The Ransom

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Ransom For a Child

Sherlock was home alone. He was only five and he was home alone. He had locked the doors, and the windows, and had turned off the burners. He was in his family’s dining room, eating cold soup out of a can. He was scared to touch the burners, because he had already burned his hand once, and he was to short to reach the bowls, so there he was, eating cold chicken noodle soup out of an can.

Sherlock was sitting there, swinging his feet, slurping his soup and looking around the empty hall. He thought this was a strange thing for him to do, seeing that he lived in this house but he did it anyways. He then realized how large this estate was for a five year old boy.He was indeed small for his age, and the large halls of his family’s mansion nearly exaggerated that part.

Suddenly, he heard a loud crash upstairs in his parent’s bedroom. Now, if he had pets, he would have no reason for fear, and instead be very annoyed. But his family kept no pets, and because this was so, the noise caused him to freeze up in fear. His eyes widened, and he pushed his soup away and slipped off his chair, stumbling onto the floor, but making not even the slightest noise. He had practiced this when he wanted to sneak away from a busy dinner table filled with parent’s friend’s. Then he sunk up to the wall the wrapped around the stairs, and contemplated going up there to see what was going on.

He finally decided to go to see what it was, while his heart was fluttering out of his chest. He greatly wished his parents were home. He got to the top of the stairs, and turned down the hall to tiptoe in front of his mother’s door, and pressed his ear to it.

“D**n it!” A gruff voice whispered harshly. “Nice job...

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Sherlock had slipped into one of his momentary deductions, which usually only lasted a few seconds.

“My name is Sherlock Holmes.” He announced, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

The tall man smiled coldly. “Well, here’s our little moneybag of the night.” He laughed cruelly, taking a step towards Sherlock.

Sherlock instantly rose from the floor and bolted down the stairs. He heard the tall man ordering them to follow him, and heard them run down the stairs after him. He realized he had locked the door, then realized he could easily unlock it. His mind was not working right. He ran past his empty soup can, and ran into a wall, as he looked back. He got up, and turned to see the bald man turn the corner, and smile.

“Finally got you, you little prat.” The bald man said, jogging up to him. Sherlock tried to weasel his way out, but there was no way.

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