It is 1889 and Sherlock Holmes has been created 2 years ago. In America, San Francisco, a gang has been set up to protect the citizens. It was called the imperatore cremisi. The leader of this gang’s name is unknown to many. They had been solving every problems, from economic disaster to serial killers. They were a hero to the town. However, for the last 5 years, the gang hasn’t been able to solve one single problem. Citizen are lying dead in narrow places such as in between buildings, their body sliced by something that seems like a large knife. The American Government are seriously concerned as the gang which has been able to solve every problem that came their way, has not been able to solve this issue. They sent the best detective they had: George Joestar, commonly known as- jojo.
Chapter 2: the encounter
As George Joestar stepped out of the ship, he streched his legs, his tie loose and coat hanging off his shoulders. His dirty blong hair rustled in the cold wind. A man, properly dressed and wearing a hat, ran over to George and siad “and you must be Detective JoJo”. George ignored him and put on his hat, walking past him and strolled towards the town. The man sighed and ran up to him, keeping up to George’s pace and introducing himself. “My name is Edward Frechling. Nice to meet you sir”. Then George finally looked up. He barely nodded and went back to his stroll. Edward grabbed his arm and told him “you are on a serious case detective. A case that could shatter this whole country. If you are here to replace the gang then the president must be joking”. George merely barked a small laugh at that and strolled faster. At least he looked like he was strolling. Edward couldn’t keep up his pace.
Edward found George 30 minutes later, sipping a coffee. Edward was mad now. “IF YOU ARE GOING TO SIT THERE ENJOYING THE SUN THEN YOU ARE USELESS GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM” he screamed. For a few moments silence lingered. George looked at him like he was going to say something. Then he did. “I am doing something Edward” his voice was smooth as velvet. “I am undercover. I am searching dor suspicious movements. And now that you ahve shouted the attention is coming to me. You ahve ruined my plan” his voice was quiet but there was unmistakably a cold anger behind that voice. Edward’s face reddened. He was about to say something when a man in all black spoke behind him “is eveything all right? Right now our leadr is here too so the problem will be over quick”. Edward’s face emitted the heat from the sun. “Oh god your leader oh no oh no”. He said. George looked up now and looked straight at the man with a black suit, red tie and a hat with a red band, covering his face. “So you must be the leader then” he called out. Then the man strolled to him. His whisper was like a snake hissing. “Good afetrnoon Mr. Joestar. My name is Diavolo”. Edward was stunned. “Nice to meet you Diavolo so you know my name then. Now tell me how?” Edward was too stunned to even breath. He couldn’t believe the leader of their heroes just revealed his name to a complete stranger. Diavolo chuckled. “Im afraid i cannot reveal that”. He turned to go. George grabbed his arm and whispered. “Tell. Me. Now”. Diavolo slapped his arm away, stared daggers at George then strolled away taking his narrow eyed subordinates with him. George sighed. “Well thats gonna be a pain”.
Chapter 3: “His eyes!”
George stepped back as Edward grabbed his collar and shook him. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOIN! YOU GOT THE HONOR OF HIS NAME IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?!” he screeched. “Calm down young man! I dont get why a freak like him wou-“ before he could finish, Edward grabbed his collar and slammed him into a wall. “DO. NOT. INSULT. DIAVOLO. IN. FRONT. OF ME.” he shouted. “Jesus man! Calm down!”. Edward pulled out his gun. That was the signal for George. He put his hands on his arms and before Edward knew it, his arm was spinning- actually spinning. He screamed. George spun on his heels and strolled. Leaving Edward dumbfounded.
George dumped his belongings on the bed and sat on the couch. ‘I guess living in a hotel isnt that bad’ he thought. It was 9pm, he was well…tired? and he was drinking his favourite tea- Earl Grey. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. He called out “come in!”. The hotel manager stood there looking at him and he was looking at the manager. “A member of imperatore cremisi is here to meet you sir” he said in a deep voice. George frowned got up and grabbed the manager and ducked them both behind a wall when he heard a sound of a drill. No not a drill. Bullets. Thousands of them. They pierced through walls teared down tapestries and burst through the door. Then it all stopped. The sound of the door being kicked open. Five men, no six came into the room. They all looked at the manager and George, George looked at them, the manager was squeezing his eyes shut. Then a man spoke. “I, Holler Horse, has gotten the message from our dear leader to kill you” he spoke in a sing-song voice. “I am so efficient with my stand, Emperor!” He pulled out a gun. “Of course you can’t see, but this piece of work has taken a ton of lives mate!”. George looked at him. He clearly didn’t think George was a stand user. “That shoudl be hard to use, an invisible gun” he said trying to trick him. “No no sir,” he said mockingly. “I can see it, you can’t”. Then George pulled out his revolver and Holler Horse laughed. “That’s funny that is.. now how do you plan to kill me with that?” he asked. “Like this”. George focused his spin into the cylinder and shot. Holler ducked, and all the glass behind him shattered. Suddenly Holler didn’t look like he was having fun anymore. He shot three times, all three missing George and hitting the wall. Boucing to George. His left arm, right shoulder and leg had gotten shot. He scramed his agony and summoned his stand. Now Holler was really surprised. “ORA!” He ducked a punch then got hit by another. His body twisted and he was knoched into a wall. Now George was fighting the rest of the men. They cannot see his stand so they were having a hard time beating him. They Holler found an opening. He grabbed George’s arm and heaved, throwing him through the broken window. Then George grabbed Holler’s foot and tried to take him down with him. But it wasn’t working Holer was grabbing the window frame but George’s grip was slipping. He couldn’t use his left arm. When he was too concerned, his mind automatically shut down. His thoughts too. Except one. Dragging Holler and only Holler down and killing him. His eyes pulsed. Holler screamed. “THOSE ARE A KILLER’S EYES. WHAT A DARK DETERMINATION HE HAS!” George let him finish. At least he could say his final words. He wrenched and Holler screamed is agony for his broken leg. George adjusted his position and used the spin to fly up while throwing Holler down. With a sickening thud, Holler Horse was dead, a mess on the road.
Chapetr 3 is done!!! 3 chapters in a day! Scary George ;-;