Blood Revenge
Title: Blood Revenge
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Watson, Holmes (mentioned&remembered); bad men
Summary: Watson gets to know the reason why he was kidnapped. (July Prompt 16)
WordCount: 700
Prompt: July 16 ~~~ The Dutch steamship Friesland
Author's Note: Meh, not happy with this one. ._. Even though I now have a reason for the kidnapping, I really do not like how the story turned out. Somehow it does not sit right with me... And as you'll notice I am still kinda caught in the flashback style from yesterday, but that's really one of the best solutions for me if I have to include a special case/scene. ^^"
This takes place after Nightly Companion.
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“You do not know me,“ the man says with a slight grin and Watson refuses to answer.
He sits on a chair in some kind of living room; two men behind him pointing guns at him and his host stands in front of him. It is the third day since his kidnapping and this is the first time that he was brought out of the attic to meet this man.
Watson does not know him, even though he does look familiar…
“Are you not curious as to why you are here, Doctor?” the man asks and chuckles when Watson remains silent.
“Such stubborn pride. As an author I am sure you are fond of stories, so let me tell you one.” The man walks to the fireplace and looks into the flames.
“There was an evil man who deceived other people to steal their money and one of his victims was a young man. This young man wanted to marry a nice girl, but because of the evil man he lost everything and in the end lost the girl, too.
He wanted to take revenge on the evil man, so made a plan and waited for the right moment to carry it through. This moment had come when they were upon a steamship; a steamship called FRIESLAND.”
“He deserved it! He took everything from me! It was his own fault!” The young man cried with a hoarse voice and crazed eyes. But his hands were steady around Watson’s neck, pressing down and taking his breath away.
Watson looks up shocked and stares at the man’s back. The man turns around and now Watson realizes why this man seems so familiar.
“I can see that you remember this young man, Doctor. The young man was able to murder the evil man, but he was caught by a freshly resurrected sleuth and his companion.”
Watson lowers his eyes, the memories of those days still vivid in his mind. It was one of their first cases after Holmes’ resurrection and it was also one of their most dangerous ones.
He could not breathe and shadows started to creep into his vision. His own hands started to loosen their hold on his attacker’s arms and just as he was about to slip into unconsciousness he heard the voice which he once thought to never hear again.
“Watson!”
“I am sure you remember what happened with this young man.”
Watson jumps slightly as the other man now stands directly in front of him and looks down upon him. “You do remember how he died.”
The fire was all around them and Watson could feel how the flames drew nearer to him on the floor. He coughed harshly and watched the two shadows fighting between the flames.
It seemed like an eternity, but in reality it only took moments until one shadow was able to push the other into the fire.
Terrible and painful screams filled the air and Watson shuddered. The other shadow walked towards him and the darkness fell away to reveal the face of his friend.
“Watson?”
The man reaches with one hand forward to caress Watson’s cheek, but he pulls away in disgust.
The hand wanders to his hair instead and grips it painfully. He pulls Watson’s head back and looks deeply into his eyes; his face distorted with hatred and anger.
“Your friend murdered him, Doctor. Sherlock Holmes killed my brother and I will get my revenge for it.
I will take what he took from me. I will burn his brother as he did mine.”
“You will not be able to reach his brother,” Watson says lowly and is surprised to see the same crazed look in the eyes of his captor as he did back on the FRIESLAND in the eyes of the brother.
“I already did.”
“Holmes, go…,” Watson whispered weakly as he kneeled on the ground. They were surrounded by fire and Watson had no strength left to stand up.
“Never,” Holmes swore fervently, his eyes locked with Watson’s. “I left you once; I will never do so again.”
And for the first time since his kidnapping Watson feels a small glimmer of fear for his friend.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Watson, Holmes (mentioned&remembered); bad men
Summary: Watson gets to know the reason why he was kidnapped. (July Prompt 16)
WordCount: 700
Prompt: July 16 ~~~ The Dutch steamship Friesland
Author's Note: Meh, not happy with this one. ._. Even though I now have a reason for the kidnapping, I really do not like how the story turned out. Somehow it does not sit right with me... And as you'll notice I am still kinda caught in the flashback style from yesterday, but that's really one of the best solutions for me if I have to include a special case/scene. ^^"
This takes place after Nightly Companion.
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“You do not know me,“ the man says with a slight grin and Watson refuses to answer.
He sits on a chair in some kind of living room; two men behind him pointing guns at him and his host stands in front of him. It is the third day since his kidnapping and this is the first time that he was brought out of the attic to meet this man.
Watson does not know him, even though he does look familiar…
“Are you not curious as to why you are here, Doctor?” the man asks and chuckles when Watson remains silent.
“Such stubborn pride. As an author I am sure you are fond of stories, so let me tell you one.” The man walks to the fireplace and looks into the flames.
“There was an evil man who deceived other people to steal their money and one of his victims was a young man. This young man wanted to marry a nice girl, but because of the evil man he lost everything and in the end lost the girl, too.
He wanted to take revenge on the evil man, so made a plan and waited for the right moment to carry it through. This moment had come when they were upon a steamship; a steamship called FRIESLAND.”
“He deserved it! He took everything from me! It was his own fault!” The young man cried with a hoarse voice and crazed eyes. But his hands were steady around Watson’s neck, pressing down and taking his breath away.
Watson looks up shocked and stares at the man’s back. The man turns around and now Watson realizes why this man seems so familiar.
“I can see that you remember this young man, Doctor. The young man was able to murder the evil man, but he was caught by a freshly resurrected sleuth and his companion.”
Watson lowers his eyes, the memories of those days still vivid in his mind. It was one of their first cases after Holmes’ resurrection and it was also one of their most dangerous ones.
He could not breathe and shadows started to creep into his vision. His own hands started to loosen their hold on his attacker’s arms and just as he was about to slip into unconsciousness he heard the voice which he once thought to never hear again.
“Watson!”
“I am sure you remember what happened with this young man.”
Watson jumps slightly as the other man now stands directly in front of him and looks down upon him. “You do remember how he died.”
The fire was all around them and Watson could feel how the flames drew nearer to him on the floor. He coughed harshly and watched the two shadows fighting between the flames.
It seemed like an eternity, but in reality it only took moments until one shadow was able to push the other into the fire.
Terrible and painful screams filled the air and Watson shuddered. The other shadow walked towards him and the darkness fell away to reveal the face of his friend.
“Watson?”
The man reaches with one hand forward to caress Watson’s cheek, but he pulls away in disgust.
The hand wanders to his hair instead and grips it painfully. He pulls Watson’s head back and looks deeply into his eyes; his face distorted with hatred and anger.
“Your friend murdered him, Doctor. Sherlock Holmes killed my brother and I will get my revenge for it.
I will take what he took from me. I will burn his brother as he did mine.”
“You will not be able to reach his brother,” Watson says lowly and is surprised to see the same crazed look in the eyes of his captor as he did back on the FRIESLAND in the eyes of the brother.
“I already did.”
“Holmes, go…,” Watson whispered weakly as he kneeled on the ground. They were surrounded by fire and Watson had no strength left to stand up.
“Never,” Holmes swore fervently, his eyes locked with Watson’s. “I left you once; I will never do so again.”
And for the first time since his kidnapping Watson feels a small glimmer of fear for his friend.