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Closure: Chapter Four
The pain was dull, but persistent as Brom struggled to open his eyes. He tried to speak, but only managed a low groan.
"Brom?" It was his mother's voice.
He groaned again.
"His fever has broken," came Will's exhausted voice, from somewhere above him.
"Thank God," Griet replied, her voice thick with emotion, as though she'd been crying for some time.
Brom's eyes opened at last. He was in his own bedroom, covered to the neck in warm blankets, with a few candles lit. His mother was seated next to him on the bed, and Will was leaning against the doorframe. It was night, though Brom could not tell if it was still the same night or not. How long had he been asleep?
"Will..." He did not even recognize his own voice, and his throat was unbearably dry.
His brother was at his side in an instant. "Brom?"
"I've had...my dreams have..." Brom broke off, coughing.
Suddenly a cup of water was pressed to his lips, and with Griet's help, Brom managed to sit up and drink some of it. T
Closure: Chapter Three
Darkness settled uneasily over Sleepy Hollow, as Brom ordered Glen and Theodore to split up. They would cover more ground that way, and with any luck, be able to find the Horseman before he claimed his next victim.
Hours passed as Brom remained on his horse's saddle. The horse himself, a brazen stallion named Lucky, was clearly disturbed by the supernatural presence that plagued the village. Lucky shifted, and snorted in the cool evening air.
He couldn't say how long he was there before he heard the scream. He rode toward the sound, clinging on to the desperate prayer that maybe, just maybe
And then he'd seen the Horseman in the doorway of the Killian home, carrying a bag stuffed to full capacity. Brom had no illusions as to what was in that sack. He only hoped that Crane and young Masbath were not among the victims.
I'm too late.
A surge of anger swept over him, and he gritted his teeth. The Horseman would not claim another victim, not if he could hel
Closure: Chapter Two
"And now," Brom's double said, "We're going to explore the benefits of existing outside this mortal plane."
Bromthe real Brom, as far as he knewstood watching himself snicker as Ichabod Crane rode up on horseback, looking ridiculous on the old nag of a horse named Gunpowder. It had seemed a good deal funnier then.
He turned to his double. "What do you mean?"
With an infuriating smile, the double pointed to a spot in the foliage, which was moving ever so slightly. It could have been rabbits, or squirrels. But as Brom moved closer, he discovered the true source of the movement.
"Will?" he exploded.
Willem was crouched behind a tree, half hidden by the leaves of a fallen branch. He was peering out at the scene before him intently, oblivious to Brom or his mysterious guide.
"It may have been the Witch," Theodore murmured to Glen. Brom, who was preoccupied with watching Crane, merely nodded absently.
Ichabod Crane, who up until that moment had be
Closure: Chapter One
His guide led him past the general store and the cobbler's, down towards the smithy where Brom worked.
It was a proud tradition in the Van Brunt family, and Brom had never questioned when his father trained him as a blacksmith, as his own father had done before him. And he had enjoyed learning something new, having never been afraid of a challenge. After his father's death, he and his younger brother Willem ran the smithy.
He heard the sounds of a hammer on metal from inside, the hiss of metal on water, and his guide stopped.
"Welcome home...in a sense," his double said, beckoning with his hand. Instantly, they were inside the smithy.
Brom saw himselfnot his double, but rather a memory of himself, hammering a piece of metal. His brother had his back to the intruders, busy as he was with the cooling piece of metal he held with a pair of tongs.
"When is this?" he asked softly.
"Only a week before your battle with the Hessian Horseman," his double replied. Brom's
(A/N: This is based on the 1999 movie version of 'Sleepy Hollow', starring Johnny Depp and Christina Ricci. Oddly enough, I found myself falling head over heels not for Depp (who seemed to have a monopoly on falling in that film), but on Casper van Dien as Brom Van Brunt. Oh, come on, he's a hunk. I was so angry when he was killed, and so I finally wrote this fic, in which he lives, and gets (wait for it) character development! Think he's nothing but a muscle-bound jerkwad? Think again.)
The last thing he recalled was the water.
It rushed around him, and the weight of his clothes dragged him down. The water filled his mouth, his lungs, and finally consumed him. His exhausted body was swept up in the current, helpless to fight anymore. He despised being helplessit almost never happened to him. There was no situation he could not fight his way out of...
There had been a flash of intense pain across his abdomen, and then a blow to the head, sending him
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