This drabble is not exactly for the Sherlock Holmes books. Neither is it for the movie. It is for the game: "Sherlock Holmes: The Awakened." *commence scary background music*
This game is, in my opinion, at least equal to any of the stories, and if you've ever played it, you'll know precisely what I mean. *shivers* There's limbless bodies, a man's corpse that tears open at the torso and octopus arms squiggle out everywhere, a tree with bloodied carcasses hanging like fruit from its branches…okay, sorry, got carried away. *blushes* You travel from Baker Street to New Orleans and Scotland, to an (atrociously!) insane asylum and a pirate's cave under a lighthouse…and I'll stop blabbering now. *giggles*
While it is for the Awakened, you don't necessarily have to have played the game to understand it, I don't think.
Anyway...enjoy!
Destined
I sat in my study, prescribing yet another cough medicine to a fussy Mrs. Osprey, my twelfth patient of the day since 5 a.m..
As I scribbled the all-too-familiar notes, my mind wandered to my friend Sherlock Holmes, who, I knew very well, was lounging restlessly around our rooms at Baker Street, in all probability glaring out the sitting room window, cursing the streets for their lack of criminal excitement. I could hear his cold, cynical voice in my head distinctly: "It's the tedium, Watson; the criminal world has lost every once of audacity and originality since the death of Moriarty. My mind rebels at this stagnation."
And surely enough, when I entered at a quarter 'til two that afternoon, his words were nearly exactly that.
With growing concern, abundant sympathy, and a twinge of guilt for not having the time to stay longer, I did my best to reassure my dearest friend of that fact that the complex problems and suspenseful adventure that he so craved were not so far away, that our dreary, monotonous lives were closely destined to be disturbed by great clues and conundrums, villains and victims forthcoming for the use of only his singular talents.
I hoped as much as he that the heavens heard me.
If only we'd known then for what we were praying.
Even though I doubt this will produce much response (not many people avoid doing their homework just to play badly-computerized Holmes games *hehe*), I'll probably add more drabbles anyway, just for my own sake. *biggrin*