Michael Holmes: Secret Son of Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 20: Preparations

John and Mary were sitting on the floor, arranging their wedding invitations. Sherlock wanted to take his mind of the fact that Moriarty might be returning from the dead, and tagged along. It has been a long time since the three of them get to sit down and do something together, and Sherlock quite enjoyed this short period of time they get to spend together.

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~Dr John Hamish WATSON & Miss Mary Elizabeth MORSTAN~

Request the pleasant of your company

at their marriage

at

St. Mary's Church, Sutton Mallet

on

Saturday 18th May

at 12 o'clock

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(Invitation to John and Mary's wedding)

"What do you think?" Mary giggled, showing the invitation cards to Sherlock and John.

"Plain and dull. Why on Earth, out of the 30 designs you could've picked, you chose the most boring one?" Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"I showed you the other 29 designs earlier and you disagreed with all of them too!" Mary said. She was used to Sherlock's behavior.

"Really?" Sherlock mumbled. He didn't remember any of it, probably deleted it from his Mind Palace.

"Do we really have to add my middle name in the invitation though?" John frowned. He hated his middle name 'Hamish'.

"YES!!" Sherlock and Mary replied him in the same time, grinning. The army doctor sighed in defeat. Just then, the door clicked open and Michael walked into the room. "I got the groceries you asked for." He put the recycle bag on the ground and went towards them.

"Ah, Michael!" Mary smiled at the boy. She loves the boy's warm personality, and she was happy to make him the page boy. She just heard the news of his friend's death and wasn't sure if he was still coming to wedding or not. "Umm... Michael, are you attending the wedding? Since, you know..."

They stared at the boy, waiting for an answer. They'd understand if he wasn't in the mood to come. "Of course I'm coming." Michael looked at them. Even though Michael wasn't as brilliant of a genius as his father, but he could tell that their faces were full of concern. "Look, I'm fine! I will come to the wedding."

The three of them stared at each other for a while but eventually nodded.

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Michael went to his room and lay down on his bed, the memories slowly coming to him. All playing in front of him in slow-motion like he was watching a TV show.

Flashback:

Olivia's head suddenly exploded as Michael was running to her. The body fell down to the ground with a loud thud, the hall becoming really quiet for a while - until all the screaming happened. Michael was sitting on the stage, body covered with blood, almost as if he showered with it. Olivia's body was lying in hands as the crowd looked at him in shock. June and the rest of the band members rushed towards him and quickly shouted for the teachers.

Screaming.

More screaming.

The teachers pulled Michael away from Olivia, and a teacher took out her phone to call the ambulance. Everyone was terrified, and Michael stood their on the floor, staring blankly at the crowd, he was completely in his own world now. Where no noise could be heard, where no light can be seen.

Just surrounded by pure darkness. As if his brain had completely shut down by itself.

"Michael!? Michael!?" He distinctly heard June's faint voice somewhere beneath the darkness. "Shit, Michael, can you hear me? MICHAEL!"

"Run- and don't look back, understood? Michael, promise me." His late mother's voice ring in his ears.

...So in front of everyone, he just got up and ran.

He ran away from the stage, away from June, away from the school, and away from everything that has ever bothered him before.