[Sherlock Holmes ACD] --- Game Over (JWP#18 2015)
Title: Game Over
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #18 The Games We Play. Involve a game of some sort in your story, whether it's a round of whist, an intense night of Cluedo, or a Pac-Man tournament.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Holmes, Watson
WordCount: 457
Summary: Simon says... Let's play a game
A/N: written in a huge rush, as I only have about half an hour left before the next prompt is posted ^_^" so to be truthful when I reached the end I could not even remember how I started the whole thing XD
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Simon says... Let's play a game
It has been weeks since that first message appeared within our rooms; weeks full of such messages and crimes.
There were attacks, thefts, even murders were Simon left such messages, giving different clues or orders for me to follow.
But the worst are the kidnappings of children - Simon has taken 9 children so far from all over London.
The son of a baker or the daughter of a lord; the social standing does not matter - even one of my Irregulars has been taken.
While I am horrified by these cruel acts, I must admit there is also a certain sense of adventure. I can feel the thrill of the hunt.
Watson knows it, recognizes the signs and I can see that he is disappointed in me. But my loyal Boswell does not say a word, he just follows me as he always does.
It is with giddy excitement that I open the latest message Mrs. Hudson just brought up and only minutes later Watson and I are racing through London.
The game will end soon, Simon and I both know it and I want to enjoy the last moments as much as I can.
All this stops when we reach the empty warehouse and right in the middle of the room is a small table. A gun lays on top of it, weighing down another paper.
"Holmes...," Watson murmurs, suprise and worry in his voice. "Is that not my weapon?"
And truely, as I step forward and take the gun into my hands, I easily recognize my friend's weapon as he already did from several meters away.
The last I knew that gun was in Watson's bedroom, as one of Simon's earlier orders were to leave the gun behind whenever Watson came along.
It is with dread that I take the message and open the paper and every excitement, every thrill, every joy leaves me.
Simon says... Kill the doctor or all the children will die
I stare at the message, at those cruel words and my mind runs through all scenarios, all choices, all possibilities, but it always comes back to this one thought: Watson dies.
Watson once described me as a machine, a brain without heart and I always considered that as truth. Until now, for while my brain knows the choice I should make - my heart screams for the choice I want.
"Holmes? What does it say?" I can hear Watson ask from behind me, his voice full of worry and trust and love.
I crumble the paper within my fist, hide it in my pocket and turn to look at Watson.
I made my choice and hold out his weapon for him to take.
"Game Over."
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #18 The Games We Play. Involve a game of some sort in your story, whether it's a round of whist, an intense night of Cluedo, or a Pac-Man tournament.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Holmes, Watson
WordCount: 457
Summary: Simon says... Let's play a game
A/N: written in a huge rush, as I only have about half an hour left before the next prompt is posted ^_^" so to be truthful when I reached the end I could not even remember how I started the whole thing XD
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Simon says... Let's play a game
It has been weeks since that first message appeared within our rooms; weeks full of such messages and crimes.
There were attacks, thefts, even murders were Simon left such messages, giving different clues or orders for me to follow.
But the worst are the kidnappings of children - Simon has taken 9 children so far from all over London.
The son of a baker or the daughter of a lord; the social standing does not matter - even one of my Irregulars has been taken.
While I am horrified by these cruel acts, I must admit there is also a certain sense of adventure. I can feel the thrill of the hunt.
Watson knows it, recognizes the signs and I can see that he is disappointed in me. But my loyal Boswell does not say a word, he just follows me as he always does.
It is with giddy excitement that I open the latest message Mrs. Hudson just brought up and only minutes later Watson and I are racing through London.
The game will end soon, Simon and I both know it and I want to enjoy the last moments as much as I can.
All this stops when we reach the empty warehouse and right in the middle of the room is a small table. A gun lays on top of it, weighing down another paper.
"Holmes...," Watson murmurs, suprise and worry in his voice. "Is that not my weapon?"
And truely, as I step forward and take the gun into my hands, I easily recognize my friend's weapon as he already did from several meters away.
The last I knew that gun was in Watson's bedroom, as one of Simon's earlier orders were to leave the gun behind whenever Watson came along.
It is with dread that I take the message and open the paper and every excitement, every thrill, every joy leaves me.
Simon says... Kill the doctor or all the children will die
I stare at the message, at those cruel words and my mind runs through all scenarios, all choices, all possibilities, but it always comes back to this one thought: Watson dies.
Watson once described me as a machine, a brain without heart and I always considered that as truth. Until now, for while my brain knows the choice I should make - my heart screams for the choice I want.
"Holmes? What does it say?" I can hear Watson ask from behind me, his voice full of worry and trust and love.
I crumble the paper within my fist, hide it in my pocket and turn to look at Watson.
I made my choice and hold out his weapon for him to take.
"Game Over."
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