The Massacre of mankind Sherlock Holmes Vs The War of the Worlds

**Updated and re-edited September 2018**

This is a serious and intelligent interpretationand not a comical fusion of two classic genres.

Using pivotal sequences portrayed in Wells' masterpiece, we'll accompany Holmes & Watson as they experience and tackle the horror of a full scale Martian invasion. Includes new plot twists and updated science.

The Thunder Child:- Excerpt from chapter seven.

People flung themselves futilely at the ship's railings as the boat pulled away from the now swamped jetty. I found myself willing to dive into the torrent waters without a moments hesitation. I hadn't come this far to loss her again. Holmes prevented me, locking me in a constricting clasp.

I fought against him, pleaded. “Let me go!”

Hated Sherlock to his core but I knew he was right. I withered in his brotherly embrace as mine and Mary's eyes made contact. Over the shrieking yells around us she softly mouthed the words I love you.

“Ulla!” That terrible clap of thunder echoed above our heads. “Ulla!”

An unseen tripod had swum up the Thames. Raised itself to full height behind Tower Bridge. Flourished its funnel and blocked the exodus of the ferry.

“Ulla!” A second fighting machine appeared above St Paul's then another and another.

They roared in unison. “Ulla!”

The crowd cowered to their knees covering their ears. I saw a grown man weeping.

“Ulla!” The Martians and their unearthly rays of were upon us all!

I had out witted the invaders thus far but no more.

The first shot didn't come from the Martians. The grey iron clad warship Thunder Child moored at St Katharine docks, dealt a tremendous blow. Killing the tripod that straddled the Thames. No longer protected by any form of shield while they roam gave out an atrocious cry, the voice of their pain. The two hundred and fifty-four mini-meter front battery turrets of the naval flag ship had ripped apart the back shell plate of the Martian strider. It staggered side to side. Silver blood pouring from a gaping wound. Its legs acting independent from the brain. Losses its footing it toppled. Crashing through the two layers of Tower Bridge. Not everybody managed to clear the collapsing titan's path.

Cheers rose up from the frighten crowd. Jarring fists punched the air. These beasts could be killed. Another volley from Thunder Child blasted a leg clean off a second Martian. Wounded and unsupported it fell heavily, crushing St Magnus church beneath its weight. The prayers inside didn't receive their salvation. Picking up whatever they could find people started throwing debris at the metal warlords.