Unhappy Endings (Part 4)
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
A/N: Hello again everyone. I do realize that it's been a LONG time since I've worked on this story *cough Four months cough* so I decided to work on it. I am afraid that this chapter will be my final one. I am sorry, but I must get SOME of the stories finished so I can work on others I started. Consider this "the final unhappy ending" of Sherlock Holmes. Enjoy!
To my reviewers:
Adelaide Holmes: Thank you.
Brink: *Takes a bow* Merci. I'm glad you like it!
Nooka: Sorry about the long wait! Actually, Brink asked me to do "Dying Detective. I wish I could read minds, it would be a heck of a lot easier ^_^; Thank you
Frankie McStein: Thank-you. No, you don't' have to beg! lol.
Unhappy Endings Chapter 4: The Copper Beeches
The group of people that surrounded my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes looked on in horror at the sight of Mr. Ruecastle, the man who had hired our recent client Ms. Violet Hunter. He lay on the ground pale; his throat gashed open and spurting crimson blood. I knelt down to examine the man, and saw that a vital artery brutally severed.
I rose again and shook my head. "The poor man's dead." I said quietly. Toller looked up gravely, and when my eyes averted from the dead man on the soil, I saw Ms. Alice Ruecastle, as well as Ms. Violet Hunter, running up to meet the group of us. At first, the servant tried to persuade the women to return to the manor, but Alice persisted.
"Why do you keep me away? I wish to see my father!" she cried. Despite Toller's effort to keep Alice Ruecastle away, she peered around his arm and saw the figure of her father.
"PAPA!" she exclaimed, breaking away from the butler and falling to the earth where her fallen parent lay. She began to sob hysterically. "Is there nothing you can do for him?" she asked in almost a whisper. I could do nothing but shake my head.
"Oh, papa! Papa!" she cried again hysterical. Toller gently placed his hands on his shoulder.
"Come now, miss. Come away from this gruesome site. You are really not well enough to remain," the man said consolingly, helping her to her feet. Ms. Hunter supported her, and led her away from the scene.
"Well," said Holmes in a monotone, "this is indeed quiet an unkind end to our mystery Watson, "I think it is time that we found the strands of it and try to make them meet."
"I believe my wife could tell you," Toller said.
"Then, we shall met her then," came Holmes' reply. The butler removed his coat, and covered his former master with it.
Later, Mrs. Toller explained that Alice had been gravely ill with brain fever, caused by Mr. Ruecastle. He tried to pressure his daughter to sign over the will so that he could use her money. She had gotten well, though was never quite herself again. When Alice met a young man, her father tried to keep her from the man who she loved. He did this by hiring Ms. Hunter, and by making her look like Alice Ruecastle, and try to give Mr. Fowler, (The name of Alice's beloved) "the cold shoulder," and thus get him to stop loving her. The plan of Mr. Ruecastle however did not go as he wished. He turned the dog loose on us, and Mr. Fowler, to force us to flee. However, this turned deadly as the animal, which had not been fed, turned against his master and attacked him.
Holmes and I escorted Ms. Hunter back to her home in Winchester, and then returned to Baker Street. Two mornings later, as I read the paper, I found a small article that read as followed, to Holmes.
" Double Tragedy for Grieving Daughter" (It read) "Ms. Alice Ruecastle, the daughter and heiress to Jehpro Ruecatsle was committed to an asylum for the insane shortly after ten o' clock am yesterday morning, after the death of her father, who was mauled to death by a large dog. The young woman had recently been very ill with brain fever and was locked in a room. "Her father," said Mrs. Toller, a servant of Mr. Ruecastle kept her from seeing her lover, Mr. Alexander Fowler. He did this to such a point that he hired a woman and ordered her to cut her hair short to look like Alice."
It is speculated that Mr. Ruecastle set the dogs on intruders, but the starved animal turned against its master and attacked. Further tragedy has struck Ms. Ruecastle; shortly after nine o'clock p.m. Alexander Fowler was found dead in his rooms on Hugo Street, which was later confirmed to be suicide. Though it has not been announced to the woman in her present state, Miss Ruecastle has much to grieve."
Holmes stood up, placed his pipe in his mouth and lit it. Going to the window overlooking Baker Street, he said in a stony voice, "This is truly a sorrowful end to a case, Watson. We live in a world of unhappy endings"
The End
~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~ To my readers: Thank you for reading my little "Unhappy Endings" series I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I did writing them. Please don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you thought of this last story. Thank you and so long Sherlockians and Holmesians!
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
A/N: Hello again everyone. I do realize that it's been a LONG time since I've worked on this story *cough Four months cough* so I decided to work on it. I am afraid that this chapter will be my final one. I am sorry, but I must get SOME of the stories finished so I can work on others I started. Consider this "the final unhappy ending" of Sherlock Holmes. Enjoy!
To my reviewers:
Adelaide Holmes: Thank you.
Brink: *Takes a bow* Merci. I'm glad you like it!
Nooka: Sorry about the long wait! Actually, Brink asked me to do "Dying Detective. I wish I could read minds, it would be a heck of a lot easier ^_^; Thank you
Frankie McStein: Thank-you. No, you don't' have to beg! lol.
Unhappy Endings Chapter 4: The Copper Beeches
The group of people that surrounded my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes looked on in horror at the sight of Mr. Ruecastle, the man who had hired our recent client Ms. Violet Hunter. He lay on the ground pale; his throat gashed open and spurting crimson blood. I knelt down to examine the man, and saw that a vital artery brutally severed.
I rose again and shook my head. "The poor man's dead." I said quietly. Toller looked up gravely, and when my eyes averted from the dead man on the soil, I saw Ms. Alice Ruecastle, as well as Ms. Violet Hunter, running up to meet the group of us. At first, the servant tried to persuade the women to return to the manor, but Alice persisted.
"Why do you keep me away? I wish to see my father!" she cried. Despite Toller's effort to keep Alice Ruecastle away, she peered around his arm and saw the figure of her father.
"PAPA!" she exclaimed, breaking away from the butler and falling to the earth where her fallen parent lay. She began to sob hysterically. "Is there nothing you can do for him?" she asked in almost a whisper. I could do nothing but shake my head.
"Oh, papa! Papa!" she cried again hysterical. Toller gently placed his hands on his shoulder.
"Come now, miss. Come away from this gruesome site. You are really not well enough to remain," the man said consolingly, helping her to her feet. Ms. Hunter supported her, and led her away from the scene.
"Well," said Holmes in a monotone, "this is indeed quiet an unkind end to our mystery Watson, "I think it is time that we found the strands of it and try to make them meet."
"I believe my wife could tell you," Toller said.
"Then, we shall met her then," came Holmes' reply. The butler removed his coat, and covered his former master with it.
Later, Mrs. Toller explained that Alice had been gravely ill with brain fever, caused by Mr. Ruecastle. He tried to pressure his daughter to sign over the will so that he could use her money. She had gotten well, though was never quite herself again. When Alice met a young man, her father tried to keep her from the man who she loved. He did this by hiring Ms. Hunter, and by making her look like Alice Ruecastle, and try to give Mr. Fowler, (The name of Alice's beloved) "the cold shoulder," and thus get him to stop loving her. The plan of Mr. Ruecastle however did not go as he wished. He turned the dog loose on us, and Mr. Fowler, to force us to flee. However, this turned deadly as the animal, which had not been fed, turned against his master and attacked him.
Holmes and I escorted Ms. Hunter back to her home in Winchester, and then returned to Baker Street. Two mornings later, as I read the paper, I found a small article that read as followed, to Holmes.
" Double Tragedy for Grieving Daughter" (It read) "Ms. Alice Ruecastle, the daughter and heiress to Jehpro Ruecatsle was committed to an asylum for the insane shortly after ten o' clock am yesterday morning, after the death of her father, who was mauled to death by a large dog. The young woman had recently been very ill with brain fever and was locked in a room. "Her father," said Mrs. Toller, a servant of Mr. Ruecastle kept her from seeing her lover, Mr. Alexander Fowler. He did this to such a point that he hired a woman and ordered her to cut her hair short to look like Alice."
It is speculated that Mr. Ruecastle set the dogs on intruders, but the starved animal turned against its master and attacked. Further tragedy has struck Ms. Ruecastle; shortly after nine o'clock p.m. Alexander Fowler was found dead in his rooms on Hugo Street, which was later confirmed to be suicide. Though it has not been announced to the woman in her present state, Miss Ruecastle has much to grieve."
Holmes stood up, placed his pipe in his mouth and lit it. Going to the window overlooking Baker Street, he said in a stony voice, "This is truly a sorrowful end to a case, Watson. We live in a world of unhappy endings"
The End
~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~ To my readers: Thank you for reading my little "Unhappy Endings" series I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I did writing them. Please don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you thought of this last story. Thank you and so long Sherlockians and Holmesians!