A/N:
I know, I've got other stories to write...but everyone needs a place to stick all of their random little plot bunny stories, right?
Please enjoy.
The thunder shook the very sky as it crashed; the rain poured silently onto the grassy field. The wind whipped hard in its wild dance, abusing the stalks of grass that were trying so hard to stay upright in their own miniscule glory.
Sherlock Holmes gazed up at the dark grey clouds that brewed above him. He didn't even wince when the lightning split the waning darkness. He let rain-heavy grass cradle him and form around his body. He felt as if he was sinking into the wet dirt and dripping stalks.
The harsh weather was throwing everything it had on him, and he just lied there silently, taking everything in. Besides, he wouldn't be able to move, even if he should desire to.
And as Sherlock Holmes endured the elements, he felt his life slowly ebbing away. The bullet hole in his chest carelessly continued in letting his blood, his life, seep from his body.
The grass became burdened with his blood.
The thunder was laughing at his weakness.
The wind was taunting him.
But he felt nothing.
Nothing but pain.
And a longing for something unknown...
There was something...someone that he wanted. But who? But what? He couldn't think...
His mind was leaving him in bitter betrayal.
There was nothing he could do now, except to listen.
The thunder's roar and the wind's howl became like a sweet melody, so pleasing to the ears.
It was like a calming lullaby...
The grass hugged close to his body, doing its best to keep him warm.
Like a blanket...
The dark clouds covered the setting sun. The lightning would flash, bringing unwanted light, but the soothing darkness would always come again...
He closed his eyes as the world put him to sleep...
A/N:
Geeze, I'm depressive right now...
How many times have I killed Holmes? Three times? Four times? I'm a murderer XD
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