Fearless

Chapter 04: Keep Calm and Shoot the Wall

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Chapter 04:

(Isabelle's POV)

I looked at the clock as Sherlock finished his piece.

I clapped and stood up, "As much as I enjoyed that cheek bones, and I honestly did, you're bloody good, but it's morning. You said you'd take me to do something." He set the Violin down and laughed.

"That was your plan all along wasn't it?"

"Not really. But after the seventh song I though it'd be a good idea." He smiled.

"So cheek bones, what do you do when you're bored? Play a Board Game? Watch the telly? Compose?"

"More like Shoot the wall, Solve murders, hang mahicans, do human experiments, and.........."

"No slow down. Murder?"

"Yes I'm a Consulting Detective."

"What's that mean?"

"Well, if a client comes with a case, I solve it, if I want to. I also take what the police can't solve."

"Wow. It sounds fun! Can I help with a case sometime?"

"Sure but we don't have a case and I don't think Scotland Yard wants to be bothered.....what else sounds fun, to you?"

"You care?"

"No. Just trying to have manners." I laughed.

"Shooting the wall.......you shoot the wall?" He smiled. I felt dizzy and sat back down.

"I've only done it once. It ticked off John and Mrs.Hudson."

"Let's do it!" I felt myself glowing with happiness and the sight of adventure.

He left for a second and brought back a pistol. I stood up and pushed my IV stands with me to him. He handed it to me and stepped behind me.

"Try to shot that smiley face on the wall."

I tried to use my arm to lift the gun but my arm was to weak and the IV lines were restricting my arms. I tried so hard to the point where I was panting.

"Let me help you." Sherlock came behind me and lifted up me arms.

"So you hold it with both hands. Well you should, since your just starting out. Put this hand here," he placed my left hand on the bottom, "And this hand here." He placed the right hand on the bullet release (don't know what that parts called). I looked up at him and he turned my head foreward.

"You have a weapon in your hands. Keep your eye on the target." He scolded. I nodded and looked at the neon smiley face.

"Do you need help to lift up your arms to?" He asked in a bit of a joking matter. He laughed after saying it and I could feel his smile.

"Yes please." The gun was heavy. Holding it made me dizzier. He stopped laughing and lifted my arms up. The gun was now centered between the eyes of the face.

He came to my ear and whispered, "Fire. Now. Quick. Before the target....."

Before I could finish I squeezed the release and a bullet came flying out. It was surprising. The feeling I got after firing the gun. I can't describe it.

"AGAIN!" Sherlock yelled. I obeyed and the action as commanded. Sherlock laughed in the background, then I dropped the gun.

I felt sick. Dizzy.

"Sherlock...... I need air."

"Is this a joke?"

I looked at him and shook my head. His face fell and he picked up my IV stands.

"Walk down the stairs Isabelle." I walked slowly down and clutched the railings tightly. I honestly thought I was going to faint. Or die. Probably both.

I ran out the door and sat against the door on the stairs.

"Get these things out of me!" I snapped.

"I'm not......."

"Just do it! Do it......do it please."

He nodded and plucked the needles out of my arms. I winced but felt some relief.

That's when I heard him.

"SHERLOCK ARE YOU SHOOTING THE WALL AGIAN!? I SWEAR IF YOU WOKE UP ISABELLE......"

"JOHN IT WASNT ME IT WAS ISABELLE!"

"YOU LET MY LITTLE SISTER SHOOT THE WALL?! YOU. ARE. DEAD!" He sat down besides me and groaned.

"Don't worry. The John I know......well knew would never kill."

"Well did the John you know invade Afghanistan? Solve murders for fun? Oh well. I'm not concerned. I get plenary of death threats from him. You'd be surprised." I laughed and laid my head on his shoulders. He stiffened. He didn't feel comfortable and I let out a short laugh.

"I'm just tired. I'm not going to kill you. But if it makes you uncomftorable...."

"I am fine." he whispered as if reassuring himself and not me.

"Isabelle......maybe I should take you back to the....."

"SHERLOCK HOMES!" A voice bombed from behind us causing me to jump. It was John

"Hello John. How is your morning?" Sherlock turned to face my brother and I sat up.

"Isabelle.......... Did he....." John started.

"No. I just got bored."

"No I'm not talking about the wall."

"Oh! That! I felt dizzy so I came out here."

"Izzy you're shivering! And your pale and he......HE TOOK OUT....."

"John please I'm fine! I just need real clothes. Like jeans and a shirt. It's been years since I have worn anything besides dresses and rags."

"Fine. I'll take you out to buy something. You. Stay here." He snapped at Sherlock.

"Yes sir!" Sherlock sassed. I let out a laugh and John growled in anger.

"C'mon Izzy." He grabbed my arm and dragged me away.

"Bai Cheek Bones!" I waved at Sherlock and turned to face him.

He laughed, "Goodbye."

(Chapter End)

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