Sherlock Holmes
Fan-fiction:
Something about Her
Written and Voiced by:
Ellen Chen, Orakanjana (Eve) Ariyapinyopas, Iris
Ho, and Koung Xalavinai
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(Ellen Chen’s part)
“You had a
deep sleep, Watson. I was afraid to wake you up.”
“Sherlock
Holmes...Can I do anything for you? You look fatigued. What’s the matter upon
you?”
“May we
have a talk, Watson?”
“Of
course”
(End of Ellen Chen’s part)
(Start
of Orakanjana A.’s part)
I was
astounded by Holmes’s deduction. Miss Morstan and I already made up our minds
to become one another’s romantic companion, but to reconsider something so
immensely sensitive? Miss Morstan, although always so calm and composed, even
about this she might doubt my love for her.
“But….
That may be just her sense of style and a way to protect her fair skin from the
sunlight. I acknowledge your expertise for the minutiae, nonetheless I don’t
think that shall be a matter of suspicion.” I replied to Holmes’s after a long
pause I made. I am afraid that I would tamper Miss Morstan’s trust upon I.
“Quite so,
Watson. But remember, we don’t know her history beneath her innocent charms. I
will keep a lookout for you,” said Sherlock Holmes. “You too, Dr. Watson,
should not dissect only human physique but also the actions of your close
ones,” he added with a concerned voice.
I had an
urge to yell back at him for his indirect vehemence, saying that I am not so
observational. But Holmes is the detective, he is probably the only one that is
able to say such.
So all I
did was a nod in reply.
The next
day came fast. It was a bright sunny day perfect for us lovebirds to go
outside. Miss Morstan and I decided to take a walk around the London streets.
As usual, beside me, Miss Morstan held her pitched black umbrella overhead her
magnificence and worn her sunglasses. Sherlock Holmes’s confrontation yesterday
emerged in my train of thoughts, but I chased it away. The
thoughts might lead to irregular interactions.
We
continued walking and talking normally, then stopped at a public park filled
with vast nature. The blaze of sunlight never seemed to lessen, as well as my
dear’s tight grip on the pitched black umbrella. We then chose to take a break
on walking and sat under the big ol’ tree away from the sunlight. After sitting
down, Miss Morstan laid out her nicely prepared meal for this afternoon.
“Oh! These
look tremendously delicious! Can I give it a try?” I exclaimed corresponding to
my growling stomach. “Yes, dear. I hope it suits your liking,” she kindly
responded.
The moment
went by peacefully.
When our
time at the park was coming to an end, we both prepared to walk back.
Miss
Morstan pulled out her sunglasses that was tucked in between her chest and eyed
for the pitched black umbrella.
“Miss
Morstan, may I offer you a helping hand? I can hold your umbrella. You may be
tired,” I promptly asked as she reached for its handle. She startled, maybe
because I never mentioned anything about her umbrella before.
“No, it’s
alright Dr. Watson. I appreciate your offer, but I am still not tired as you
may think.”
I couldn’t
help but start to wonder about her avoidance of sunlight, but once again, I
brushed those doubtful thoughts away. She is my future maiden.
During the
way back to Miss Morstan’s apartment, we stopped by the bread shop. She leaned
her umbrella against the corner near the entrance, then went to choose the
breads. After she purchased it, we headed towards the door, I quickly grabbed
for the umbrella seeing her hand-filled. “Dr. Watson!” Miss Morstan yelled,
rushed towards me, and accidentally dropped her wallet. Pictures spilled out,
they looked quite timeworn and blurry. I helped picked those pictures up, and
quickly grabbed one into my pocket, as she took care of the pitched black
umbrella.
I handed
back her wallet and she retrieved it with silence. What could possibly be
wrong? I told myself to listen to my heart, but enthusiastic to go back and
take a look at the picture from Miss Morstan’s wallet.
“Thank you
for sending me, as always, Dr. Watson. It has been a delightful day,” she
declared as we parted ways in front of her doorstep.
“My
pleasure, dear. Have a nice rest.”
Then I
hurried back home before she realized if anything was missing.
Once I got
home I slowly took the photograph out of the pocket of my suit. Oh, it is just
her and some other people. Oh, my dear Miss Morstan, she still looked exactly
just like how she was today. I smiled just by the thought of how lucky I am to
marry such rich, elegant, fair, and kind woman. I then carefully placed the
photograph on my table and dismissed such peculiar thoughts I never wished I
had about her.
“Watson,
may I come in? Our landlady said there is someone here for you.” Sherlock
Holmes asked outside my door. “I will be out in just a moment.” I replied.
When I
opened the door, a young lady I have never known was standing there with a
concerned look all over her face. “May I help you, young lady?” I asked.
“Actually,
I just have something to tell you. First, my name is Eve and I saw you and a
woman at the park today. The woman you were with….I remember seeing her when I
was very young and she looked exactly the same.” she started to explain.
To my
surprise, I was curious to learn more and invited her inside. Later, Eve told
me that when she was young, the woman that looked exactly like Miss Morstan
always came to her house. She always known her as a friend of her mother.
As we were
conversing, Eve looked over to my table and took a glance at the photograph.
“Dr.
Watson! This is my beloved mother when she was younger!” screamed the young
lady.
“Dr.
Watson, the woman you were with today is right beside my mother in this
photograph. Right now my mother is starting to age, filled with traces of
elderly wrinkles and white hair. Why is the woman whom you were with today
still look exactly the same as before?” I felt a rush of shiver as the strands
of my hair stood up.
“Eve,
thank you for informing me about this matter. But it is late now, a young lady
like you should go home before it is dangerous out,” I turned and spoke to her
as my head was filled with anxiety. “Alright, Dr. Watson, I hope I am of help
of some sort. See you around the area.” Then she left with the same worried
expression she had earlier.
I relapsed
and sat on my chair silently.
“Watson… I
heard her telling about your fiancée.” I startled as Sherlock Holmes appeared
beside me. I was so deep in thought and had no sense of his presence
penetrating into the room.
“The young
lady might have mistaken… how can any human appearance stay the same for
decades?” I asked to myself aloud. I showed Sherlock Holmes the photograph I've
secretly taken from Miss Morstan’s wallet today.
“Preserve
it wisely, then, Watson.” Then he continued,
“This is a
sign. It may become of great use of evidence to you.”
I gulped.
(Orakanjana
(Eve) Ariyapinyopas writing part ends)
(Start
of Iris Ho’s part)
After a
sleepless night with the disturbing conversations that I had with Eve and
Holmes circling in my mind, I cannot stop but start suspecting that there is
something even greater and more unspeakable of than the secrets behind the
treasure of my fiancée. However, I still managed to come up with excuses for her
that made me at ease.
This
morning my fiancée and I had to meet up with the wedding planner for trying on
the one and only precious white gown, which my future wife is going wear on our
wedding day. She looked gorgeous and her beauty had driven my doubts of
marrying her away. “Why would I risk the chance of marrying this beautiful lady
who loves me just as much as I love her for the silly worries of Holmes?” I
thought to myself.
However,
after I returned to our fitting room from the restroom, I discovered something
strange. Where are the mirrors in this room? I remember seeing mirrors in the
other rooms on my way back.
“Where are
the mirrors? How else shall my fiancée know how beautiful she is in the wedding
dress?” I asked Iris, Morstan’s dress stylist, who was standing beside a
smaller room where Morstan was changing.
“Oh, Dr.
Watson, you may not know, but Ms. Morstan does not like mirrors. In fact, she
ordered me to remove any mirrors in this room for today’s meeting.” She
replied.
“Why would
she dislike mirrors when she has such a beautiful appearance?”
“I know
nothing Dr. Watson. I am just a servant.”
After a few minutes of silence Iris spoke up again. “Dr. Watson, however, I do have some observations of my master about this matter. There are times when my master and I walk by the shops that have mirrors. Whenever I noticed myself in the mirror, I never see Ms. Morstan near me, even if she stands right next to me.”
Iris
paused for a little while to check if Morstan is done changing, and she
continued in a whisper. “I am a stylist and I am used to working with mirrors
but Ms. Morstan just trusted on others’ opinions, particularly mine. This is
extraordinarily strange.”
(End of Iris Ho’s part)
(Start
of Koung’s part)
Suddenly,
someone knocked on the door. It opened gradually as I looked excitedly at my
love Miss Morstan in the beautiful wedding dress that I never ever see before.
It was a white tutu with many chiffon layer and a flat bateau, in hand with
small light pink nosegay, head piece with long veil, her face, as always
flowery, but today it was more magnificent. I was outraged with my desire of
kissing her, but she stopped me with her nosegay hedging my face away.
“What are
you doing here Watson?! This is the fitting room, a groom has to wait a bride
outside. Get out!" She said. I did not even have time to say any word. She
pushed me out of the room, then close the door immediately. I rushed back into
the chapel rapidly.
I forgot everything, every sign that disturbed me for the past days suspicious of Miss Morstan. Sherlock was standing only five steps away.
I turn to
him and said, “You will know how human Miss Morstan is”.
He did not
answer me, but smiled with something in his sight. I gazed at him a few seconds
then turn back to wait for my gorgeous bride again. The piano songs started
playing, this was the sign that my lady was coming. As soon as the door was
opened with the appearance of Miss Morstan, everyone in the church was stunned
and yelled with gladness, she walk up to me and grab her hand my face showed
every sign of happiness. During the time to give promise, we exchanged words
that promise to love each other, then before the pastor indicating Miss Morstan
and I to be one’s, there was a guy name Koung who carried something from the door
through the passageway up in front to Miss Morstan and me,. It was covered by a
blue silk and have quadrilateral with one hundred fifty centimeter seem like a
big photograph in a luxurious picture frame.
“This is a
wedding present from me.” Holmes said.
Miss
Morstan smiled and said “Thank you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I am glad to be
acknowledged by you. "She intended to hug him but stuck with my body
instead.
“Thank you Holmes. Finally you are accepting my love towards Miss Morstan. Thank you." I said to him. We hugged. Then, he said,
“What were
two of you waiting for? Open it!"
Miss
Morstan and I meet sight together. She pulled the blue silk on the gift with me
standing next to her. Because it was a silk so just Miss Morstan pull it
lightly then it slippery away from the thing that it was covered. Suddenly it
manifest to everyone it was a mirror. Everyone being confusing with Home’s
presents and by few minute my eyes enlarge and the frightened yell of everyone.
Miss Morstan did not appear in that mirror.
“This
woman is not human! She has been dead for a long time!” Holmes stated.
“Watson look at me! Do not care other’s eyes, I
am your lover! I am your beautiful bride! We will walk away from here,
together! Hold my hand Watson, I love you! believe me” Miss Morstan told me
with a lot of tear in her face, she walk up to me but I stepped back with
shocked. My head was overwhelmed with the every sign that warned me. Then, I
fall on the ground.
My hands
were whisked to the pillar with the candles on the top of it. The pillar fell
to the floor and one of three candles bounced to the blue silk and there were
flare and lit up Miss Morstan's tutu. It caught on fire easily because of the
chiffon on her wedding dress. She scream loudly and everyone ran out from the
hall. The church was on fire.
I fell into
terror. I tried to stand up but I could not, Holmes helped me up and walk pass
Miss Morstan who tried to approach me but could not. Finally Holmes laid me out
in front of the church, only Miss Morstan was left burned inside, I cried,
yelled and tried to get in to help her but Sherlock Holmes stopped me.
I toss
away Holmes then I ran into the burning church, it was hell in the hall. I
shouted to find Miss Morstan. At last I found her crying in front of the mirror
I embrace her and said:
“How foolish were I to leave my beloved
bride alone, forgive me Morstan. I promise to love you forever no matter what
you are”
THE END
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