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New Perspective - Chapt 3: New Chances

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Published: Sep 17, 2013

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_{They had a funeral the next day, top of a beautiful hill with custom made tomb stone. Sherlock, John, and James were both crying heavily, wishing that Alex didn't died. James grabs his necklace, it was locket watch, placing it down in front of the grave stone. "Here, you need it more than I do." He said sniffling and crying, missing his best friend.

Sherlock and John decided to move to Saint Barbara, California. They sent James back to London to his parents.

Months passed, they visit the grave everyday in the evening. Would tell some stories, sometime repeating them, sometimes telling what they did today. Sometime break into tears, asking why took his son away. John would try to comfort him and himself. Sometimes they would camp near the hill to just remember.

Shawn Spencer also visited the grave. Putting flowers down, would visit once a week. Remembering the child being scared and hurt. Felt so bad for what happened to him.

One day, in the middle of the day. The soil moved, before a hand grasped out of the ground. Healthy looking arm, pushing out of the ground. Whimpering in pain. He coughs and spits out dirt. Though something was different about Alex. If look close on his back was pair of jet black wings.

Confused and dazed right now, looking around before looking at the Tomb Stone that read. Alexander Harrison Holmes, 2003 - 2013 "Beloved son, always be remembered for curiosity and great child."

Tears fell down his cheek. Dead? He couldn't be. He was breathing and alive? Confused. He just remembers passing out then white light. Then darkness and manage to escape his little grave. He sat in front of the grave with his head down. Tears flowing down his cheeks freely. Oh this wasn't fair but guess life is mean.

Hearing foot step approach, two of them. Wanting to run but didn't move. They got closer before stopped maybe eight feet away.

"Hello? Who may you be?" Sherlock asked with a raised brow.

Alex felt more tears fall, sobbing heavily, shaking a little bit. He slowly turned, looking at his parents. "Momma, Daddy." He said sniffling, his eyes watering. He saw shock on their face, and fear a little.

"Alex? Your...your alive? H-How?" Sherlock said. John was also in shock and confused.

"I don't know...I just remember passing out, then a light, then darkness. I dug myself out...I don't understand momma, I was suppose to be dead." He said before crying again. His father came over and hugs him into his chest, sobbing into his chest. Sherlock was trying to figure it out before noticing the wings on his son's back.

"Your back." Sherlock said, going over and touching them gently. Checking if they were real, they were. John looked at it as well, rather interesting but scared. What was his son? Frowning. "Do you think Sherlock?" John said with a raised brow.

Alex looks up. "I don't care what I am or what growth on me, I don't want to die, I want to be with my momma and daddy." He said, scared might reject him.

"Hey it's ok, shhh...it's ok." He said, rubbing his back gently.

Alex clings to his dad and buries his face. "I want to sleep." He yawns tiredly.

"Then go ahead and sleep." Sherlock said softly,

Alex nodded, yawning before falling asleep. He nuzzles against him and curls up. He was picked up and carried home, being placed in their bed for now.}