Two Lives Wasted- Sherlock Short Story

A Life Thrown to Hell

(A.N. So. This isn't the best.... I have decided to try out a murder mystery, and I thought who else better to write a murder mystery than with SHERLOCK FRIGGIN HOLMES and his awesome best buddy JOHN FREAKING WATSON!!! Also.... This is the point in my future writing career that I figure out how screwed up in the head I am. Let's try dis.... THE GAME IS ON.)

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I slowly lowered the gun down, my shaking arms straight as sticks in shock.

Blood.

Thats all I see, along with the body of the boy.

His head, now no more than a blueberry that someone stepped on. It took me multiple shots, I kept missing. I was so scared I almost dropped the gun.

Brain matter. Blood. Skin. Hair. Skull.

I was trying to get myself to stop shaking. To calm myself down. But how could I? I'm thirteen, and I just killed someone...

But isn't this good?

Aren't I a hero?

I just slayed my main demon...

My king demon is gone...

I'm a hero, aren't I?

Isn't this what heroes do?

Slowly, a crooked smile cracked across my face. If I wasn't wearing a mask, I would have gone to see my new smile. My new expression of my happiness.

I watched the slow puddle of blood form around the body of my victim. For once, I wasn't the victim. I wasn't the prey...

I was the predator now. No one would snipe me from my high tree.

But what if I get caught?

No time to think about that... It's far to late.

My eyes slowly drifted to the blood that had splattered over the ground, and then to the blood that had managed to spray across my coat.

Guess my new accomplice was right, it was a good idea to wear a rain coat, with rain boots over my two layers of socks.

Quickly, I took a few steps and shed my coat, revealing my black sweater and jeans. I had my hood up, so if there was even the possibility of a camera on me, it wouldn't see my hair. It already couldn't see my face from my mask, however.

I stepped out of my boots, shoved the gun carelessly in my pants and wiggled my fingers in their gloved fingers.

"Hey!" Someone shouted. Immediately, I started off running, turning on my heel and bolting as fast as I could. The heavy weight on the side of my pants made me feel uncomfortable, and as I turned a corner I nearly lost the gun again.

I ran as far as I could, suddenly scared out of my wits. I had run in a random direction, hoping to just get away. When I finally couldn't run any longer, I whipped out my phone.

My breathing was hard, and even though I had stopped running, it was escalating. I was beginning to freak out as I began to realize what I did. That smile that had been on my face fell.

"What happened?!" A voice immediately whisper screamed from the other side of my phone. At the sound of her voice, I immediately started to cry.

"I- I did it! Bu-but I don't know what to do! Har-" I began, but she cut me off.

"Don't say my name until at least an hour after all of this," She hissed, and I whimpered softly.

"What do I do? I- I don't know what to do! There- there was a guy... He saw me!" I wailed, running around another corner into another alley. Even though by now I was a half a mile away from school, I didn't want anyone to hear me if possible.

"Did he see your face?"

"No- no, bu-"

"Then you're just fine."

"Bu-"

"Don't you freak out on me yet."

"Har-"

"Don't say my name."

"Fine, bu-"

"Did you hear what I said? Don't freak out yet. Remember, we aren't done yet. We have at least five more bullies to take down."

I slowly began to choke down my own sobs at her statement, and a few seconds later of her listening to my crying, she spoke up.

"Don't worry. You're a hero now, I promise. You killed the 'King Bully.'" I started wailing in tears again, and by this point she hung up on me.

I was left in my lonely, smelly alley, crying and sobbing like a mess. It took me half an hour to finally calm down, but when I finally did, I slowly slid my mask back down onto my face.

I was still crying slightly, but at least I was crying silently.

I took a deep breath in, let it out slowly, and then I began to run once again down the street, as far away as I could from my school.

I was so confused.... So lost....

I need help. Please. Someone help me while I can still get out of this.

(Sorry if this wasn't them best. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!)