Sherlock Holmes, Converging Darkness: Sherlock Holmes, #24

By Michael John Light

What would you do if everything you knew about your world were suddenly changed?

What if we were not alone?

What if someone was waiting to take everything away from us?

Sherlock Holmes and Watson are hot on the track of what could be a supernatural creature when everything goes wrong.

Deadly wrong!

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Pirillo
• Release date: Aug 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386729679

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John

Bollux!

The urgency of the moment drove Watson into action. I can do this! He swore, then cursed himself for even thinking that thought and then steeling himself, he ran as fast as he could and leaped.

Bollocks! Watson screamed as the air frigid air rushed into his face from his leap, while at the same time he thought he had just gone to bloody hell by his dratted actions.

He landed on the opposite roof, where he had seen the eyes and skidded on the icy surface, sliding dangerously towards the hiding spot where he had spotted the hideous eyes. He hit a venting pipe and collapsed to the surface, sliding the rest of the way on his stomach, still screaming at the top of his lungs.

He struck a chimney and his scream stopped, as did everything else. He descended swiftly into a merciful loss of consciousness as the pain of his impact blasted into his mind. The last thing he remembered as he descended into a painful black maelstrom was something peering at him from almost the same level as his face was turned. Something that should not have been able to do what it did. Something impossibly large and slimy. Impossibly withered looking, as if its skin were rows of paper that had been to a crisp and stuck together, then he was gone.

Father Watson

S herlock! A voice called urgently in the darkness. Sherlock! The voice called out urgently again.

Blackness, winks of light and sparks of awareness dancing about each other.

Watson!

His father sat him upon his broad lap and rode him up and down like a cowboy might a horse. He felt so free and happy, like he hadn't for many years now as his wonderful father sprang him up and down, higher and higher, and yet higher still until he spun in the air.

His father, brushing his moustache with his right pinkie as he was wont to do, reached up and caught him and spun him around in a circle of laughter and dizziness, his screams echoing from one end of the room to the next.

John. His father spoke to him as he finally stopped and put him down on his feet.

Watson spun in a circle a few times, striving to regain his balance as his father waited patiently for him to do so, then caught him before he could tumble to the floor and lifted him into his arms and hugged him. I love you.

Watson threw his arms around his father's big neck and held tight. I love you, father!

What's he saying? Inspector Bloodstone muttered angrily. What's all that gibberish?

It's not gibberish. Watson told his father, who gave him a surprised look.

Of course it isn't. Love is never gibberish, it's the treasure of a man's soul. The true value and measure of one's life.

What! Sherlock cried out. Doctor, quickly. I'm afraid we're losing him! Sherlock shouted, his voice filled with fear and grief.

Watson smiled into the face of his father, who raised his left hand, which held a very large hypodermic. This is going to hurt son.

"What are you doing?

It' s not time for us to be together again. Remember. I love you, Little Stinker!

Watson giggled. I'm not a Little Stinker.

His father didn't laugh. He just plunged the hypodermic into Watson's chest.

Professor Langdon and Sherlock flew back from the hospital bed as Watson, with all his strength, rose up swiftly and swatted them aside. He raised his fists to strike at Inspector Bloodstone who was trying to push him down again.

You touch me and I swear! Watson started to say, then his eyes rolled up in his head and he fell back on his bed, unconscious.

Sherlock looked