Shame on me! I've been away for so long that no one remembers me!
Don't shoot me if my writing style changes chap. a/ chap. - they were written w/ a good amount of time b/w so, it might be---weird. Also, I don't know yet, but this might cut off in a crappy place, but I'm just sick of looking at chap. 10, so I want to post as soon as possible.
Here's Chapter 10: ____________________________________________________________________________ __
I ran down the hallway and down the stairs, my tennis thankfully not making a sound. I got to the street and kept to the shadows so that a curious student wouldn't wonder and the tattle on me.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are, "I whispered into the darkness. Holmes walked out far enough so that only I (and not the kids on the third floor) could see him. He was hunched over and grabbing his side. "Lift it and let me see." He did so, and I THOUGHT I could see that his shirt was all torn up, but I couldn't really tell through all the blood. "Woah, better patch that up right away." He probably agreed, but he wasn't much for words tonight---
I brought him up through the back way - a BIT longer and only somewhat against the rules, but it provided the cover we needed to smuggle Holmes to the girls' dorm area. It would suck if he was caught on the girls' side and it would suck worse if they found out about his case. I personally couldn't give a rat's ass about his stupid little case. Holmes accepted my help, so I'd be a horrible person to give him away.
We got into my dorm room WITH MY OWN KEYS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. (My roomie was---Lord knows where that girl disappears off to. I haven't met her yet-- --) I threw a blanket on my SMALL couch. "Sit there." I ran off to the bathroom to grab my dusty old 1st aid kit. I have never actually used it and I hoped that the necessary stuff was inside. I grabbed a towel on my way out and sat myself next to Holmes.
"Lift your hand again." He was a total mess. There was some blood and some shirt going on, maybe some skin in there somewhere--- At this point, with all the blood, the shirt had blended with the skin, so that there was just a lot of dripping---material. "Off with the shirt - I can't see a thing."
"You just want to get me naked." Oh my God, when did he turn into such a loser?
I fixed him with the look. "Yeah, okay, you wanna look for yourself? I don't know what's skin and what's not." He took a peek, lost a little color, and took of his shirt like a good little boy. "Yeah, that's what I thought." I began cleaning the wound. "You're probably going to need stitches, but I'm going to steri-strip it until we can find something better." I babbled while I worked on him, giving him the play by play so he wouldn't have a nasty surprise. "This is going to sting a little---" He paled and laid his head back. "Woah buddy, stay with me here. Wouldn't want you passing out. How are you feeling?"
He talked through clenched teeth. "This is the most painful thing in the entire world."
"Pft, I doubt that. Dizzy?"
He groaned. "I think I broke a rib."
"I wouldn't be surprised. To tell you the truth, this is the biggest mess I've ever seen." He looked like he was about to pass out again, and the only to stop that would be for him to talk. "What'd you do to get this?"
"The case. I was following," he hesitated here, though I don't know why, "- --Someone, and he found me out."
"OO, bad luck. Who was it that you were following?"
"Satan."
"Oh Jesus, Holmes---"
"I'm serious." He winced as I hit another soft spot. "He is the root of all evil - the king of criminal activity."
"The Napoleon of Crime?"
"You could say that. I underestimated his power. He wields a fierce stick." His voice sounded pinched, "Ugh my ribs---"
I finished cleaning and stripping the cut up - It was like a foot long - and I wrapped it up with gauze and tape. Afterwards, I got him something to drink, handed it to him, and then slapped him clear across the face. Haha, way to kick a man when he's down. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do that."
He rubbed his jaw gingerly. "Speaking of underestimated strength---"
"Shut up, pansy!" I started pacing angrily. "There're some things you're gonna have to get straight, boy! Number one: NO INTERRUPTING ME WHEN I'M MAKING OUT!!" I pretty much tweaked at him. "Not that great of a plan! And number two:---I don't have a number two! I just have to keep on yelling at you though!!"
"You wouldn't be so mad if you knew Moriarty's dirty secrets."
Holmes hung his head. "I can't tell you."
I snorted. "Yeah, likely story."
"Seriously. I could mean danger for you and for me. It's one of those 'if I told you, I'd have to kill you' kinds of things. Plus, it just seemed--- not right to tell you."
A slow clapping came from the doorway. "Bravo, Sherlock." What the hell?! Where do these guys get these keys from?
Holmes rolled his head back onto the couch. "Haven't you had enough of this?"
Moriarty walked into the room, a long black trench coat tail fluttering in his wake. He was trying to hide a limp, and was doing an alright job of it, but I knew it wouldn't get past Holmes. Lot of good that observation will do him. What will he do - Glare Robbie into submission? "Robbie? Did you do this to him?"
He held up a finger. "One second, darling. I have some business, "he sneered, "---to attend to." Robbie turned to Holmes, a menacing grin on his face. "So good of you to drop by tonight, Sherlock. It's too bad that you weren't invited."
"I was SO hurt."
Robbie eyed him up. "I guess you were."
Holmes tried to look cool and shrug, but it came out more like a twitch. "No matter. With what I now know, you can be put behind bars, "he snapped, "---like that."
"That can be fixed." Robbie shrugged off his trench to reveal a tight, black muscle shirt that was torn in places and bloodied with his own, and probably Holmes', blood. (Looks like Holmes held his own against Robbie.) The shirt was tight enough to show all of Robbie's impressive (and sexy) muscles. "Let's finish this!"
Holmes stood up, hiding his extreme pain. "Okay. Lucilia, you may not want to watch this."
"Always the gentleman, eh? Come on, show me what you've got!"
I stepped between them before one of them could lunge on the other. "Don't do this, hun. He's hurt pretty badly."
"Why are you sticking up for him?! Come to think of it, why is he here?!"
"Because you maimed him, dumbass! I wasn't going to let him bleed his life away in the gutters."
"So let me finish him off!" He pushed against me in order to get to Holmes.
"Slow down, Killer! How much does it really matter? You could injure yourself further, and KILL him---"
"Yeah, so?"
"So?" He would actually KILL him? "So?!" And it wouldn't bother him at all? "SO YOU'RE AN ASS!" I pointed to the door. "GO HOME!"
He gathers up his trench, sneered, and as he walked out the door, said, "I'll get you."
I closed the door behind him. "'---and your little dog too!' Pft, lame ass." I turned toward Holmes. "You should probably stay here for the rest of the night, just to make it easier on you, and in case you, I dunno, start to die or something."
Holmes yawned. "Sounds like a plan." He eased himself onto the couch. "I could have taken him, you know."
"Sure, you could've."
"I would have knocked him senseless." He kicked off his shoes.
"I know, I know."
He laid his head down on a pillow. "I'm just saying this to make my look like less of a wimp."
"Yeah, pretty much. Hey, I'm going to the other room to grab a blanket for you. I'll be right back." I went, and by the time I came back, Holmes was already sound asleep. You know, everyone looks so sweet when they're asleep--- I covered him with the blanket and tip-toed to my room. Tomorrow will probably be an eventful day. Perhaps I'll meet my roomie!
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There we go! Ch. 10! I'm trying v. hard to get this bad boy finished--- Any suggestions (like on a new story, or about the roomie) belong in that nice little review box, or can be e-mailed to me.
Don't shoot me if my writing style changes chap. a/ chap. - they were written w/ a good amount of time b/w so, it might be---weird. Also, I don't know yet, but this might cut off in a crappy place, but I'm just sick of looking at chap. 10, so I want to post as soon as possible.
Here's Chapter 10: ____________________________________________________________________________ __
I ran down the hallway and down the stairs, my tennis thankfully not making a sound. I got to the street and kept to the shadows so that a curious student wouldn't wonder and the tattle on me.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are, "I whispered into the darkness. Holmes walked out far enough so that only I (and not the kids on the third floor) could see him. He was hunched over and grabbing his side. "Lift it and let me see." He did so, and I THOUGHT I could see that his shirt was all torn up, but I couldn't really tell through all the blood. "Woah, better patch that up right away." He probably agreed, but he wasn't much for words tonight---
I brought him up through the back way - a BIT longer and only somewhat against the rules, but it provided the cover we needed to smuggle Holmes to the girls' dorm area. It would suck if he was caught on the girls' side and it would suck worse if they found out about his case. I personally couldn't give a rat's ass about his stupid little case. Holmes accepted my help, so I'd be a horrible person to give him away.
We got into my dorm room WITH MY OWN KEYS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. (My roomie was---Lord knows where that girl disappears off to. I haven't met her yet-- --) I threw a blanket on my SMALL couch. "Sit there." I ran off to the bathroom to grab my dusty old 1st aid kit. I have never actually used it and I hoped that the necessary stuff was inside. I grabbed a towel on my way out and sat myself next to Holmes.
"Lift your hand again." He was a total mess. There was some blood and some shirt going on, maybe some skin in there somewhere--- At this point, with all the blood, the shirt had blended with the skin, so that there was just a lot of dripping---material. "Off with the shirt - I can't see a thing."
"You just want to get me naked." Oh my God, when did he turn into such a loser?
I fixed him with the look. "Yeah, okay, you wanna look for yourself? I don't know what's skin and what's not." He took a peek, lost a little color, and took of his shirt like a good little boy. "Yeah, that's what I thought." I began cleaning the wound. "You're probably going to need stitches, but I'm going to steri-strip it until we can find something better." I babbled while I worked on him, giving him the play by play so he wouldn't have a nasty surprise. "This is going to sting a little---" He paled and laid his head back. "Woah buddy, stay with me here. Wouldn't want you passing out. How are you feeling?"
He talked through clenched teeth. "This is the most painful thing in the entire world."
"Pft, I doubt that. Dizzy?"
He groaned. "I think I broke a rib."
"I wouldn't be surprised. To tell you the truth, this is the biggest mess I've ever seen." He looked like he was about to pass out again, and the only to stop that would be for him to talk. "What'd you do to get this?"
"The case. I was following," he hesitated here, though I don't know why, "- --Someone, and he found me out."
"OO, bad luck. Who was it that you were following?"
"Satan."
"Oh Jesus, Holmes---"
"I'm serious." He winced as I hit another soft spot. "He is the root of all evil - the king of criminal activity."
"The Napoleon of Crime?"
"You could say that. I underestimated his power. He wields a fierce stick." His voice sounded pinched, "Ugh my ribs---"
I finished cleaning and stripping the cut up - It was like a foot long - and I wrapped it up with gauze and tape. Afterwards, I got him something to drink, handed it to him, and then slapped him clear across the face. Haha, way to kick a man when he's down. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do that."
He rubbed his jaw gingerly. "Speaking of underestimated strength---"
"Shut up, pansy!" I started pacing angrily. "There're some things you're gonna have to get straight, boy! Number one: NO INTERRUPTING ME WHEN I'M MAKING OUT!!" I pretty much tweaked at him. "Not that great of a plan! And number two:---I don't have a number two! I just have to keep on yelling at you though!!"
"You wouldn't be so mad if you knew Moriarty's dirty secrets."
Holmes hung his head. "I can't tell you."
I snorted. "Yeah, likely story."
"Seriously. I could mean danger for you and for me. It's one of those 'if I told you, I'd have to kill you' kinds of things. Plus, it just seemed--- not right to tell you."
A slow clapping came from the doorway. "Bravo, Sherlock." What the hell?! Where do these guys get these keys from?
Holmes rolled his head back onto the couch. "Haven't you had enough of this?"
Moriarty walked into the room, a long black trench coat tail fluttering in his wake. He was trying to hide a limp, and was doing an alright job of it, but I knew it wouldn't get past Holmes. Lot of good that observation will do him. What will he do - Glare Robbie into submission? "Robbie? Did you do this to him?"
He held up a finger. "One second, darling. I have some business, "he sneered, "---to attend to." Robbie turned to Holmes, a menacing grin on his face. "So good of you to drop by tonight, Sherlock. It's too bad that you weren't invited."
"I was SO hurt."
Robbie eyed him up. "I guess you were."
Holmes tried to look cool and shrug, but it came out more like a twitch. "No matter. With what I now know, you can be put behind bars, "he snapped, "---like that."
"That can be fixed." Robbie shrugged off his trench to reveal a tight, black muscle shirt that was torn in places and bloodied with his own, and probably Holmes', blood. (Looks like Holmes held his own against Robbie.) The shirt was tight enough to show all of Robbie's impressive (and sexy) muscles. "Let's finish this!"
Holmes stood up, hiding his extreme pain. "Okay. Lucilia, you may not want to watch this."
"Always the gentleman, eh? Come on, show me what you've got!"
I stepped between them before one of them could lunge on the other. "Don't do this, hun. He's hurt pretty badly."
"Why are you sticking up for him?! Come to think of it, why is he here?!"
"Because you maimed him, dumbass! I wasn't going to let him bleed his life away in the gutters."
"So let me finish him off!" He pushed against me in order to get to Holmes.
"Slow down, Killer! How much does it really matter? You could injure yourself further, and KILL him---"
"Yeah, so?"
"So?" He would actually KILL him? "So?!" And it wouldn't bother him at all? "SO YOU'RE AN ASS!" I pointed to the door. "GO HOME!"
He gathers up his trench, sneered, and as he walked out the door, said, "I'll get you."
I closed the door behind him. "'---and your little dog too!' Pft, lame ass." I turned toward Holmes. "You should probably stay here for the rest of the night, just to make it easier on you, and in case you, I dunno, start to die or something."
Holmes yawned. "Sounds like a plan." He eased himself onto the couch. "I could have taken him, you know."
"Sure, you could've."
"I would have knocked him senseless." He kicked off his shoes.
"I know, I know."
He laid his head down on a pillow. "I'm just saying this to make my look like less of a wimp."
"Yeah, pretty much. Hey, I'm going to the other room to grab a blanket for you. I'll be right back." I went, and by the time I came back, Holmes was already sound asleep. You know, everyone looks so sweet when they're asleep--- I covered him with the blanket and tip-toed to my room. Tomorrow will probably be an eventful day. Perhaps I'll meet my roomie!
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There we go! Ch. 10! I'm trying v. hard to get this bad boy finished--- Any suggestions (like on a new story, or about the roomie) belong in that nice little review box, or can be e-mailed to me.