One night, I was awakened by the sound of distant thunder; it was a bunch of screaming. As I opened my eyes, I saw an image of a blurred man. When my sight was cleared, everything around me was in cartoon, everything I saw is two-dimensioned. And the man in front of me was Jack the Ripper, the series murderer from the story, ’Sherlock Holmes’! He was trying to kill me with a knife, I wonder why?
Actually, I was a nineteen-year old girl who had ten years of army training as my parents passed away after a car accident when I was a kid and I had to do something to protect myself from the outside-world. But since I didn’t want to die, I fought with him with karate that I had learnt from the army training. Then I escaped. Suddenly, I ran into a young boy, I apologized immediately. I found out that he was the anime detective, Edogawa Conan! ‘There must be a case,’ I thought. How exciting!
The next second, I heard another scream. Conan and I quickly went to the theatre where the scream came from, and we saw a load of dead bodies. I started to shiver. From the stage, came an evil laughter. It was Professor Moriarty!
I’ve got the worst feeling ever. Professor Moriarty kept staring at us. Actually, he was staring behind us, and it was Jack the ripper again, but he didn’t look so frightening anymore. “Bang, bang” Moriarty was trying to kill him. We hid outside the theatre, as Jack told us that he was an apprentice of Moriarty. Moriarty gave him orders to kill people, but Jack killed too many people and felt guilty so he stopped killing people just before Moriarty gave him the last order, to kill Sherlock Holmes, his enemy. Moriarty felt being betrayed so he wanted to kill Jack back.
A deep voice appeared,” I found you, ha-ha!” It was Moriarty again! We ran as fast as we could, and hid near the Big Ben. After a while, several bombs exploded around us. We were on the edge of dying. We kept dodging bombs. Sadly, even the witty man and the great detective were in coma since they had breathed in too much smoke. It was a battle between Moriarty and me.
“You are going to die,” Moriarty said.
“Oh, really?
”Huh?”
I took my disguised gun from the trunks along my jeans and started the “war”.
Although I was fast, Moriarty was even faster. I couldn’t get away from him. “Ouch!” I cried, I got shot in my leg. He came closer and closer, I thought I was going to die right here. But I used my last ounce of strength to lift my gun, and shot Moriarty in the heart, and he died. I won! I had beaten the king of crimes.
When Jack and Conan woke up, they thanked me as I helped the whole London to kill an extremely dangerous fugitive but I fainted at the next moment, right before I was trying to say “Thank you”, I woke up in a hospital and everything looked real again. I finally returned home.