The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story

V

"This is it!" The cab driver exclaims as he arrives at the infamous household of the Holmes. Sherlock quickly jumps out of the cab while John pays for the ride, like usual.

"Where is it, where is it?" Sherlock murmurs thinking to himself as he attempts to remember the location of the well.

"Sherlock!" John yells from afar signalling Sherlock that he had found the well. Sherlock dashes across the large field and the view of the well becomes more visible.

"Do you see anything?" John asks as he looks around the well.

"No," Sherlock says sternly as he looks down the well.

While inside I dream of how up I could fly.

Sherlock ponders on that statement for a while before it finally clicks in his head.

"John, pull up the bucket," Sherlock says pulling up the rope that hung in the middle of the well.

John hooks the rope around his arm before helping Sherlock pull the bucket up the deep well. Taped to the side of the bucket was a golden envelope sealed with a red sealing wax. A rose embedded into the red. Sherlock snatches the envelope quickly and hastily opens the letter.

" keep your head in the game "
- C.R

Sherlock's phone begins to ring violently.

"Sherlock where are you? She struck again in S.K.U.L.L Industries headquarters! She stabbed Mr Noir in the back with the envelope stuck in it! Come, quick!" Lestrade blares through the cellular telephone before he suddenly hangs up.

"SHIT!" Sherlock screams as he crumbles the faux envelope and throws it into the well.

"Sherlock," John says trying to calm his friend down. Sherlock's mind was racing, full of anger, and betrayal but in the back of his mind, he was impressed. He was impressed by the whole scheme this mysterious vigilante was able to do.

Now he is more determined than ever to find the beautiful brain behind the chaotic masterpiece. The game is on. This time he knows the rules.