Author's Notes: This is a small chapter, I know, but the others will be longer, I promise. I hope you like. Enjoy!
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And What If I Said No?
Chapter 1. Homecoming
The same fucking old town.
It just never changed, despite what everyone claimed.
Not that Jim cared about what ordinary people had to say, on the contrary - even if they were adorable. He preferred them fighting or their blood splattered on the wall.
Hmf, this wasn't his main concern now.
He had to play and destroy Sherlock. But way more than before... from the inside. Break him, tear him apart so the residues of him crunch under Jim's foot. Yes...
And he knew just how to do that.
That fool had a soft, humane side. What a weak mistake.
Moriarty had learned to never keep one - and that was his strength. He'd prove Sherlock how inferior he really was...
How nothing worthy would and could ever come out of him again.
Jim sighed, terribly bored, and released the pole of the London's bus he was on, dropping fancifully and gracefully on his feet like a cat. He didn't even have to watch where he fell nor was going - he knew exactly where.
He had the perfect plan to remedy to Sherlock - who'd probably end up being a disappointment, much like everyone else.
Even though it was fun. But it was time to finish it. Show him who was best. Who was the master. The real victor and the most intelligent.
Jim Moriarty.
He had made quite the noticeable entrance: he loved to be drama queen. Like he said, his changeability was his only weakness.
'Dragon's mouth. Aldgate - right side. 15 minutes. Miss me?
I missed you.
- JM. xx'
He pressed 'send' on his iPhone and smirked. Now walking towards the closest tube station with his hands in his black coat pockets, Moriarty had a devious pleasure imagining all the wicked scene to come, somewhat (as much as he could be) looking forward it.
It's been a while, Sherlock...