Welcome to the rather short beginning of my James Moriarty story! I just love him so! I hope that you enjoy!
I don't own Sherlock or any of it's other versions?
Prologue: The Cell Block Tango
Looking back on my life...
My choices...
I'm not surprised that I'm currently sitting in an interrogation room. The bright lights shining down on me making sure that I conceal nothing. I don't know that I really have anything to hide. I mean... it wasn't like I really had a choice in the matter.
You don't tell James Moriarty no.
"Miss. Phoenix, I have a few questions to ask you."
"Sure... but just so you know... He's going to know I'm in here and he's not going to be happy about it."
Ironically, I'm more concerned for the man sitting in front of me. He has no idea who he has messed with.
"Now you seem like a nice girl... How did you get mixed up in all this?"
I take a moment to think.
"I suppose," I murmur, my words slow, "it started when I was a child... If we are going to start somewhere... I suppose it should be at the beginning..." I finish with a sigh half exasperation and half nostalgia.
The man furrowed his brows, but nodded just the same. I gaze off into space, remembering that day that was so very long ago.
"Children are such cruel creatures... and yet so..."
...Misunderstood...