A/N:
HALLO! Wow, it's been MONTHS hasn't it? I feel rather ashamed for waiting so long to write this. But then again, school and homework took its grasp on my life, and I have had little to no time to write. That and I've recently been suffering from a humongous Sherlockian writer's block. I simply do not get any ideas for it any more.
Anyways, this a response to the Ten Words challenge I received from Lemon Zinger. Given ten words, write a story that uses them all.
Here are the words: Meander, power, green, credential, moist, abscond, unconditional, being, hour, chaos
Anyways, this takes place while the two gentlemen are running from Moriarty in Switzerland. Just an extra scene. ;)
The beauty of the landscape was completely contrasted to the chaos of London. There was so much more color; so much more majesty in those towering mountains than in the brick buildings back at home. One could get lost in so much unconditional beauty.
And yet while I was in awe of the landscape everywhere we traveled, my friend, Sherlock Holmes, was not looking at the natural phenomenon at all. His eyes were always watching those random travelers who passed by us, or gazing at those dark shadows or hiding places that were hidden to the average eye. His overly-exerted wariness always reminded me of the true nature of our trip. This was not meant to be a pleasure-filled vacation, but a chance to abscond from the grasp of Professor Moriarty.
Moriarty was a man who's money and power was the perfect credential regarding his authority over London's greatest criminals. He had promised to kill Holmes if my friend did not cease to meddle in his affairs. Holmes could not stop his influence upon the matter, for London's honor was at stake. And now we were on the run, fleeing from Moriarty's wrath.
As we traveled across the country of Switzerland my friend never let his guard down. I feared he may cause great strain to his physical and mental abilities by the continuous tense wariness during our plight.
My fears were proven right, for in one instance during our trip I found him lying in the green grass when having stopped at the curve of a meander. I came over, hopeful by the possibility of Holmes finally resting peacefully for a change. I crouched beside him in the grass, which had become moist from the rain the previous evening. My hope was drained from me, however, when I saw his sweating frame; his entire being fidgeting as if from a sort of feverish terror. Alarmed, I managed to shake him from the grasp of this terror that plagued his unconscious mind.
He looked up me sheepishly and apologized for who-knows-what. Within the hour, we were once again on the road.
This happenstance unnerved me, for I had no idea how badly Moriarty's promise had affected my friend's sense of assurance and safety. Perhaps the Professor was an even more abominable man than I had originally thought.
I did not allow these thoughts to continue to unnerve me. At that very moment, I promised myself that I would not give up during this flight from Moriarty, for Holmes' sake. I would not stop until my friend and I were absolutely sure we were safe from the evil.