The Horror Unfolds: A Sherlock Holmes Story
Title: The Horror Unfolds
Author: azuhra
Fandom: ACD-Bookverse Sherlock Holmes
Word Count: 221
Rating: PG13
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Pairing(s): None. Friendship is the key here.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I just take them out to play.
Prompt: JWP #5 at watsons_woes
Summary:
The crime itself is revealed.
Chapter five of my Untitled JWP story.
Chapter One: Rain for the Cab Man
Chapter Two: Less Than Benign
Chapter Three: Word Games
Chapter Four: Relief and a Quote
A/N: And to my right... an empty water glass. How dull. Also, I wrote this in a hurry, hence only one 221B this time and I'm being naughty in posting this a couple of hours late. Sorry >.<
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Jacob Hunt, once settled again, went on to tell Holmes and I a horrific tale about a well thought out theft and not just murder, but a massacre. It seems antiquities are worth a good deal more, in the right circles, than I am want to give them credit for. They are worth, to some enterprising individuals, the life of an entire household.
This is is the sort of story telling that would fetch me a grumble and an eye roll from Holmes. To be concise then. Mr. Hunt told of us a plan hatched among himself, though he swore he was not included in the worst of it, and five other thieves. They had a house targeted which belonged to a wealthy industrialist with an eccentric taste for antiques. Expensive and unique antiques. And, I suspected though the young fellow said no word of it, these fellows had their eyes on the household safe.
The planned thievery was bad enough. The intention to kill every member of the household and staff in order to be assured of no witnesses was absolutely horrendous.
I found myself fidgeting with an empty cup on the sideboard as I watched Mr. Hunt and his umbrella disappear back into the crowded street. I wondered if the fellow's continued safety was as assured as Holmes belief.
Author: azuhra
Fandom: ACD-Bookverse Sherlock Holmes
Word Count: 221
Rating: PG13
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Pairing(s): None. Friendship is the key here.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I just take them out to play.
Prompt: JWP #5 at watsons_woes
Summary:
The crime itself is revealed.
Chapter five of my Untitled JWP story.
Chapter One: Rain for the Cab Man
Chapter Two: Less Than Benign
Chapter Three: Word Games
Chapter Four: Relief and a Quote
A/N: And to my right... an empty water glass. How dull. Also, I wrote this in a hurry, hence only one 221B this time and I'm being naughty in posting this a couple of hours late. Sorry >.<
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Jacob Hunt, once settled again, went on to tell Holmes and I a horrific tale about a well thought out theft and not just murder, but a massacre. It seems antiquities are worth a good deal more, in the right circles, than I am want to give them credit for. They are worth, to some enterprising individuals, the life of an entire household.
This is is the sort of story telling that would fetch me a grumble and an eye roll from Holmes. To be concise then. Mr. Hunt told of us a plan hatched among himself, though he swore he was not included in the worst of it, and five other thieves. They had a house targeted which belonged to a wealthy industrialist with an eccentric taste for antiques. Expensive and unique antiques. And, I suspected though the young fellow said no word of it, these fellows had their eyes on the household safe.
The planned thievery was bad enough. The intention to kill every member of the household and staff in order to be assured of no witnesses was absolutely horrendous.
I found myself fidgeting with an empty cup on the sideboard as I watched Mr. Hunt and his umbrella disappear back into the crowded street. I wondered if the fellow's continued safety was as assured as Holmes belief.