"Persephone..." He looked confused for a moment, he had to go back to his knowledge of Greek gods and goddesses. His eyes went wide and he took a step back.
"Goddess of flowers and vegetation.. and.. the Underworld." He tried to take another step back, but his back hit a wall. His heart was pounding.
"Did... you... lure me down here to kill me and take me to the Underworld?" He had seemed like such a nice man, but now Sherlock wasn't quite sure. He hadn't killed Mrs. Hudson, but maybe he was getting him out of the way first so there would be no witnesses?
His eyes canted over to the hallway where the front door lie, then back to the flower. Could he make the door before this man.... god... whatever he was struck him down? It seemed unlikely.
Well, that only left one thing to do.
Sherlock swallowed down his fear, stood up straight, and stared John.. Persephone, whatever he was in the eye. "I'm not afraid to die. Take me now, don't prolong the deed. Send me to Hell, or wherever you rule." He said, almost defiantly.
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"Goddess of flowers and vegetation.. and.. the Underworld." He tried to take another step back, but his back hit a wall. His heart was pounding.
"Did... you... lure me down here to kill me and take me to the Underworld?" He had seemed like such a nice man, but now Sherlock wasn't quite sure. He hadn't killed Mrs. Hudson, but maybe he was getting him out of the way first so there would be no witnesses?
His eyes canted over to the hallway where the front door lie, then back to the flower. Could he make the door before this man.... god... whatever he was struck him down? It seemed unlikely.
Well, that only left one thing to do.
Sherlock swallowed down his fear, stood up straight, and stared John.. Persephone, whatever he was in the eye. "I'm not afraid to die. Take me now, don't prolong the deed. Send me to Hell, or wherever you rule." He said, almost defiantly.