The long trip from getting off the island to driving to his old home was extensive. Sherlock bounces his leg in the cab as he awaits for the cab to arrive at its destination.
As soon as the cabbie stops, Sherlock gets our of the cab and tells the driver to wait for him. With much hesitation the driver agrees to his command.
Sherlock walks deep into the yard of his house where the gravestones soon turn visible. As he turns the corner he hears a velvety voice humming a melodic tune.
When he turns the corner he sees a womanly figure perched on a gravestone. Their long legs dangle off as they use their hands for balance. Their skin glistening under the full moon beautifully highlighting their features. A small mask covers half of their face but showing by the lower facial structure she must be beautiful. Their hair slowly blowing in the wind in a magical way that makes the stranger all more mysterious and magnificent.
"I know you're there," her velvety voice speaks as she turns her head to look at Sherlock.
"I would be more worried if you didn't," Sherlock replies cockily as he steps under the moonlight and stands a few meters away from her.
"In all honesty, I thought you would be brighter," She says before a bullet shot can be heard, deafening Sherlock's ears.
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The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story
FanfictionThe sound of hearts beat side by side "I don't understand?" Foot steps thudding, nowhere to hide "Don't you know what's at hand?" With nothing left, but only sin "Please" So let's stop... And let the games begin. They say there's this person. A per...
