Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or Dr Watson. Just having fun with them!! But if i were ever in trouble i would turn to them first for help !! :)
Cries In The Night
Chapter One
The case had gone well. It was the week before Christmas 1899. Holmes and Watson had been pursuing a bank robber and murderer Jack Scragmore. He was somewhat notorious in the Underworld for his cruelty towards his fellow man. It had been a dangerous undertaking and being aware of how dangerous Scragmore was, Holmes had brought his own revolver with him.
The pursuit had taken Holmes and Watson to a small village called Glenelg in the Highlands of Scotland. The place was surrounded by craggy hills and rough terrain. Now Holmes and Watson had located Scragmore's hiding place and had cornered him. One could feel the presence of Scragmore, like a predatory animal waiting for its prey. Out of the darkness, Scragmore lashed out sending Watson flying to the floor. Watson let out a muffled groan as he had landed badly and held his shoulder as the pain flared up and intensified. Holmes leapt to Watson's defence and placed a left cross sending his quarry down. Scragmore remained motionless. Holmes turned to Watson whilst digging into his pocket for a pair of derbies to see if his friend and colleague was alright. Clutching his still sore shoulder, and before Watson had a chance to reassure Holmes, his eyes widened in horror as Scragmore had suddenly got up and hit the back of Holmes's head hard. With a grunt Holmes collapsed to the floor unconscious. With a chilling smile of triumph, Scragmore made an escape to the door. Watson tried to tackle him but was shaken off by Scragmore who disappeared into the fading light.
Watson groaned and pushed himself off the floor, still clutching his sore shoulder, and made his way to Holmes who began to stir. Watson began examining Holmes's head and grimaced seeing it was a bad cut.
"Easy Holmes, don't try to move too soon. You have a nasty head injury; I'll try to make you as comfortable as possible". Said an increasingly concerned Watson.
Watson tore a strip of cloth from his jacket and proceeded to tie a makeshift bandage around the head wound. He then took off his jacket and rolled it up carefully placing it under Holmes's head. He then found an old sack and used it to cover Holmes shielding from the cold. Watson checked his revolver to ensure it was fully loaded and snapped the barrel shut with a sharp click and with a look of determination etched on his face. He looked at Holmes once more ensuring he was comfortable and then stood up and headed for the door, and began his chase after Scragmore. I will find the fiend who did this to Holmes! Thought Watson angrily.
Holmes's eyes flashed opened, awoken by the snap of the revolver's barrel and groggily looked to see Watson leaving and alarmed he cried out after his Boswell.
"Wat-" Holmes attempt to call out was cut short by a spate of dizziness and he was forced to lie back down clutching his head which was throbbing painfully. He clutched his head wishing the room would stop spinning so much. As unconsciousness claimed him once more, his final thoughts concerned the safety of Watson. Be careful my dear friend, the darkness is falling and the terrain is dangerous.
OOOOH ! A Cliffhanger !! Hahaha! Hope you enjoyed that opening chapter!! I promise you there is more to come soon ! And hopefully worth waiting for too !! :)