A/N: This is a two part piece, originally written for the Shernanigans Party on Tumblr. This part is in the perspective of Henry Knight, and sherlockedwillow's part is in Dr. Mortimer's perspective. (I will link it as soon as it is up on her site.)
It's not required that you read them together, but that was the original intent of our collaborating on these works. Please check hers out, as well!
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I stood on the outskirts of the mine-field, my gun clasped firmly in my hand. All was still under the moonlight. From the trees behind me, I heard the twigs breaking under the weight of something massive; something that had been haunting me in both my every sleeping and waking moment.
I could hear it. I could hear it; the cause of my nightmares. The cause of my wealth, my pain, and my fears. The cause of my insanity.
The Hound.
I could feel its presence as it crept closer.
My heart was pounding loudly in my ears as I slowly turned around.
Red eyes peered at me through the trees, growing ever larger and brighter as the Hound continued forward in an oddly hesitative manner. Its hesitance frightened me even more, for it had always shown such eagerness to hunt me down and finish its game of cat and mouse.
"No..." I muttered, slowly backing away from the approaching figure.
The hound edged closer still. It revealed itself from the sanctity of the woods just as slowly as it had been approaching before.
Its red eyes... Its snarling teeth, and its raised hackles.
A second later, I ran. I ran through the mine-field, wishing desperately that I would trigger a mine and blow myself to bits. The gun was still grasped in my hand as I fled, pushing my way through waist-high weeds and plants.
It let out a haunting howl as it chased after me, and I couldn't help but check over my shoulder to see how close it had gotten. A mere twenty feet back, the hound's gaze followed my every step. I turned back around and continued running as fast as my legs could carry me.
The gun in my hand suddenly felt heavy, and I looked to it. A realization hit, and I turned myself completely around and took aim at the beast that had been haunting my every living moment.
I fired.
There was no yelp or roar of pain from the Hound. There was no sound that signified that it had suddenly hit the ground.
There was only the sound of glass shattering and a woman screaming.
I blinked. Before me, Doctor Mortimer was curled up in the corner of my sitting room, clutching at the wall next to her as she screamed in terror. The mirror beside her was shattered where the shot I had intended for the Hound had actually struck.
"Oh my god," I muttered, looking down at the gun in my hand. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I am so-" I stuttered, "I am so sorry. I am so sorry."
Dr. Mortimer still sat quivering in the corner, whimpering in terror, praying that I would not take another shot at her.
I stared at the gun in my hand again. 'I have to end this,' I thought. 'I almost took someone's life because I thought she was the beast.'
I turned and ran, my gun still clasped tightly in my hand. I knew what I had to do.
'I am not going to become the monster of another person's nightmares,' I thought as I ran in the direction of the moor.
'I'll die first.'