The Curious Case Of Sherlock Holmes Heart (Closed)

[Asa]

Mrs. Hudson was not without her own secrets. She knew who the young woman was roughly. An old family friend. She had know the girl her entire life and was rather fond of her like an aunt or more motherly figure. A wanderer traveler a warrior she was perhaps one of the only people alive that the young woman had ever let get close to her. A confirmed roof over her head if her travels brought her to London. A soundproof single room yet none of them ever saw her arrive or leave.
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She stood watching from the rooftop. There they were thoae same two humans chasing her prey. They clearly had no idea what they were doing. She shook her head and stepping off the roof landed quietly behind her distracted prey.

Naughty naughty possessing an innocent human... let me fix that for you.

A blade finding housing in the chest just below the heart as she moved behind the frozen being uttering an ancient prayer as she snapped the neck dropping the body as the two men rounded the corner and she was gone.

He's dead Sherlock... just like the others

Watson stood up after examining the corpse.

The same hardly fatal stab wound and their neck broken.

And that same burnt sulfurish smell

Sherlock added irately.

But how and who is this person we keep just barely missing? People guilty of the most well-hidden yet heinous crimes are being executed nearly before even we figure out who they are.

He was angry someone was faster at solving these crimes than he was and that did not sit well at all with Sherlock Holmes.

For days now Mrs. Hudson brought up tea and snacks. Lestrade asked questions about the murders that honestly he and the rest of the force were unofficially glad to see. Someone cleaning up the untouchable side of London for them. Mycroft even had paid visits that normally ended with John dismissing him since Sherlock was smoking or meditating trying to figure it out.

Mrs. Hudson also seemed to have added some things to the menu that they never got any of not that it was something to question with such an infuriating case attacking them but still it did not go without notice. Mrs. Hudson wondered if her young friend had anything to do with what was going on.

 

[shizzz]

“Seriously Watson, what are we missing” Sherlock cursed as he stopped down to examine the fresh corpse.

“This body is still hot, and based on the blood not congealing we can’t be more than a few minutes late to the scene” he said, stating the facts as he liked to do.

“There is something else here we are not aware of” he said as he stood back up.

These two had been implicated as traffickers of the worst ilk, but before the law could have their way, death was having its.

He stood. His tall lithe frame buffets by his cloak as the light breeze cleared the sulphuric smell.

“Someone is either using us to find these criminals, or is more astute then the both of us combined” he told war on, finally lifting his eyes from the gruesome deaths, to the area it happened

 

[Asa]

John was also annoyed as he examined the body.

There is no way someone can make a stab in a body that clean and precise straight through like that. And the damn sulfur smell!

John grumbled knowing that unofficially no one would be sorry to see the targets they had found or been called to examine the crime scene for gone. Illegal dog fights, illegal animal trade and weapons at the very least.

We will need to get word to Lestrade. What's the body count up to now... Is this 7 or 8?

 

[shizzz]

Glancing around the room for any other signs of a struggle or something left behind by the killer. Or something missing that was taken.

“We need to see whom these nasty blokes have in common as an enemy” he told Watson as he strode from the room

“I’m gettting some air” he called over his shoulder as he left the room, and the building entirely, making his way to the street. Where he stood beside the door and let his eyes take in the passers by, looking for any lingering eyes

 

[Asa]

John sighed taking notes of the usual marks and death hearing Lestrades people walking in.

Same MO single stab straight through the body and the fatal neck snap.

Another one on an alley near Picadilly that's why it took us... Geez same sulfur smell too. Any idea what the cause of that little annoyance is yet doc?

John shook his head. With how tall this victim is ... I think the unknown assailant is at least 6 inches shorter in height... Maybe?

The one near Picadilly also had burn marks on the ground nearby but that could have been some homeless campfire.

John nodded and walked out he still wanted to take a look at the other scene and he was sure Sherlock would as well.

Alleyway near Picadilly they said was another body this time a homeless campfire not too far from it. Maybe someone saw something.

 

[shizzz]

The odor in the room had been intense. Over powering, to the point that his head had begun to hurt.

His eyes scanned the area as the fresh air began to alleviate his head ache. The scene of the room was captured perfectly in his mind, and he began to review the details.

The speed, savagery, and accuracy if these kills was astounding, and the perpetrator was a remarkably well trained individual.

As these bodies piled up the pressure was going to get worse, and he knew the local coppers would find some poor bum to plant this on and seeep under the rug.

“Watson!” He called back towards the door.

“Do check the wound and the blood, collect samples of both” he called back

He felt that there must be something to link the odor to the corpse

“And the clothing around the wound” he said as his mind began to anticipate the needs of the experiments he would
Need to conduct

 

[Asa]

Let's collect that at the Scene at Picadilly as well.

John told him before calling back asking them to collect that for him kindly.

Ready to go? We can also get samples like that from Molly too. Let's go.