Day Eleven
So here goes, it's been a long time since I've written a story like this on here. Yesterday morning, for whatever reason I wanted to walk partway to work, so I was walking along with my morning coffee, trying to wake up when I had the scare of my life. Okay, so it wasn't the scare of my life, which in itself is worrying, but it was a frightening situation. This tall man was walking down the sidewalk towards me, he tripped and bumped into me, and thank God he did!
A split second after I stumbled a bullet hit where my head would have been. The sound of the bullet hitting the wall, followed shortly after by two more was enough to get people around me running for their lives, including the man who ran into me. In fact, he was in such a hurry to get out of there that he inadvertently saved my life by shoving me into an alley as he ran away. So I was hiding behind this wall, trying to phone Lestrade, when this van comes into view. I didn't like the look of it so I started running even before the driver started yelling and the passenger pulled out a gun.
The only thing that saved me this time was a convenient corner that I ran around and into the space between some bins and the wall. The passenger had already shot me in the arm, so I figured that hiding was probably a good option considering there were obviously a lot of them and they had transport. By some miracle they didn't find me, but it took Lestrade a while to do the same thing.
I wonder if it's a coincidence that yesterday was the same day that a brand new horde of graffiti covered London, all saying IOU. I know for a fact that a little while back London suddenly became home to a flock of assassins and criminals due to the presence of Moriarty in Baker Street. Perhaps it is related.
I would like to reassure everyone that I was not badly injured. My arm will be fine after a week or two.
God, rereading this it reminds me so much of our old adventures. I can't count the number of times we faced mortal peril together. We looked out for each other, and no matter what he would say, he cared. Turns out, the only person that can kill Sherlock Holmes is… well, you know. Me? I want to die an old man in my sleep.
Comments:
I can't believe that actually happened!-Stanford
He didn't even need a shock blanket! He let the medics sew up his arm and he was fine!-Lestrade
Wow, you are one lucky man! – I 3 deerstalkers
It is highly doubtful, with your love of danger, that you will live to be an old man, in bed. I hope, however, that you will.
Thanks? – JW
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