by Kestrel Akira (K_Akira at juno.com)
It was a typical day in New London. Gray skies and a light
drizzle kept most people inside. Sherlock Holmes was one of those
people. He stood by the large window, looking to the street below.
"A quiet afternoon isnít it, Holmes?" Watsonís voice floated
from the kitchen.
Holmes turned to answer, but a bright flash of light
redirected his attention. He again looked to the street below and
saw two people wrestling in the rain soaked street. He recognized
one of them and his blood froze.
"Moriarty," he whispered. He watched his nemesis wrestle with
the other person; he concluded was a woman. He watched as Moriarty
pulled out an ionizer and fired on the girl. She saw and dodged the
beam just in time. Instead, the beam hit the pavement and blew a
hole in it.
Holmesí eyes widened. Ionizers didnít do that. Didnít blast
huge holes into concrete. It was a safety feature that guaranteed
the safety of everyone. Moriarty took advantage of the distraction
and bolted down the street, leaving the woman in the heap she had
thrown herself into.
The woman pulled herself to her feet. She looked down the
street and tensed. She looked around at her environment and glanced
up to Holmesí window. Their eyes locked and they stared each other
down until the sound of sirens nearing broke the spell. The woman
looked away, looking for an escape route. Finding one, she turned
and ran, just before the Yard cruiser landed.
Sherlock Holmes ran out of his flat and in the direction the
woman had ran. He reached the alleyway and stopped. It was a dead
end, and no way she could have escaped, but it was empty. He
returned to the scene of the fight and was stopped by Lestrade.
"What is going on Holmes?" Lestrade demanded. "What was that
light, and who were you chasing?"
"I was chasing a young woman," Holmes answered looking at the
ground. He spotted something glittering by his feet. He reached down
to pick it up and noticed that it was a locket. "She was wrestling
"I have yet to deduce what the bright light was," Holmes
continued as he examined the locket in greater detail. It was a
simple gold locket, oval-shaped and small. It had a sword in the
center, with a crown over the hilt. The sword was wrapped up by two
serpents, criss-crossing each other, and in the background was a
pair of crossed staffs.
"Impossible!" Holmes exclaimed.
"What is it, Holmes?" Watson asked, looking at the locket. In
his friendís hands.
"This locket depicts my family crest."
"Are you sure?" Lestrade asked, examining the locket.
Holmes gave her a sideways glare. "Yes, Iím sure. It is my
family, after all. I would like to know why she was wearing it."
"How do you know the woman you were chasing was wearing it?"
"They were struggling in this area. If she wasnít, then the
locket would be soiled with mud, but as you can see, it is clean and
unscratched. Further more, Moriarty would have no use for a locket
with my family on it."
On to Part 2!
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