? Don't trust the bitch in apartment 221C! ?
Sherlock had always been able to read people but when it came to the resident living in the apartment above him, he drew blank.
[ Sherlock (BBC) (pre) season 2 onwards]
[ Sherlock Holmes X Male OC ]
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SILENCE FILLED THE APARTMENT FOR THE MOST PART. Of course there was the ticking of the clock and the chatting traffic outside but in a way, those were only contemporary and perhaps wouldn't always be there.
Lysander stared at the, his blue of his iris glaring daggers at the wall.
Four days.
That's the longest anyone had stayed, only a few more hours and it would be five. To say the least, he was confused.
By now anyone would've been driven out by whatever nonsense it was that he had been known to get up to!
The man ran a hand through his hair, hearing the sound of a bath being ran he pulled a confused expression; so far, that's everyday at 10 am that roommate of his had taken a bath.
Lysander quickly shook his head, thinking nothing of it and added two tea spoons of sugar to his tea, adding a third only after he had tasted the beverage.
He had already tried to find something to watch in the TV, he always did, but alas, nothing ever caught his eye.
The apartment was deadly silent.
He heard the bathroom door locking, his roommate never locked that door but still, it was nothing.
Only after a few hours did he start to get suspicious, after no answer to a knock on the door, Lysander started to worry. If his roommate had died and it didn't look like a suicide, of course he would be the main suspect!
Luckily the door was weak, the hinges brittle from years of use, he managed to break it down without causing too much damage to his own body.
Blood.
The whole bath room had a red tint to it, the water dyed red from his roommates blood, the water over flowing onto the floor, staining his bath mat with blood.
"Oh my.." he mused, a small smirk appearing on his face, his eyes scanning to the broken window, he was surprised he didn't hear that.
And bullets on the floor? Surely he would hear a gun go off. Unusually, they were unused.
He looked at the roommate, of course she had to die, that was just Lysander's luck, wasn't it?
He looked at the girl in the tub, her fringe soaked and stuck to her head, blood staining the ends of her platinum blonde hair. Her green eyes glassed over looking towards the ceiling, her abdomen and chest littered with cuts and stab wounds. It was all quite peculiar really.
He looked up at the ceiling of the room, wondering if the girl had being looking at anything before hand, her face was smiling, that added another layer of unease to the death.
Written in blood, Lysander cringed.
I told you not to trust him.
He was no detective but even he could figure out that message was about him, he'd seen all the vandalised flyers of course.
Still only in a dressing gown and boxers, he did something he never thought he would do; he went to the apartment below his.
Upon a man answering the door, Lysander immediately spoke,
"You're the smart one, right?"
— UNEDITED 523 words — ahhh welcome to the story, of course this is the prologue and normal chapters will be much longer but I just needed to get at least something out this week, I hope you enjoyed it! English isn't my first language so if you have any tips I'll be happy to hear!! - JP
