'Unhappy Ending'
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
Hello Everyone. FANFIC.NET DELETED MY STORY!! ;-; AHHHH!!!!!! ALL MY REVIEW ARE GONE!! So I had to fix it and now I'm reposting it. BTW I also fixed all the errors that I had before; it should all be corrected now. Thanks to all who pointed it out and to those who reviewed THE FIRST TIME.
Summary: What if the stories that we know came out different than we know?
Disclaimer: The Characters of this story, as well as the story it is based on do not belong to me. They are the property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. No money is being made from it.
Unhappy Endings (The Speckled Band)
"Do you see it Watson? Do you see it?" Came the voice of my friend Sherlock Holmes.
I held the candle close to see what lay at the end of the dogleash.
"It's a Swamp Addler, one of the most venomous snakes in India,"exclaimed my friend Sherlock Holmes.
Lifting the leash carefully, Holmes was about to toss it into the open safe, when the creature lashed out. I heard a cry, and so startled was I by it, that I dropped the candle holder, which clanked to the floor and extinguished itself.
"Holmes? HOLMES?!" I yelled
"Here Waton." came the shaky relpy of my friend. I quickly lit one of the gas lamps in the room, which illuminated it slightly, and then turned back to face Holmes. His usually gaunt face was etched with pain as he cradled his left arm with his right. I rushed to his side.
"Holmes! Don't move!" I looked at the wound. Two small puncture marks had made holes in my friend's jacket, just above the wrist. Sadly I concluded that he was not long for this world.
"I'll go fetch my medical kit. You'll be alright Holmes." I said sternly getting up and turned to the door again, but Holmes's hand caught my sleeve.
"Ms. Stoner- her sister's death; the posion killed her within minutes. No, my friend, there is nothing that can save me now," he whispered. His breathing was labored now.
"I want-you-too know," he murmmered in a small voice, "that-it-was-an- honour-to-have-you-as-a-companion-and, " he tried to catch a breath, and continued "and-a-collague."
I smiled, but tears soon ran down my cheeks. "Thank you Holmes."
"I-have-a-brother-named-Mycroft."
"Yes Holmes?"
"Please-tell him-that-I-love-him." He gasped
"Of course." I replied
My friend half smiled. Then, his head fell into my lap, and he let out a ragged breath as he closed his eyes for the final time.
THE END.......... (MUHAHAHAHA!! ^-^)
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
Hello Everyone. FANFIC.NET DELETED MY STORY!! ;-; AHHHH!!!!!! ALL MY REVIEW ARE GONE!! So I had to fix it and now I'm reposting it. BTW I also fixed all the errors that I had before; it should all be corrected now. Thanks to all who pointed it out and to those who reviewed THE FIRST TIME.
Summary: What if the stories that we know came out different than we know?
Disclaimer: The Characters of this story, as well as the story it is based on do not belong to me. They are the property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. No money is being made from it.
Unhappy Endings (The Speckled Band)
"Do you see it Watson? Do you see it?" Came the voice of my friend Sherlock Holmes.
I held the candle close to see what lay at the end of the dogleash.
"It's a Swamp Addler, one of the most venomous snakes in India,"exclaimed my friend Sherlock Holmes.
Lifting the leash carefully, Holmes was about to toss it into the open safe, when the creature lashed out. I heard a cry, and so startled was I by it, that I dropped the candle holder, which clanked to the floor and extinguished itself.
"Holmes? HOLMES?!" I yelled
"Here Waton." came the shaky relpy of my friend. I quickly lit one of the gas lamps in the room, which illuminated it slightly, and then turned back to face Holmes. His usually gaunt face was etched with pain as he cradled his left arm with his right. I rushed to his side.
"Holmes! Don't move!" I looked at the wound. Two small puncture marks had made holes in my friend's jacket, just above the wrist. Sadly I concluded that he was not long for this world.
"I'll go fetch my medical kit. You'll be alright Holmes." I said sternly getting up and turned to the door again, but Holmes's hand caught my sleeve.
"Ms. Stoner- her sister's death; the posion killed her within minutes. No, my friend, there is nothing that can save me now," he whispered. His breathing was labored now.
"I want-you-too know," he murmmered in a small voice, "that-it-was-an- honour-to-have-you-as-a-companion-and, " he tried to catch a breath, and continued "and-a-collague."
I smiled, but tears soon ran down my cheeks. "Thank you Holmes."
"I-have-a-brother-named-Mycroft."
"Yes Holmes?"
"Please-tell him-that-I-love-him." He gasped
"Of course." I replied
My friend half smiled. Then, his head fell into my lap, and he let out a ragged breath as he closed his eyes for the final time.
THE END.......... (MUHAHAHAHA!! ^-^)