Hello everyone! This is a story about Sabrina Moran and Jim Moriarty, as I said before is a gender swap story with fem!moran I have also an OC who is the other sniper of Jim: Nicholas. I have two other stories you can read if you like Irene Adler and Sherlock fictions, but you can read it separately. Well, here I leave you the summary:
Sabrina Moran's parents died when she was sixteen. They left her with nothing and to survive she decided to become a hired gun. Four years later, in Moscow, she is caught by a terrorist band and then saved by a man. That man turns out to be a consulting criminal, the only one in the world, and he hires her as a sniper. This is the story about their adventures together.
I do not own the characters except the OC!
Prologue
I was going deeper and deeper into a cold dark nothing. I was free falling with nothing to grab, and the worst was that it was no one's fault but me that I was in that situation or maybe the worst was that I didn't mind dying, maybe because deep inside I thought that someone would save me or maybe because I thought I had leave enough, because actually I didn´t find any good reason to live.
I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, my heart was racing and so was my head. I was trying hard to think, I was trying so hard that I couldn't focus. That's when I decided that it wasn't worth it to try anymore, so I just closed my eyes. Fifteen seconds before the start of the fall I hit against water. The adrenaline mixed with the cold water and I started shaking violently, I needed to free my hands and my feet, my eyes and my mouth were also tied, but it didn't matter so much.
The water started to get inside me; I knew that I just had ten more seconds before I started to drown. Funny, we're an eighty per cent of water, ironic to die because of adding a five per cent more. I got to free myself before I died, when I got to the surface I took of the thing that was tying my mouth and also the one on my eyes. It didn't make a great change, screaming was useless and stupid, and I was entirely surrounded by water. In front of me there was a huge cliff impossible to climb, the only thing I could do was keep on swimming.
I started to get tired, I'm prepared to suffer physically, but this was too much for me. I was very cold, my head hurt and the wound on my leg was pretty painful. I kept swimming for a while, until I saw a small beach. I struggled to swim till I reached the sore. I lied down the sand trembling, the sky was dark and there was no moon. I closed my eyes, I knew that someone might see me there, but I just didn't care anymore. I fell asleep knowing that this might be the last time I fall by all meanings.
TWO YEARS AFTER:
When I was ten years old my father gave me a semi-automatic as a birthday present, he said "I give you this Sabrina, because I know you're strong, you're a predator, my girl, and as a predator we have to kill if we want to survive, and sometimes we have to forget feelings for our own safety". Six years later he and my mother died on a plane crash.
I am not a very sentimental person, but the death of my parents was a hard blow to me. I was left alone; I had no one to take care of me. The only thing I had left was five thousand dollars and a house too big for me. I bought a flat and in a year I was absolutely ruined, the money was gone, the bank seized the house and I could no longer pay the flat's rent. I was too young to start working on anything; I thought that was the end of my life. I thought that, until I saw my tenth birthday present hidden on a drawer, inside a small box.
I didn't think of it for long, because I knew that if I started to think of the consequences I would back off, and I really needed money. My father used to tell me stories about his youth, about when he was in Afghanistan, about how did they were left in a dark and cold place to wait for the enemy to come, and when it came they shot at each other, randomly, not caring about who did the killed. When I was born, my father was overprotective, he always tried to make me feel safe, but as I grow up, he realized that one day I would be alone, so he taught me how to protect myself. I didn't thank him enough, but indeed, I never thought of how useful that was going to be to me.
It didn't cost me much to find a man, I still remember his laugh when I told him my purpose, I remember his face when, without even blink, I pulled out of my pocket the semi-automatic and warned him to not to laugh of me again. Inside I was actually trembling, but my hand was steady. He sent me to a man who told me he had a job for me, and if I did it correctly he would pay me five thousand dollars.
My job was to follow a man to a dark alley and then shoot him from a third floor, I silently followed the man and when he was on that alley I held the gun with my wright hand and I pulled the trigger. At the sweet age of sixteen I killed my first victim. That's how I became a slaughter.
I walked across the empty streets; my eyes flew searching for any movement. Everything was extremely quiet, only the sudden rain broke the silence. "Shit!" I muttered as I pulled my jacket over my head. I grabbed strongly the briefcase and kept walking.
Suddenly I saw my men crossing the pavement in front of me. I let a few seconds pass before I started following him, he was definitely an idiot. We ended up in front of a small local with big Russian letters over the door. I sneaked inside silently, opened the briefcase and got out the gun inside it. I followed the guy, the local was a little bit more cheered than the outside, but not very much, there were a few men drinking some sort of liquor, similar to vodka, some of them were too drunk to even talk. I looked as my target got into a small room and closed the door behind him. I followed him and found myself below a lamp, in a bad lighted and dirty room. Before I had the chance to analyze the room I was hit on my back and I fell to the floor.
When I opened my eyes again I was tied up to a chair, and several men were staring at me. "You filthy little rat" The shortest man started to say, when he came near me I recognized him, he was Viktor Dorofeyev, one of the most powerful man in Russia and of course the most dangerous. "You think you could kill my contact and go away like that?" He said, his grey eyes were staring directly at me "You stupid girl will repent of this" at that moment I stopped listening and started searching for a way out. In this job you need to have in mind a few things, but two of them are literally vital: You don't hesitate in pulling the trigger and when something goes wrong find a way out, any way is valuable. But as I searched for a way out, I found something more interesting; a man was standing in front of me, leaning back on the wall. As I looked at him he smiled "Well darling" He said, the other men turned around "I suppose that you are not very comfortable in that chair, are you?" He was talking to me, why the hell was he talking to me and wandering around as if that was his place? Probably the people around me were wondering the same, but they didn't say anything, as my target was taking a few steps back the shots started. I noticed that was my chance and I reached for the dagger inside my boot. I cut the tides and I searched for him, in all that mess he was scared to death. I found him lying on the floor like a child, terrified. Without giving him time to do anything I cut his throat and took the pen drive that was inside his pocket. As I was standing up I saw a pair of legs in front of me, I raised looking at the black suit and then we were face to face. He had black hair and light brown eyes, and the most important thing was, that he was pointing at me with a revolver. I had been extremely dumb, I shouldn't have stop paying attention, but that could be fixed.
With a single move I blocked his arms and took out again my dagger pointing at his neck, I was expecting him to do something, to beg for his life or to start cursing me. I was expecting him to do anything, but I was definitely not expecting him to burst into laughter.
Well, what do you think? I have never done a mormor or a gender swap story before, I'm new at this. Next chapter will be about Sabrina meeting Moriarty. By the way, the beginning of this chapter is a piece of another chapter I have in mind. Please let me know what you think! Review!