walking back. “I…ummh. I am sorry Sherlock, I screwed up..” Sherlock looked at her.

“It’s okay” he said. They walked back and when they finally got out John asked “Should we call you parents?” Before I could answer Sherlock said “She doesn’t have any” John looked at her but before he could speak I said “They died a while ago”

“And now she is one of my homeless network”

“But she is a child!!”

 “Yeah so”?

John was quiet for a moment and then he asked me “Are you thirsty?” I nodded and smiled.

“That sounds great …umh”

Sherlock smiled “his name is John, John Watson. He is my friend.”

I smiled “well nice to meet you John, my name is Emilly, Emilly Read”

Sherlock caught a cab and they all got in. While there driving, Emilly realized she was tired.

The warmth in the cab was making her sleepy. They drove to 221B Bakerstreet.

John and Sherlock where talking but their voices sounded so far away.

When they arrived Sherlock and John looked a side to Emilly and they both smiled.

“Exhausted” Sherlock said while he got out of the cab, walked around and opened her door carefully.

When she almost fell out he caught her and lifted her up. John looked surprised about Sherlock’s behavior. They went up stairs. “I will let her sleep for a while” he said. John still looking confused while Sherlock carried her into his bedroom and laid her on his bed. Then he returned to his room.

“We still have to find out what is wrong with that painting.”

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⏰ Laatst bijgewerkt: Oct 06, 2013 ⏰

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