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 .