Trent's pov! LONDON,1873
I was polishing my boots when my good old chap,Owen Dawson ran into the room. "sir,we have another visitor."he said out of breath. "ah,another mystery to be solved,eh? send the lad or lady in."i lit my pipe. "right in here,Miss."Dawson held the door open for a lovely young women in a long black dress. "well hello madam,my name is Trent glad to me you."i jumped out of my chair and kissed her hand. she jerked her hand away. "glad to meet you too,now i have a problem for you to solve."she put her hands on her hips. i jumped onto the stacks of books and searched for the wanted poster. "excuse me,aren't you going to listen?"she asked. "i am dear,just give me a second. Dawson where is the new wanted poster?"i shouted to him in the other room. he walked in with a crumbled up paper. "here you are,sir."he handed it to me. i looked at it. "aw,they didn't get my look right."i rubbed my chin. "dammit listen to me!"she took the poster out of my hand and threw it on the floor. "well that doesn't make me want to help you,now does it?"i asked and picked the paper back up. "sorry,now will you listen?"she rolled her eyes. i sat in my busted up chair and got out my note pad. "sure,go ahead dear."i put my feather pen in ink and took it back out. "first of all don't call me dear."she hissed. "whatever you say,dear-woops i mean what's your name?"i asked. "its Gwendolyn. but i like to be called Gwen."she said. "ah,princess Gwendolyn. how rude of me to not notice."i said. my bulldog,Richard ran into the room and began barking at her. "bad boy,go do something else."i hit him with my newspaper. "now can i tell you?"she asked. "of course."i scribbled my feather pen onto my note pad to make sure it worked. "okay,my father was murdered by some guy and he stole everything that was priceless in the castle,do you know who?"she said. "not that i recall..but i will find out who done it."i wrote it down and smoked on my pipe. "um..thanks."she said. "Holmes,the guards they found us."Dawson said in a panic. i smiled and put on my coat that went down to my feet. "when are you going to look for the culprit?"she asked. "soon my darling,but right now.."i trailed off and put my hat on my head. the guards broke into the room. "there he is!"one of the shouted. "i have other problems. kiss kiss goodbye."i jumped out the window and onto the railing on the side of the house. "where'd he go?"all of the guards looked out the window. "i cant hold on much longer."Dawson whispered about to fall. "just don't-."he cut me off by farting. "fart."i said. a arrow was throw at me but it went into my coat holding me to the wood of the house. i pulled it out. "nice try boys,thanks though."i put the arrow above a clothes line tied to my house and the shop across from it. "i cant do that!"Dawson screamed in terror. "hush now and just hold on to me,k?"i said. once he had a hold on me i jumped off the roof and down the rope we went. he started to slip down from me and he grabbed my pants and they fell down exposing my boxers to everyone. "my word."some of the people below us said. we landed on the ground and i pulled up my pants. "good going chap."i said pissed off. a woman screamed in horror when she saw my face on the wanted poster. i tipped my hat at her. "good day to you mam."i ran off with Dawson right behind me. we hid in a alley. "how long do we have to keep this up?"Dawson whisper-yelled. "not to long lad..we just have to get our names off of most wanted."i said. "the king wont forgive you for stealing things and setting things on fire."he said. "the king is dead."i said. "good god man,i didn't think you would stoop so low."his eyes widened. "i didn't kill him,Gwendolyn the princess who just came to our place told me that he was murdered by someone and stole every priceless thing in the castle."i said. "even the crown?"he gasped. "i suppose so."i looked out of the alley to make sure they were gone. "okay coast is clear,lets get out disguises on."i put my fake mustache on. "wow,is that all?"Dawson rolled his eyes. i put on glasses that a scientist would wear. "not entirely."i said. Dawson had a fancy tux and hat on,gray slacks,and shiny black shoes. "here put this on."i put a fake beard on him. "how in the hell do you breath in this? do i look like Santa Claus to you?"he growled. "figure it out and possibly..now lets get out of here."i reached into my jacket and pulled out my cane and we began walking. we walked by a guard. "good day to you sir."i said. "good day to you-wait a minute do i know you from some where?"he asked suspicious. i slouched back into my thick jacket. "no,of course not my lad."i walked off quickly. he stepped on my jacket and it fell off of me. "shit."i cursed under my mouth. "hello there.."the guard trailed off and painfully pulled my fake mustache off. "Holmes."he snarled. "you guys are just to damn good,anywho Ciao!"i ran off but guards put their ax's in front of me to block my exit. "pointy,don't you think you are taking this to literally?"i chuckled at the weapons. one of the swung at me but i ducked. "missed me."i spit my tongue at them. the other one swung at me. "missed me again,where did you learn to use these things? Pre-K?"i asked. they growled and both swung at me but i jumped. "i can do this all day."i said. they got out their guns. "ooh,i love this game. catch me if you can!"i ran off. 5 guards ran after me. "Holmes would you like some help?"Dawson asked running with me holding his hand over his hat to make sure it doesn't fall off. "sure,go to the butcher shop and buy me a rifle."i smiled. "sure but what for?"he asked. "to teach these guards a lesson."i said. "you aren't going to kill them are you?"he asked. "nonsense,unless they shoot at me."i said. "of course they're going to shoot at you!"he said. "just be a good lad and go get me my gun."i said. he ran off to the shop. i stopped in my tracks and turned around to face the guards. "now lets play a little game,shall we?"i grabbed a near by mop. they took out their swords and we began fighting. i kicked one of them in the face and they dropped their sword and i picked it up. "ein guard!"i shouted sword fighting them. Dawson came running to me. "here is your gun sir."he handed it to me. "thank you chap."i put it in my pocket still defending myself with my sword. one of the guards tackled me and we went flying into a carriage. a lady screamed because my head was on her lap. "i`m terribly sorry Miss."i got off of her and climbed out of the carriage onto the top and i sword fought the guy. he knocked my sword out of my hand and held his sword to my neck. "give it up Holmes!"he yelled. i reached into my pocket. "okay..just let me say my final words."i said. "sure what is it?"he hissed. "i hope you enjoy your afterlife."i swiftly took my gun out of my pocket and shot him. he dropped to his knees and put a hand over his bloody wound. "i`ll take that."i took his sword. he looked up at me. "f-fuck y-you."he gasped. "fuck you too sir,goodbye."i pushed him off the carriage. i looked back inside the carriage. the lady had fainted. "i`m sorry."i threw her out of the carriage. i climbed up to the drivers seat. "oh god its you!"the driver screamed. "yeah,yeah big surprise."i knocked him out and he fell onto the ground. "lets go Dawson!"i said. "coming sir."he sat beside me. "how did you get this?"he asked. "oh y'know..stole it."i hit the horse with a whip to make it go faster. "dammit Holmes,cant you go one day without causing trouble?"he cursed. "i would..but they want me dead."i said. Dawson just shook his head. "now,lets get started on the murder case of the king. YA!"i shouted and whipped the horse. "well then,you should get started on your new book."Dawson said pushing his glasses up. "yes i should,but not now i have a case to solve."i said.