A Shot in the dark - a Sherlock fanfiction
Chapter One
A.N- This my very first story please be by kind with it. Read and Review please. It is rated T 'cause I am paranoid.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except this plot and the girl getting shot at.
"No! Please don't shoot. I promise I won't tell anyone just please don't shoot" a girl said. "I'm making sure you'll keep this secret to the grave." A man said. As he said this he pointed a gun straight at the poor girl's face. "Please don't kill me!" the girl exclaimed. "Tsk, tsk. You know better than to plead", the man said. Yes, I do, thought the girl, when he is distracted I'll make a run for it, but I must be careful about the snipers. As she thought this the man gave a devilish grin, and said "Good-bye sweet princess"
Then the man heard something move in the distance. He started moving towards it when he realised his mistake when he turned around the girl was already out of his sights. He started cursing incoherently under his breath. When he noticed that all of them were waiting for his signal he yelled, "Don't just stand there you bloody idiots kill her, find her. Just do something!" Meanwhile somewhere deeper in the forest the girl could hear him curse and yell, now it is time to pick up speed, she thought. Then not a moment too soon there was bullets whizzing past her.
Stay close to the trees, she thought. Then a bullet from one of the sniper's rifle claimed excruciating pain on her left shoulder. She fought not to cry out because if she does then they would figure out where she would be in the darkness. The adrenaline kicked in and she started running world-record speed. She remembered her survival training with her father, but when she thought about it is kind of ironic in this situation since he is trying to kill her now. Very, very ironic, she thought. The bullets were coming less often now so she could have lost them, but don't jump to conclusions that is the worst thing you want to do in this moment, she thought.
She saw a tree that she could hide behind catch her breath, but it was dark and she lost her footing and twisted her ankle. She managed to sit in front of the tree. For a smart man my father has made some terrible choices, she thought. I hope there is a house somewhere near here. Well it really can't get any worse than this. With a struck of terrible misfortune there was a roar of thunder and a crack of lightning nearby. I should never have jinxed myself. Curses!, she thought.
She started walking even though her mind told her to sit and relax. She knew she doesn't really have a choice here. Hmmm, do I want to stay here and bleed to death and let my psychotic father catch or take my chances and move farther away. She chooses the second option, even though she knew there was no option for her. She squinted in the darkness while occasionally a flash of lightning will illuminate her path, looking for a stick to help her walk with. She finally a walking stick for her injured leg. She looked around a moment because she couldn't believe that the snipers had stopped shooting. When she finally thinks things are looking up terrenchous downpour came down after the thunder and lightning. All right Mother Nature is really trying to kill me, she thought. When she was beginning to lose all hope she saw a house in the distance.
In that exact same house Sherlock Holmes was staring at the ceiling and talking to Dr. John Watson about cases John had taken up when Sherlock was supposed to be "dead". "Well this one was particularly boring. I knew who the killer by just asking the witness who was the killer, " John finished. "I didn't know you were so good at reading people Watson, well done," said Mycroft. "I wasn't that is why you haven't notice. After Sherlock faked his dead I had to do something or otherwise I would have gone mad, and I also had a bad case of insomnia. So what better way to pass the time then to 'read' people" John replied. Sherlock frowned, he did not know this when he was away.
"Can one of you boys help me with dinner? I am afraid I do not know one thing on how to prepare this meal." Mrs. Holmes called out. "I am coming," said John getting up from his seat. "You know how to cook?" Sherlock asked. "Of course, my family was a dysfunctional one so I had to try to keep it to together." John stated. When John entered the kitchen he knew there was a lot of work to be done.
I am almost there. Do not fail me now, she thought. It was still pouring and her injuries are doubling in pain. The house was becoming closer and closer to her and now she could see people moving in there. God please let them help me and not kill me or send me back to him, she thought. She walked up to the front door when her mind suddenly was taken from the pain and blood loss and fell down. The stick fell down with a clank on the ground. So this is what it is like to die. I fell calmer than ever before. Maybe i will see Mama again. Please I miss her so much, she thought.
John was done and he walked towards the sink to wash off his hands. "Thank you so much John you have saved us all from starvation," Mrs. Holmes joked. "You are welcome. I can stay and help you finish cooking the dinner if you like," John offered. "Oh you are too kind. Well you can start washing those vegetables," Mrs. Holmes replied. John started looking out the window when all of a sudden he saw a girl about the age of 12 on the front porch bleeding with some serious and minor injuries. "Oh my God!" John exclaimed running to the door.
A.N- Dum, dum, duuummm!(I am stupid I know that) Well tell me what you think and I will continue or I will not. Anyway there is a little button that is calling your name, and if I were you I would press it. Remember this my first fanfiction ever. So be kind. Please! Review for this story's sake and mine.