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It's my first ever made Sherlock Holmes FF, so please leave a review so I know how i can make it better ;P

He was laying down on the ground, he was hardly breathing, and his lips were turning into a mix of purple and blue. A gunshot came out of the blue air, and it hit him, there should have been blood floating out of his body, but there wasn't any blood to see at all. I looked back and saw a silhouette holding a gun in it's one hand. There was nothing but silence, not a single move was made. Until suddenly, I got stabbed by someone from behind with a knife, I couldn't feel a thing of it, and then everything turned black.

The sun were shining in trough a crack of the window, that wasn't entirely covert by the long red, but half burned (by a experimental mixture of chlorine, and hydrochloric that exploded.) curtain. Suddenly, there was someone knocking on the door, and before I could think of it, the door was opened, and of cause it was John H. Watson.

"Holmes, what are you doing?"

"What do it look like I'm doing. I'm trying to get some sleep for the first time, since that stupid -missing cat- case two days ago"

"Holmes, that was last week, six days ago to be precise... Holmes... Haven't you slept in six hole days. Seriously, haven't you considered to find a new case"

"Yes, but there ain't any cases, I have checked the papers... Since yesterday"

"Come on Holmes. There must be some kind of case that you can stick your head into"

Watson walked trough the room towards the curtains.

"No, please don't, please Watson, be a bit gentle to me"

He held both of the curtains sides in each of his hands, and then he tore them apart, with such rage and speed that the little bird in the corner got such a fright, that it made the cage that it were in, fall to the ground. But after it fell, the little door in the cage had opened, and the little bird was flying around freely in the room.

"Ohm... Holmes, since when do you have a bird?"

"What bird, I can't see any birds?"

"That bird that now are flying around in the room. Holmes?..."

Watson looked over, and got shocked over what he was seeing. I was laying half-dead down on the ground, could hardly breath, when suddenly I got a big bucket of cold water over me. I opened my eye's in the same second that the cold water was washed over me, but I still had a hard time breathing.

"Holmes are you okay, what have you now done to your self?"

"Nothing... I have just drunken a bit, don't worry I'll be perfectly fine …"

"Holmes, stay with me here... What kind of drink?"

"it's over there.. on the table next to the window..."

Watson rushed over to get the bottle that was standing on the table like I had told him. Watson took it in his hands, and lifted it up to his nose so he could smell to it, and maybe find out what kind of mixture I had been drinking. He knew what it was, he turned around and looked at me with a frightened gaze.

"Holmes, I'm sorry but, why in hell do you have a bottle of methanol standing in your room, how stupid can a man be...Wait, don't answer, that's not important right now. The important thing now is to get you some ethanol, and stacks of it. Hey, Holmes... You shouldn't have any ethanol standing around, wouldn't you"

"Over there..."

"Of cause... why doesn't that surprise me?"

Watson hurried over to get the ethanol. He rushed back, and squatted beside me. The breathing was getting worse, and I blacked out.

I couldn't move, my hands and feet were tide up with thick robes. The only thing I knew, was that I had the worst headache of my entire life. I almost couldn't see a thing, except a gleam from a little window in the wall with bars in front of it, were you could see the moon. (It was full moon.) I could hear foot steps, coming towards me. The only thing I could see of him was a rough sketch, standing in the shadows. He wouldn't show me his face, not that I asked. But like last time, we didn't say a word, didn't make a move, not that I could. He just stood there. The moon suddenly made the room brighter. The most of his face was still laying in the shadows but his eyes were not. His grey eyes pierced out of the shadows, but he weren't looking at me. He was looking at something, or someone behind me. But before I could think it threw, he took a gun from behind his back in one of his hands, and pointed it towards me and said, "Goodbye my friend, I hope we'll see each other in the future, that lays a head of you". And then he shot me, but again, there wasn't any kind of pain.

I woke up, to see that I was laying in the hospital. Watson was sleeping in a red leather chair next to the window, he was snoring a bit, but it wasn't that bad. I looked around in the room, but stopped when I was passing the door, to see that there was standing a beautiful, tall, blond nurse with perfectly red lips. She was coming towards me, in her polished black shoes with heels. The nurse uniform was forming her body, so you could see her curves, from her shoulders down to her hips. And then she asked :

"So what's your excuse to look at me, on that kind of way"

"Ohm... Nothing, I'm sorry, it's just that... you're really beautiful"

"I know, the guys around here says that 24-7 to me"

"Well, but have you ever been on a date, with somebody who said that you were beautiful"

"actually, now that you ask about it, no, or at least not yet"

"Well, if you were interested, I would gladly try to go on a date with you"

"Well I guess that's a date then. Hello, my name is Emily, Emily Swift"

"Well I'm pleased to meet you Emily. My name is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, but you can call me Holmes"

"It's a pleasure to meet you to Mr. Holmes. Well I guess I'll see on Friday then"

"I guess so"

"Then goodbye for now Mr. Holmes"

She walked out as elegant as when she walked in. But before she walked out of the door, she turned around, and blew a kiss to me, but at the same time she blinked with one eye, and then she disappeared down the hallway.

"You just couldn't resist it, could you?"

Watson had opened his eyes and was looking at me with "You're a complete idiot" look. He stood up from the red chair, and clicked on a red button. And then he just left. I could hear foot steps coming towards me, and suddenly a big fat women came in through the door. She also had red lipstick on, but instead of blond hair, she had black greasy hair. She also had a brownish black beauty dot on her cheek, and I think there was hair on it. She made me get chills, in a bad way.

"Did you call for a nurse, Mcdreamy"

She said with a deep flirty voice. I got chills ALL over my body this time

"No, I didn't, so now you can go again."

She got a sad look in her eyes, and walked slowly away crying. I stood up, and tried to get my balance back, then I went over to get my jacket, that was hanging on the wall left to the bed. I got out on the street and tried to get a horse carriage. Finally there was a horse carriage that could drive me home, but I wasn't alone in the carriage, there was a tall man in it, he was sitting in the more dark side of it. There were nothing but silence, and before I could get a better look at him, the carriage stopped and he jumped of. But something about him felled so familiar, like I had met him before.

HI...again! As i said in the beginning... Please leave a review ;P Oh, and hope that you liked chapter 1 of my story C YAH SOON!