Aidan Ho A high pitched wail rang throughout the crowded streets of London however the sound of vehicles, footsteps and commuters quickly silenced it. With a sudden jolt, I sprang up out of my wooden bed and was faced with the familiar pattern of my walls-Petals and Buds. Grey smoke clouds from the nearby Cup-Making factory hovered past the window which was down by my bed and it created a thick layer over it like condensation. Slowly, I ran my finger over the smooth glass and started making patterns with the strange smoke substance; eventually it made a familiar picture. A knife. A searing pain shot through my chest and travelled swiftly up to my head- It felt as if I’ d been up all night. Lifting up my droopy head, I concentrated on the clock that was nailed onto my wall. 7:30 The hands were strangely hypnotising, back and forth they went as I sat there motionless. Finally deciding to move myself, I stared at my reflection in the mirror only to find a dark blue bruise with a few scratches around it on my left cheek. Strange. I didn’ t do anything last night... or the day before that. Out of the blue, a sweet aroma of scented strawberries drifted up the stairs and crept into my nose; it’ s smell engulfed me in happiness. I smiled. Sherlock was making pancakes.
“ Ah, I was wondering when you were going to come down, John” Sherlock grinned as he sent another pancake flying towards the roof.“ Well, I couldn’ t help but notice the wonderful smell of your breakfast!” I exclaimed as I rested in the kitchen chair at the end of the table. Sherlock was near the stove cooking up some breakfast and was grabbing handfuls of sugar coated strawberries with a‘ Kiss The Cook’ apron on. A silky, light yellow wallpaper covered the inside kitchen walls and ended at the rim of the doorframe. Sending heat to all the rooms in are humble abode, the small fire in the Living Room Crackled and sent small sparks flying onto the mantelpiece. The beautifully crafted oak cupboards were encrusted with multiple gems and the interior was also dazzling. Picking up the‘ Daily Star’ my eyes spotted a headline in bold that made all hairs on my body stand on end.
“ Sherlock, who’ s Gabe Krexon?” I asked while noticing the expression on the newspaper man’ s face- he was worried.“ Oh” Sherlock replied“ He’ s the engineer that everyone loves! He made the world famous‘ Pear’ company and he was also going to create something revolutionary today however his thumb was removed”“ R-Removed?” I responded.“ Yes, he was assaulted last night and he was found below the bridge without a thumb! He can’ t build anything anymore.”“ Oh... That’ s a shame” I mumbled whilst I Processed everything I had just heard in my head.