[Sherlock Holmes ACD] A Man's Sorrow
Title: A Man's Sorrow
Prompt: Gen Prompt Bingo - Original characters
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Holmes, Watson, OC
WordCount: 427
Summary: He believes that nothing will keep him from his revenge.
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While he knocks with one hand on the door, the other is hidden in his pocket tightly gripping the knife.
His heart beats wildly, but his voice is steady as he greets the landlady and he takes the steps without hesitation.
Nothing will keep him from his revenge.
As he reaches the first floor the door to the living room opens and a man he does not know looks at him with grey eyes. It must be the other tenant, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. "Evening," Holmes greets simply, watching him intently. "What do you want?"
"I am here to speak with the doctor," says the man and Holmes dips his head slightly, before taking a step to the side in invitation. The man takes a single step into the living room and stops at the sight. The man he came for, the man he hates, lies limp in a chair in front of the fire with a blanket around his legs.
His face is pale and even in sleep a frown twists his lips.
"He had a hard day," Holmes says lowly from his side, his own eyes resting on the sleeping doctor. "A horrible day indeed. There was nothing he could do for the woman and her newborn, even though he tried for hours to save their lifes."
Holmes looks at the man from the corner of his eye. "Every loss pains him, but this hurts him so much more. He knows from personal experience what it means to loose your wife and child in such a cruel manner."
Coldness grip the man's heart and he loosenes his hold on the knife a bit. "He lost...?"
"Yes," is Holmes simple answer and the man slumps, his haunted eyes filling with tears.
"Shall I wake him if you need to speak with him?" Holmes asks a few moments later, but he man shakes his head and takes a step back out of the room. "No, I do not need him anymore."
Holmes looks at him for a long moment, but then nods and pulls the door close without another word. The man hesitates a moment, then pulls the knife from his pocket and lays it down on a small table in the hallway before turning around and leaving the house without looking back.
The next morning Watson sees the knife and picks it up in bemusement. Asking Holmes about it, Holmes takes the knife with a shrug and the simple words "It is just a man's sorrow, Watson" before placing the knife among the others on their fireplace.
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Prompt: Gen Prompt Bingo - Original characters
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Holmes, Watson, OC
WordCount: 427
Summary: He believes that nothing will keep him from his revenge.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
While he knocks with one hand on the door, the other is hidden in his pocket tightly gripping the knife.
His heart beats wildly, but his voice is steady as he greets the landlady and he takes the steps without hesitation.
Nothing will keep him from his revenge.
As he reaches the first floor the door to the living room opens and a man he does not know looks at him with grey eyes. It must be the other tenant, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. "Evening," Holmes greets simply, watching him intently. "What do you want?"
"I am here to speak with the doctor," says the man and Holmes dips his head slightly, before taking a step to the side in invitation. The man takes a single step into the living room and stops at the sight. The man he came for, the man he hates, lies limp in a chair in front of the fire with a blanket around his legs.
His face is pale and even in sleep a frown twists his lips.
"He had a hard day," Holmes says lowly from his side, his own eyes resting on the sleeping doctor. "A horrible day indeed. There was nothing he could do for the woman and her newborn, even though he tried for hours to save their lifes."
Holmes looks at the man from the corner of his eye. "Every loss pains him, but this hurts him so much more. He knows from personal experience what it means to loose your wife and child in such a cruel manner."
Coldness grip the man's heart and he loosenes his hold on the knife a bit. "He lost...?"
"Yes," is Holmes simple answer and the man slumps, his haunted eyes filling with tears.
"Shall I wake him if you need to speak with him?" Holmes asks a few moments later, but he man shakes his head and takes a step back out of the room. "No, I do not need him anymore."
Holmes looks at him for a long moment, but then nods and pulls the door close without another word. The man hesitates a moment, then pulls the knife from his pocket and lays it down on a small table in the hallway before turning around and leaving the house without looking back.
The next morning Watson sees the knife and picks it up in bemusement. Asking Holmes about it, Holmes takes the knife with a shrug and the simple words "It is just a man's sorrow, Watson" before placing the knife among the others on their fireplace.
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