Boring
Boring. That was the one word that so perfectly encompassed Moriarty's world. The people, the places, the schemes. All so boring. It was hard for someone like him, with his mind so full, gears always turning, to relate to his weak-minded counterparts. They were just so ordinary.
Jim wanted to be ordinary. To feel the way ordinary people felt. Jim wanted the life where he could learn from his mistakes and love freely. If only he could relish in that feeling, he would cease to be so unhappy and forgotten. Jim got out once. Just for that one moment. When he had to woo Molly Hooper. He honestly never wanted to hurt her, but they made him. He couldn't help it. It was all part of the plan. The plan Jim never wanted to be a part of.
James had formulated every aspect of the plan that would bring the demise of Sherlock Holmes. He had nothing against Mr. Holmes personally, but the plan was ordered by Moriarty, and if he didn't obey he may not be let out again for weeks.
James had always been able to see what the ordinary people didn't take the time to notice. The little details that went by unseen and unassuming to the vast majority of the population. It pained him to know that he may be the only one who could really see. That is, except for Sherlock Holmes. In a perfect world James and Sherlock wouldn't be adversaries, but instead intellectual equals. Unfortunately for James, that perfect world could never exist as long as Moriarty maintained his firm grip on their lives.
Moriarty always had the final word. His domain and power knew no boundaries. He wanted to destroy Sherlock Holmes, but even that wouldn't be enough. He was going to burn the heart out of him. Tear at it, piece by piece, until no recognizable scrap was left.
John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade. They were all pieces of Sherlock's heart, and as each piece crumbled, Moriarty would bask in the horrific anguish of Sherlock. He would laugh as each shot rang out and watch as they fell. One by one. He wanted to finally break Sherlock and he wouldn't stop until he did.
Maybe then he wouldn't be so bored. Maybe life would cease to be so bloody ordinary. Maybe then they would all know what it was like for Jim, James, and even Moriarty.
Fin.