****Authour's note: I do not own any of these people. I sorta own Shannon
Holmes, because she is slightly based on my but written more by my best
friend Michelle Smith. Go and read her thingies (stories).****
The Evil One
It was hard, even for me to comprehend, but Holmes did and in that terrible instant we both knew what was going to happen. There was a loud bang, the sound of a bullet hitting bone and then the thud of a body hitting the ground. I rushed to his side, pressing a handkerchief to the wound.
"It will be alright Holmes I promise," I said knowing that I was telling a lie.
"You have never broken a promise to me yet, why should you start now?" he asked drawing feeble breathes between every word.
"We mustn't loose hope dear fellow, there is always a chance that you might-"
"Watson please, I know that I am going to die," he smiled up at me. "You have always been a good friend. You once said of me that I was the best and wisest man you had ever known, I now say that of you. You have always stood by my side even though there was many a time I did not deserve it."
"Now, Holmes-"
"Please, just listen to me, thank you Watson, John, thank you for being my one and only true friend." His eyes closed, his breathing coming more and more shallow.
I propped him up and leaned his body against my chest, holding the blood soaked handkerchief tight to his chest and praying for his survival.
I do not know how long I sat there praying that he would live, hoping that someone would come along and be able to save him, but eventually I heard the sound of footsteps. Someone was running toward us. I tightened onto Holmes, causing him to issue a groan of pain. Hearing him make a sound was somewhat relieving to me. I knew then that he was still alive and that he was trying to live. I knew that he had already lived longer than most.
The footsteps stopped; "Hello?"
It was a woman; I almost called out to her but decided against it and waited in silence.
"Dr. Watson? Please answer me I am here to help you. You do not know who I am but I promise you that I can help Mr. Holmes."
Without thinking I replied, "over here. Follow the sound of my voice. If you can help please hurry he is nearly gone."
A few moments later, a woman appeared out of the fog, once she had spotted us she ran over.
"Oh! I am so glad that I found you." Kneeling down she gently laid her fingers on the side of Holmes's throat, taking his pulse.
"He is still alive," she said. "Barely. Please lay him down flat on his back."
"He needs to stay propped up," I answered in a somewhat superiour tone.
"I know that you are a doctour but I assure you I know what I am doing, please lay him down."
I looked at her dubiously and did as I was told. She leaned over him and kissed his forehead, murmuring words that I did not understand she placed her hands on top of the wound. Still murmuring she pressed down hard, and then slowly raised both of her hands up about an inch. I looked down and saw a bright red light coming out of Holmes' chest. I continued to watch to astonished to say anything. Then a bright white light shot out of her hands and rushed right into the red one.
It seemed as though the two lights were fighting each other. After what felt like a lifetime the white light pushed through the red one and slammed into Holmes's chest. His body jerked, then he lay still.
"What have you do to him?" I asked nervously, putting my hand up to his mouth to see if he was breathing.
"I have healed him."
I kept my hand poised over his mouth for a moment longer then quickly went to check his pulse. "No you haven't," I said sadly. "He's dead."
"What? Move." Saying that she pushed me out of the way and tilted Holmes's head back. She leaned over him, opening his mouth she bent her head down and breathed into him, then she pushed down on his chest several times. She repeated these actions for several minutes while I stared at her. Finally I could take it no longer:
"Stop!" I yelled. "He is dead and whatever it is that you are doing it is not helping him. Just leave him alone."
"No, I will not. I know that he is not supposed to die yet and I am going to keep trying until he comes back to life." Before I could respond she started again. She murmured something and I could not tell what it was. I was about to ask her what she had said when I heard coughing. I looked down and was amazed to see Holmes alive, coughing but, alive.
"Holmes!" I crawled over to him. "My god Holmes! Your alive!"
"Greetings Mr. Holmes, you will be very weak for several days and your ribs will hurt even longer. I think that one or two of them might be cracked. I tried my hardest but I could not help everything."
"Who- who are you?" he whispered.
"My name is.Shannon.Shannon Holmes - your great granddaughter. "
I know that I gave her a confused look and I think that Holmes did as well.
The Evil One
It was hard, even for me to comprehend, but Holmes did and in that terrible instant we both knew what was going to happen. There was a loud bang, the sound of a bullet hitting bone and then the thud of a body hitting the ground. I rushed to his side, pressing a handkerchief to the wound.
"It will be alright Holmes I promise," I said knowing that I was telling a lie.
"You have never broken a promise to me yet, why should you start now?" he asked drawing feeble breathes between every word.
"We mustn't loose hope dear fellow, there is always a chance that you might-"
"Watson please, I know that I am going to die," he smiled up at me. "You have always been a good friend. You once said of me that I was the best and wisest man you had ever known, I now say that of you. You have always stood by my side even though there was many a time I did not deserve it."
"Now, Holmes-"
"Please, just listen to me, thank you Watson, John, thank you for being my one and only true friend." His eyes closed, his breathing coming more and more shallow.
I propped him up and leaned his body against my chest, holding the blood soaked handkerchief tight to his chest and praying for his survival.
I do not know how long I sat there praying that he would live, hoping that someone would come along and be able to save him, but eventually I heard the sound of footsteps. Someone was running toward us. I tightened onto Holmes, causing him to issue a groan of pain. Hearing him make a sound was somewhat relieving to me. I knew then that he was still alive and that he was trying to live. I knew that he had already lived longer than most.
The footsteps stopped; "Hello?"
It was a woman; I almost called out to her but decided against it and waited in silence.
"Dr. Watson? Please answer me I am here to help you. You do not know who I am but I promise you that I can help Mr. Holmes."
Without thinking I replied, "over here. Follow the sound of my voice. If you can help please hurry he is nearly gone."
A few moments later, a woman appeared out of the fog, once she had spotted us she ran over.
"Oh! I am so glad that I found you." Kneeling down she gently laid her fingers on the side of Holmes's throat, taking his pulse.
"He is still alive," she said. "Barely. Please lay him down flat on his back."
"He needs to stay propped up," I answered in a somewhat superiour tone.
"I know that you are a doctour but I assure you I know what I am doing, please lay him down."
I looked at her dubiously and did as I was told. She leaned over him and kissed his forehead, murmuring words that I did not understand she placed her hands on top of the wound. Still murmuring she pressed down hard, and then slowly raised both of her hands up about an inch. I looked down and saw a bright red light coming out of Holmes' chest. I continued to watch to astonished to say anything. Then a bright white light shot out of her hands and rushed right into the red one.
It seemed as though the two lights were fighting each other. After what felt like a lifetime the white light pushed through the red one and slammed into Holmes's chest. His body jerked, then he lay still.
"What have you do to him?" I asked nervously, putting my hand up to his mouth to see if he was breathing.
"I have healed him."
I kept my hand poised over his mouth for a moment longer then quickly went to check his pulse. "No you haven't," I said sadly. "He's dead."
"What? Move." Saying that she pushed me out of the way and tilted Holmes's head back. She leaned over him, opening his mouth she bent her head down and breathed into him, then she pushed down on his chest several times. She repeated these actions for several minutes while I stared at her. Finally I could take it no longer:
"Stop!" I yelled. "He is dead and whatever it is that you are doing it is not helping him. Just leave him alone."
"No, I will not. I know that he is not supposed to die yet and I am going to keep trying until he comes back to life." Before I could respond she started again. She murmured something and I could not tell what it was. I was about to ask her what she had said when I heard coughing. I looked down and was amazed to see Holmes alive, coughing but, alive.
"Holmes!" I crawled over to him. "My god Holmes! Your alive!"
"Greetings Mr. Holmes, you will be very weak for several days and your ribs will hurt even longer. I think that one or two of them might be cracked. I tried my hardest but I could not help everything."
"Who- who are you?" he whispered.
"My name is.Shannon.Shannon Holmes - your great granddaughter. "
I know that I gave her a confused look and I think that Holmes did as well.