Author's Note: Hello everyone, and Merry Christmas to all of you. I am sorry that I have not posted anything for a while…okay, I confess it's been a long while, but I have an excuse! I've been busy, I've been having writers block, and I have a secret! I have also been writing a SH fanfiction in between my busy life, writers block, and procrastination!
Plus I'm posting a new story before I've even posted the second chapter to "The Point of No Return"…again. By the way this fic isn't the SH fic that I was referring to, just in case ya'll was wonderin'. No, I actually sat down to write a little in that SH fic that I mentioned above when I was clobbered over the head by a cute, cuddly, flufferly, loverly plot bunny…so yeah…
Well anyway, I finished this piece at about one 'o' clock in the morning and I'm typing it now. It's the same day, just at a more respectable time, so I haven't procrastinated too much on this one, mwahahahahahahahahahahaa-ha.
…Oh dear, I've just re-read this note, I apologize for my… random randomness. You know what, I think I'll just go and hide under that rock over yonder, and let you good and kind folk get on with the story, umm yeah.
Once again, Merry Christmas, and remember reviews are appreciated and loved, foul language is not. And with these parting words I bid you good reading.
Terror
Holmes eyed his enemy, never letting his guard down. Holmes enemy glared menacingly in return. Holmes shifted to the right, his opponent's wicked eyes followed him, he moved to the left, and the unwavering gaze seemed closer.
A cold sweat broke out on Sherlock Holmes' neck and palms, he was terrified. (Though he would never admit it to anyone.) Holmes moved back as far as he could without his enemy noticing. He couldn't afford to break eye contact with the villain, for the moment that he did his enemy would strike.
Holmes could see no way out of this alive…unless, unless he ran. Logically, he had no other choice, but his pride refused to back down and run. It was a hard battle, but in the end the necessity to survive the ordeal outweighed his pride, and logic won out in the end.
Still eying his fearsome enemy Holmes tensed, preparing to spring towards the door and out,before the villain could attack. Just as he was about to make his dash out of danger and away to safety, a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks, and Sherlock Holmes' blood ran cold.
"Holmes, stop acting like a child and eat the blasted fruitcake!"
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Sooo, what do ya think? Was it good, was it bad? Leave a review and tell me what you think, also I at least hope this put a smile on your face and laughter in your heart, it sure did for me.
Merry Christmas, and May God bless you all,
Anony9.