The Death of Sherlock Holmes

The Death of Sherlock Holmes

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., août 29, 2017
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Sherlock
If you are a fan of the TV series Sherlock then you may like this, or want to kill me for putting you through uneccessary trauma. I don't know if anybody will like how this is written but the point of veiw will change multiple times in this story and I'm not going off of the show for this one because I have found that to be more difficult. Some of you may recognize phrases that are said in the show and some of you may not, but this doesn't follow the events of the series. Just an idea that I wanted to put into words. I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters from the show (or the books for that matter), but the plot of this story is mine.
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He was looking at Sherlock Holmes. Yet not the one he would have expected. Distinctive changeable eyes, lined by a row of long dense lashes, showed an expression of a wild animal standing in the glare of approaching headlights. Of a man driven into a corner. Simply expressed, an expression of pure horror, something you don't see on a famous consulting detective most of the time. John opened his mouth, but after a realisation that he has no idea of what he wanted to say, he closed it again. He wasn't welcomed by a mutilated, smashed face. The severed spine could be ruled out straight away, and he seemed to have all his limbs as well. He felt an endless relief when he saw solid, uninjured skin where the blood flowed the last time. Nevertheless, the scene he was offered tugged the carpet under his feet and he had to admit (if a bit grudgingly) that Mycroft was right-he did not exaggerate when warning him it might be a shock. Trigger warnings: This story contains references to violence and its description, and also deals with self-esteem issues and body image. If something triggers you, please proceed with caution or reconsider if you want to continue reading. PS: English isn't my native language and I'm a bit unsure of my style, but I hope you will like it. Enjoy the story!

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