Written by myself and VHunter07, dedicated to VHunter07's grandmother who just died
London August 25, 2007 6:50 AM
"What have I brought upon myself?!"
A boy, twelve with ebony hair was sitting in a doorway that lay between a recently renovated kitchen and the alley just outside. Clear red goo oozed from a pastry he was eating. The strawberry filling now stained his sock and the red and black shoe that it went with. Hugh would have gotten up to get a paper towel to clean the mess however he had bigger fish to fry which were do in ten minutes.
Why does staking out a place always make me so hungry?
Hugh would just have to stay as is. Checking he time he thought over what he was about to do. What they had in their possession. What they'd done. Really didn't matter that much. True they were all in one package deal, but he main focus was the industrial security program created by Jack Holmes; his father.
The sound of a car rolling past reach his ears, in a second he was on his feet. The car rolled forward, already past the alley Hugh was occupying he hunched down till he was almost on hands and knees and hurried to get behind it. It stopped no sooner he was behind it.
One minute to go, I can only hope they didn't see me.
Seconds past, no one noticed Hugh. Soon the second car rolled up face to face with the first car. Hugh's time was close he just had to jump in at the right second. First the people in the second car got out. Now the people from the first car got out. They left the doors open. They had no reason not too. Of course they would think carefully about such things. They were goons, clumsy and violent ones at that. They only doing the sale because their organization was crumbling and all the really smart people bailed out before the ship began to sink or they were arrested. One actually was killed by the same goons doing the trade.
Hugh quickly, silently, fast as lightning Hugh went to the open door on the driver's side. He grabbed hold of his target, a metal brief case. He snuck back and away, turning back into the alley he came from, Hugh ran as soon as he was out of sight. He wove through three other alleys before he reached the water front. The sun rising, the Theme glowed like a beacon of hope.
Hugh had no choice. He had to cross the foot bridge. Aleph refused to help so now he has to run across a foot bridge that stretched across the Themes. Hugh went for it. Picking up speed, he made it to the bridge. He ran, a sound a car speeding down a road, spinning out and rushing forward reached Hugh's ears. Hugh gave it his all as he ran. The car rolled up on the bridge, ramming a barrier till it was rubble, the car rolled over and after Hugh. The car was almost upon him, it turn to far side and turned abruptly, almost hitting, knocking out at least five feet of railing. One thug leaned out the driver's side and fired at him. Hugh jumped back, which aided greatly in his not being crushed. Unfortunately he lost his balance and fell to the side. He fell backwards, headfirst; a bullet grazed his left shoulder as he fell. Falling over the side, holding the metal brief case to his chest Hugh felt a something…
And orb of light came from the case and encircled Hugh and the case. The orb seemed almost as if to implode and light shot across London's morning scene as Hugh Ibuka Holmes vanished from that reality.
New London August 25 2104, 4: 43 AM
A weather station atop the twenty three story building known as New London University picks up some strange activity over the Themes. Just ten feet above it in fact, energy erupted from the spot, shooting outwards as and orb formed and dissipated, Hugh fell out and hit the river below.
Managing to keep hold of the case Hugh swam back to the shore line. He made it steps, dragging himself up the concrete steps Hugh stopped, swaying a bit he turn to the side and vomited onto the concrete steps. He trembled; feeling unwell Hugh made his way to a Hospital that was near by. He made it there in ten minutes. The hospital didn't exist; there was instead the old abandoned warehouse that was once there in his old reality.
"Their doing this to me… I must be under the influence of some sort of drug or poison," turning he left for home. Baker Street, he could make it there in twenty five minutes or less. There he could get help from his father. Hugh quickly went from there towards Baker Street.; he saw things on the way that caused him a great deal of shock and surprise. He saw hover car pass over head and he almost stumbled into a wall trying to gaze at it and walk at the same time.
Hugh reached 221 B Baker St, going to the alley. He took off his back pack and put down the metal case and climbed the fire escape stopping when he reached the window that was his own room. Hugh took out a wire from his pocket, slipped it between the window frame and window and flipped the latch open. Hugh pushed up on the window and locked it in place and in he went and stopped short. Against the wall was a android, with the face of a man… Dr. Watson no less, startled he found himself doubting even more what he saw. Visions of strange technology, cars with out wheels, the bridge being gone as he fell into the water and now this… No, this wasn't real, he was seeing things. That's it, seeing things; he must have some sort of poison in his body. He had to put thing down! Hugh had a vase in his hand in a second and in the next he'd swung and hit the android in the head with all his strength.
Hugh dropped what was left as his body painfully vibrated like arthritic guitar string. He backed away and trying to stop shaking.
"I say! Who ever you are have no choice but to arrest you for breaking and entry. Plus assault on police property."
Hugh was shaking all most uncontrollably as Watson approached him, "You're not real!" He got control of the shaking as suddenly as it started and ran to the window. The android try to catch hold of his leg as he existed out the window but Hugh kicked out at Watson forcing him back. Hugh was mostly on to the fire escape when the door open and Sherlock Holmes entered. He stopped a second staring at Holmes… Not real! Hugh let go of the fire escape, then caught hold a few feet down. He lost his grip and crash into some garbage cans below his body vibrated violently. Adrenaline pumping Hugh got to his feet grabbed the case and backpack and ran for his life to the slums.
To avoid capture he wove back and forth through the alleys of New London till he reached its slums. There he went though many buildings. Through windows, doors, air ducts, all the while trying to hide his trail. Unable to go further the boy, exhausted, climbed into a large cabinet in a abandoned Chinese restaurant and fell asleep in matter of seconds after closing the door.