"A long time ago a man named Arthur Conan Doyle wrote a series of stories about a consulting detective called Sherlock Holmes. It was all made up, there never was a Sherlock Holmes. As time went on the characters became famous and people wrote about them and pretended to be them.
That's all the others are. Copies of the originals or famous OC's others have created. I, on the other hand have always been real. I'm even more brilliant than Arthur wrote me. Then the BBC updated them. That's when the others came in. I was the most accomplished serial killer before they came along and messed everything up.
You, on the other hand have quite an interesting tale. I mean Sherlock Holmes... come on? Seriously? You have never been real. You're just a plaything I made to keep back my boredom. In that other universe you were in - solving cases, saving the day, stopping me; you really believed it was real. You really believe that you're real.
Please! In that universe you were too close to messing everything up. You were solving too many puzzles and crimes. You were close to discovering the true plan. Now Sherlock, you know the truth. The others were right, you have never been real. All this time you've been my plaything. You're the puppet and I pull the strings. You'll never get free. You'll never stop me."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"You can't stop me. I .OWN. YOU."
"I can escape. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope."
"Truth be told there is no possibility of you escaping. This is my story and you need to play your part."
"No. I will not be part of your story. I always have a choice."
"Not here."
"Interesting choice of words."
Sherlock looked up at the chandelier that was just above Moriarty's head. He pulled out a gun he had acquired from an previous case and shot the chain holding it to the ceiling. The chandelier fell onto Moriarty. Sherlock quickly dashed out of the room.
Moriarty got up. Sherlock was doing exactly what he wanted. He didn't know it yet but he was playing his part. Pride and courage come before a fall. Sherlock Holmes was close to that fall. What Sherlock didn't realize is that he was also playing his part.