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Puzzle of the Dark Druids, Part Five. A Sherlock Holmes story. A Baker Street Universe tale. Celebration and death!

8/22/2015

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Puzzle of the Dark Druids
Part Five
A Sherlock Holmes Tale
A Baker Street Universe Story
By John Pirillo

James didn't want to die, but his friends were in grave danger. He threw himself down, rolled up and kicked. But no one was there.

Simultaneously, the air opened up and Moriarity, who had felt James about to attack, had stepped aside, and aimed his weapon at James head. "Now you will die, shame on my name!"Moriarity cried out.

Before he could fire, Challenger blasted out of nowhere and tumbled into him.

Also, at the same time, Jules and Wells blasted from nowhere also.

Moriarity's gun went off.

The two assassins were so alarmed that they ran.

Watson took his weapon out and fired upon them, bringing one man down. The other risked a magical strike on the run, and seared the sidewalk in front of Sherlock and Watson, causing it to boil and bubble from magical heat.

Watson fired again and the second man was down.

"Over here!" Jules cried out.

Sherlock and Watson leaped over the burning energies and ran to the alley where Challenger had Moriarity in a headlock, his face flushed with blood as he exerted pressure on the struggling villain. Wells had the man's arms behind his back as well.

Jules had his weapon trained on him, as did James.

"It would seem we have everything under control." Watson snickered.

Then the Moriarity pressed to the pavement began to thrash violently.

Sherlock grabbed Watson's arm. "Run. Run for your lives!"

Everyone let go and ran the direction Sherlock took. James hesitated, looking into the fallen Moriarity's eyes. "Tell your Dark Master we know who he is now!"

James rolled the body into the alley and ducked to the other side, as a massive explosion ripped the air. Pieces of the masonry near James flew apart, shredding the clothing on his right arm, but only leaving scratches and bruises.

He and the others went back into the alley and watched as the fake Moriarity's remains caused the alley brick and mortar to bubble like boiling water, portions of it subsiding into the wet pavement and vanishing from view.

"It's over." Wells said.

Jules shook his head. "Non, Mon Ami. It is far from over."

Sherlock stood there, watching as the last remains of Moriarity sank into the bubbling, melting pavement.

***

"All roads lead to Rome." James said as he warmed his palms with a fresh brew of tea that Watson so kindly served up. He still heard the klaxons of the Constable Wagons outside, so he knew the Inspector and his son, Constable Evans, would still be there working the crime sight, striving to glean whatever evidence they could.

Watson came up the stairs with a tray of tiny sandwiches, cut with pickles, lettuce and salmon. "Food anyone?"

"Don't mind if I do." James said, helping himself to three of them.

He and Watson exchanged glances that spoke much of the deep bond between them. Sherlock observed it silently, basking in the warmth between the two men, who were also two of his closest friends as well.

Watson parsed out sandwiches to all in the room, and then sat the nearly empty tray on the table, where a map was spread out. Conan nibbled on a sandwich, sipped at his tea, then nibbled some more, studying the map.

Challenger sat near him, silent. He was thinking about all they had experienced since the implosion. Ned was still sullen after the experience. He still had his up moments, but lately he'd been more withdrawn.

***

"What's wrong, Ned?" Challenger had asked him, impatient about his reticence and withdrawal.

Ned wouldn't speak at first, but then he finally did. "It's so wrong."

"What?"

"All of it!" Ned had exploded, jumping to his feet and pacing the observation deck where they stood. "I had no idea of the magnitude of power we were dealing with. It boggles my mind. Giant kraken and undersea cities I can deal with, but interdimensional demons, holes in time and space, whirlpools that can suck down entire buildings...."

He trailed off, his exasperation finally freezing his words.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He whipped out his harmonica and began to play it.

Nemo, who had been watching quietly from the Pilot's station, turned on the intercom so the whole ship could hear.

Ned started off with a melancholy piece, but not being the sort to stay down forever, he bounced back with a jig, which left him dancing about the observation deck, the other crew tapping their toes with the beat of his music, on that deck and in all the others.

***

James stirred a lump of sugar into his fresh cup of tea and watched it dissolve as a cat might puzzle the problem of a commode's waters swishing in circles, finally to be gobbled up. James smiled at that metaphor, and then threw another lump in for good measure. He looked up and smiled at Watson, who was seated opposite him and Sherlock.

They were playing a game of poker. Chips were made up of coins, which Watson kept a stash of for quiet moments like this one.

"Well." He said, eyeing the silver platter where the last sweet cake lay untouched.

"Take it!" Both Sherlock and James said at the same time.

They burst into laughter when Watson nearly jumped out of his chair at the simultaneity of their commands. He settled down and reached for the cake.

"But do remember your weight, Watson." Sherlock admonished him.

"And you wouldn't want Mrs. Watson to know you have been ignoring your diet." James added.

Watson let go and gave them both stern glances to show his anger at their reminders.

James and Sherlock exchanged glances, then James cut the last piece in two and handed one to Sherlock and he took the other.

"Divide and conquer." James said, stuffing his mouth.

Watson sighed as the last half went into that of Holmes, and eyed the silver platter longingly.

"Don't Worry, Old Man." James said putting a friendly hand on Watson's shoulder. "She's coming back in two more days."

"Yes. And then you can be your old nasty self again...." Sherlock added.

"With scones." James laughed.

They all three laughed. Were silent a long time, then Watson got up. "I just remembered something. At that same moment the front door was pounded upon. Watson descended the stairs and Jules and Wells stood there with Harry. They all held packages neatly wrapped with bows on them. Behind them stood Harry, carrying another package, even larger, that was vaguely human shaped.

"Are we on time?"

"Exactly!" Watson said with a nod.

He no sooner let them inside, then a Tesla Cab pulled up and Lord Graystone and Lady Shareen stepped out, also clutching packages.

They hurried up the steps and Watson let them in as well.

He turned to close the door, when a honk sounded.

Conan drove up with a new Tesla, his face beaming. He waved from the driver's side and shouted. "I'm learning how to drive."

Einstein and Tesla climbed out. Both dropped to their knees and kissed the pavement.

Watson laughed. "I imagine it was an adventure for all!"

Conan gave the other two a scalding glance, and then parked the Tesla by driving it up over the curb and nearly smashing into a fence. He got out and examined his parking position, then shrugged. He brought out a huge package and marched for the flat.

***

The room became especially crowded when the Inspector and Constable Evans showed up, both with packages in their hands. Another few minutes later Madame Curie showed up with three men in tow, all carrying cakes and sandwiches, neatly wrapped and on huge silver trays.

"I hope I'm not too late." She pleaded, her eyes on Watson.

He took her hand and kissed it. "You could never be too late, Madame Curie!"

She blushed and then took her hand away and helped the three men set up the sitting room table and another one that Watson and Challenger brought up from the kitchen.

In a matter of minutes they had both tables back to back and covered with a splendid red cloth with sparkly blue balls of light on its surface. "I made it." Harry bragged.

"You made it with magic." Jules reminded him.

"Yes. But so?"

Everyone laughed, and then settled into a chair about the tables.

Sherlock and Watson both rose from opposite sides of the table, then turned towards James, who seemed surprised at what was going on, but quietly amused as well.

"To James."

"Too James." Watson joined in.

Sherlock continued. "Our friend has been with us but a year at this point, but in that year he has accumulated a wealth of friend."

"If not money." James quipped.

Everyone laughed.

James glanced over at Madame Curie and she smiled gently. She reminded him sometimes of the mother he would never see again, though a bit younger and stronger.

"And so." Watson continued. "In honor of that event, we are having a birthday party for James. A coming to our world party and thanks for his kindness, courage and...Need I say helpfulness over that time in our small brotherhood of Baker Street...?"

"Helping us to face a challenging world." Sherlock finished.

James rose and nodded. "And I thank each and every one of you. And I am grateful to see that all are well and alive, but I must warn you." He went on. His face growing dark with his thoughts. "That man who died out in the alley. That was not the last Moriarity! And he was not the Dark Master."

Jules rose. "But the Demon said we were going straight to him."

James frowned. "And you trust demons more than your friends?"

Jules blushed and sat back down.

James eyed each one of his friends, giving each a measure of his friendship through a nod, or smile, or small gesture of his hand. "But let us not talk about demons and darkness, but rather the Light that we of the Brotherhood of Baker Street bring to this beleaguered world."

He lifted a glass filled with champagne. "To a just world, a fair world, a kind world!"

Everyone rose and joined in. "To a just world, a fair world, a kind world!"

They clinked glasses together, then smiling, laughing, chatting they settled down into the friendly and sometimes combative conversations they inevitably dove into when so many great minds and hearts were gathered together.

***

Korath and his Monkey Men were chatting beneath the veils of mist in the Hidden Realms, where mystical stars rose on curtains of magic, simulating a real night sky. They were feeling content and at peace with the world. Finding the Black Tower empty and devoid of evil had done much to settle them.

Korath laughed heartily at the joke of his mate, and then froze along with the others when a blast of powerful red light emerged from the cone of the Black Tower. They all jumped to their feet and turned in terror as the ground beneath their feet began to tremble and shake.

Whatever had been gone from the Black Tower had returned to claim its home!

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The Legions of Tomorrow, "A Count Dracula Story."

3/3/2015

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                                                    The Legions of Tomorrow

His swarthy complexion always confused anyone who first met him, as they always assumed that the undead were...undead looking. He would take their stares with good grace and let them off easy with the words..."I do not drink...blood!" A direct contradiction to those who had seen the once famous Bela Lugosi movies that had been perpetrated on the masses to scare and frighten them. The aging actor had been a distant cousin of the Count and had to apologize to him for the bad press, but he needed the work at the time and the Count had encouraged him to take the work. He didn't care about superstitious people's beliefs. Everyone knew there were good and bad in anything, good wolves bad, bad wolves; good vampires, bad vampires; ghosts that meant well, ghosts that had no such intention of every doing anything well for anyone. Demons who rocked the foundations of the earth to destroy it and demons who were working on getting their angel wings.

So what others believed...he really didn't care or mind. Take  your pick. Had he been featured in a vampire movie, he would be more like that famous Latin actor who had made Dracula a dancing hero. He also loved to dance, thought at this particular moment, as he hung upside down from his bedroom beam, thinking about what he had in store for the morrow, he had no particular juice on any kind of dancing, except dancing to the bathroom as soon as possible. He had drunk a lot of blueberry wine the last night and his bladders...yes, he had two...his bladders, as strong as they were were screaming to be emptied.

So he dropped from the beam, flipping over nimbly midflight, and landed lightly on his feet. He yawned, then stretched and stumbled. Yes, even vampires wake up slowly and sluggishly. He stumbled into the lavatory to relieve his bladders. His eyes felt like they were going to pop until he was able to empty them. So many there was some truth to the eyes floating in...well, you know.

He took out his favorite razor, lathered it with a fine soap he had imported from the India Isles, and began drawing it delicately across his chin, then throat, until the fine mist of hair he was growing had been mown down like a savage forest trying to overtake a city.

He yawned again, revealing his two largish front incisors, which had given him and his father their legendary appearance in most modern horror tales of fanged monsters. The fangs could indeed suck blood through them, but never by force, always by free will. They never took what wasn't freely offered, and many friends would offer them a drink in exchange for the favors done for them, not because the Count or his father demanded them, but as a showing of appreciation and gratitude.

"Now what?" He thought as the huge bat knocker on his front door clanged loudly, making a shrieking noise up and down the hallways of his two story mansion. He smiled. Any guests were always startled by the joke he had installed, but after another visit or two caught onto his sense of humor and came to appreciate it.

He leaped from the second floor landing to the floor below, ignoring the beautifully carpeted steps and opened the front door. His good friend, and servant, Charlie Fritz, was not in the house at that time. He had been given leave and a good sum of money to fly back to Rome in one of the new fangled Tesla dirigibles to stay with his family for a month. The Count was not afraid of a little housework and since he only needed a few hours a night or day to refresh himself, he never had too little time to take care of the details of  household chores.

"Ah!" He said as he looked at Sherlock, resplendent in a tux with Watson next to him, and James Moriarity, their mutual friend.

"Come in! Come in!" He said, motioning them inside. He glanced outside. It was a full moon. He expected more guests and one in particular.

"I've had the table prepared since this morning for our repast. I hope you don't mind Charlie not being here. I shall happily serve you just as well. Or at least as well as I am capable."

Sherlock smiled. "It is not the service we have come to visit, my dear Count."

He stepped inside, throw his over cloak onto a hanger by the door, allowing Watson to do the same and they headed into the dining room.

"Good doctor, how's your fiancée?"

"Marvelous. She sends her regrets for not coming, but was struck by one of those obnoxious colds that strike this time of year. I prescribed some sleeping potion to help her rest. By this time she should be comfortably between her sheets and covers and resting well."

"Very good. This way." The Count said, guiding them the rest of the way into the dining room. Inside was a very large table that shone like glass with settings for twelve.

"When will the others be coming?" Sherlock asked, seating himself at the near end of the table.

Watson sat on the corner near him and looked at the Count.

"I would imagine they'll all trickle in as usual."

The door bat slammed home again, sending shrieks through the home.

"Excuse me. I think we have more guests."

He went to the door and let in Lord Graystone and Lady Shareen, who were followed by Professor Challenger and Conan.

"Harry's on his way with Tesla and Edison." Conan explained as he and Challenger set their hats and cloaks on the hanger by the door.

"Very good." The Count said, then led them into the dining room.

He began bringing out food and drink for everyone, who all insisted that he wait for the others, but he insisted he had more than enough for everyone several times over and they shouldn't wait for one more minute.

Watson and Challenger tucked in immediately, their bellies almost screaming for food, they were such stout men.

James went into the kitchen with the Count and helped him bring more food out.

"You look good, James. The sea life must have agreed with you."

"Very much so."

He helped the Count set out the last of the food and drink as the Count went to answer the next shriek of the Bat ringer.

Tesla, Harry and Edison came in chatting up a storm.

Everyone sat down and after hurried greetings began eating.

Sherlock looked up. "We're missing a guest."

The Count looked at the empty chair. "I suspect there's a good reason."

A loud bang came from the door.

The Count smiled. "I think our guest has arrived."

He sniffed the air, then smiled.

He went to the door and opened it. Larry was there, his hat in hand. "I hope I didn't keep you. The moon has made me miserable. It's almost full."

"Don't worry, I have a nice room for you to stay in if you want to wait for the moon to pass."

"Thank you, Count. You're a great host. As always."

After everyone had eaten to their heart's content, the Count rose and held up his glass. "A toast to our brotherhood. To each other, our friends, and to those whom we serve."

"Here, here!" They all joined and drank their toasts.

They set down their glasses and looked at him expectantly.

"The reason why I've invited you all here this evening is not only for the companionship we all enjoy and share with each other, but to give you warning."

Sherlock tensed for a moment, then relaxed.

"Warning?"Challenger demanded.

Conan cocked an eye on the Count.

"About what?"

Watson shook his head. "Always something to sour the milk, isn't there Holmes."

James leaned over and whispered into Watson's ear. "No one drinks milk here."

"I do." Watson declared.

Everyone broke into laughter.

The Count waited for the laughter to subside, then spoke again. "We all know that the Hollow Man for quite some time now has been amassing an army."

Lord Greystone nodded. "I spotted some of his forces on my last patrol of the Isles of the Behemoth."

"Aye." James agreed. "Captain Nemo has spotted them as well."

"The Count nodded, then eyed his friends.

"My warning is the Legions of Tomorrow are on their way!"

The room became deathly silent.

"Have Wells and Verne confirmed this?"Sherlock demanded.

"Yes. And it's a very real threat. But that threat is still some time away. For tonight..." He said, raising his glass again in a toast. "Let us rejoice in our friendship and pray that we can continue to protect the innocent from the hordes that surely will soon be storming our gates."

"Here, here!" Everyone said and joined in the new toast.

Their jollity filled the ancient hallways of Count Dracula's home, but coming nearer and more near were the hordes. The Legions of Tomorrow, who had a more deadly agenda in mind.

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The Revenge of the Mummy, Chapters 105-108

2/21/2015

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                                                     Chapter One Hundred Five

As the war ships rose from the Thames they immediately began searing the merchant ships, war vessels and dockside structures with deadly swaths of living fire. It was hell on earth. Sailors, tourists, soldiers, civilians screamed and ran for their lives in a futile effort to avoid the flaming death.

A young mother with a baby carriage dashed for the safety of a building, only to have it erupt in flames. Frightened out of her wits she screamed, causing her baby to scream even more in terror as she whipped the baby carriage around to flee in another direction.

Five soldiers ran forth to cover for her, firing at the nearest of the war machines. They never missed a round, but their bullets were useless against the field of green glowing energies that lit up and flashed about the body of the war machines as it was struck.

The war machine slowly turned its evil muzzle of doom towards them and its lens flared to full fury, then the machine vanished in a halcyon of furious energies that resembled threads of force and vanished from existence.

The soldiers and woman looked up and a beautiful flying ship tore across the sky, letting loose first one bolt of powerful energies at a war ship, then launching a torpedo of the same that sawed through the air and took out another war s hip.

The woman suddenly became aware of her baby again and hurriedly swept it up into her arms and cuddled it close. "Now, now, hun, you'll be fine. You'll be fine."

The soldiers ran with her and the baby to a waiting Tesla carrier and it drove off with them, rushing from the hurricane of power weapons pounding each other behind them.

The Master of the World, the incredible ship of Jules and Wells, acquitted itself well that day, annihilating first one war ship, then another before they could move from the Thames or achieve any kind of coordinated firepower.

The sound of fire trucks and paramedics was everywhere on the docks as the last of the warships angled down against the far bank of the Thames, its muzzle of doom slowly drooping until the entire ship came to rest and never moved again.

The soldier who helped the woman and baby into the carrier gave her his coat and even though it was freezing, insisted that she use it. He pulled it close over her and the baby, smiling. "You and your old man must be very proud to have such a fine young girl. I've always wanted one."

She looked up into his eyes. Saw a kind, considerate soul she could learn to love. "I have no husband. He ran off to join the war in the India Isles and never returned."

The soldier shook his head. "How could anyone ever leave someone as beautiful as you and this fine child alone like that? Shame on him!"

She smiled. She did like him. More and more.

Later on, after they parted, but he with her address, and she with his, they would begin seeing each other frequently and one day their friendship would develop into a strapping young boy to join his older sister in play.

So even in those foul conditions where London had come so close to death and destruction, some good had come into being.

                                                Chapter One Hundred Six

"Prepare to engage!" Captain Nemo announced as the golden Nautilus shot into the Thames channel.

Later on Captain Nemo would reveal to Sherlock and his other friends why there were no more war machines rising from the Thames. He and his crew fired their Tesla torpedoes into their underwater base and sent it to the seventh level of hell.

Harry and Moriarity looked on in awe as the Tesla device caused the massive underwater structure to be torn into numerous parts which in turn broke into many more parts, all burning fiercely, as if they were made of magnesium and not plain metal.

No one knows now or then how many poor souls died in that conflagration, but it must be assumed that there were thousands. And to that memory Captain Nemo later on constructed a beautiful underwater shrine to commemorate and remember those souls who had lost their lives in the underwater battle due to no cause of their own. It was a weight and a burden that he would bear with him to his dying days, his inability to spare those lives. For he was neither a cruel man, nor an unjust one and to take even one life in vain was to him a sin worse than death.

                                              Chapter One Hundred Seven

Constable Evans sat on the top step of the constabulary, his eyes on the setting sun. There was so much destruction around but somehow the building still stood.

He felt a presence beside him and then Constable Evans sat next to him.

"We have a lot to talk about."

Inspector Bloodstone raised his weary head to look into the eyes of the child he had helped to bring into this world. "Yes, we do. Son."

Constable Evans smiled. Perhaps hell could sometimes bring also a piece of heaven.

                                        Chapter One Hundred Eight

And so it was that the brave adventurers met one last time before each returned to their various occupatiaons and duties. It was a sad meeting, for many of their friends had not been saved in the cleanup that occurred afterwards. Many of the zombies escaped from the various hiding places and started a different kind of war that caused citizens to use any kind of weapon they could find to save themselves and their families.

It was a short, brutal war that caused even more death, pain and suffering for an already devastated London, but its citizens were made of proud fiber and it's Queen Mary of Scots a brave soul went from city block to city block to speak to her citizens, to encourage them and to render aide wherever possible.

The treasures of the Empire were likely to remain in short supply for decades to come, but the war for survival of man was over and it was now time to rebuild and to heal.

Sherlock stood at the window overlooking the street and smiled as he noted the many children outside playing in the snow, making snow angels and snowmen.

"It seems as if things are slowly getting back to normal." Watson said from beside him.

Sherlock turned to his friend, but he did not see him. The concussion which had rendered him blind had apparently left him that way. Watson didn't care. He was his friend. He felt another presence and turned to face James Moriarity, who was now clean shaven, dressed in a top hat and suit and a cane to support him. He stood on the other side of Sherlock.

"Don't worry, Watson, I shall be his eyes if he needs them."

"And I." Came the voice of Professor Langdon from behind.

"And I." Came the voice of Lady Shareen, holding onto the arm of her dear Lord Graystone, who looked scarred somewhat and fatigued, but as handsome as ever.

"All of us shall be his comfort and his sight." Challenger roared.

The room was silent a moment, then Mrs. Hudson in her own  ineffable way lent a charm to that moment by coming into the room with a huge tray of glasses already filled. "I suggest a toast to our brotherhood."

Conan applauded. They all did as they took a glass.

Watson took a glass and put it into Sherlock's hand Sherlock put a hand over Watson's hand and squeezed. "It's good to have you home, John."

Watson smiled kindly at his friend, his heart torn with emotions. "And it's good to be here with my friend."

Sherlock nodded and raised his glass. "May we always see the Light in all the darkness we must face and may we always cherish the one real thing that life can never take away from us."

He turned towards Watson. "Friendship and love."

"Hear. Hear." Roared his friends and family.

James smiled. He already had plans for Watson and Sherlock, but had not disclosed them for fear of them not being appropriate at the time. But there was no way he was going to break up this new friendship. He had nothing but love and admiration for this man from another world. For had he not also come from another world as well.

Then they heard this tremendous droning sound in the air. They wedged into the narrow area of the window to look out. The Master of the World was descending slowly from the skies.

"I think we have much to discuss with our friends." Captain Nemo pointed out.

Harry, juggling cards between his hands, looked at the First Moriarity and smiled. "All our friends."

Moriarity gave Harry a smile that could be mistaken for nothing less than his heart in his eyes and face.

James looked on the crowd of friends, his memories finally coming back more and more clearly. There was so much to be done. So much healing and mending to do, but now was not the time to dwell on tomorrow.

He raised his own glass. "To Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Watson and the Baker Street Adventurers!"

They all cheered and drank their toasts.

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