Moriarty's POV

"It has begun, M." I placed the note on top of the cape.

"I could take it sir." My assistant asked her shaking hands reaching towards the box.

"No!" I said ripping it away from her. "You are too incompetent to even hold the box. Plus I must do this myself, to make a point." I threw on my cap as I tapped the box shut. "Can I trust you to go pick up the package!" I asked.

"P…Package?" She stuttered.

I sighed as I brought my hand back as if to hit her.

She flinched as she screamed, "NO!" I remember now, the girl, I know!" Her fear made me laugh.

"Good now go." I said still laughing

As she hurried out of the room, I quickly pulled out a gun and shot the wall next to her causing her to scream. I loved people's pain and fear. And I loved it more when I was the cause of it. It made me feel powerful. As I walked to the car, all I could think of was Grace. I hated how much in love with her I was. I wanted to kill her, but the thought of her dying made me sad. Suddenly my phone rang breaking my concentration. "What!" I snapped.

"They just left sir. Sherlock and the girl." The voice said.

I could feel the rage building up inside of me. I could almost picture Sherlock with his arms around Grace laughing and smiling. I wanted to shoot him, right in the head, sending his blood and brains all over Grace. And as she cried over him, I would grab her, dragging her back to my apartment, throw her on my bed, and take her right then and there.

"Sir," The voice interrupted again. "If you interrupt my thoughts again I will skin you."

"But sir, I just wanted to let you know that John is still in the apartment."

"Damn!" I exclaimed as I slammed the box into the trunk." Alright go help retrieve the package."

"Package?" He asked.

"My God, I am surrounded by imbeciles. The girl you idiot!"

"Oh yes sir, I will go get the pac…" I quickly hung up the phone as I sat in the car.

"Oh my Grace, you will be mine soon." I said to myself as I headed to 221B Baker Street. I pulled onto the street and parked. Slowly I closed my eyes, imagining how it would feel to feel Grace's skin under my hands.

"Moriarty," I could hear her calling out my name as my lips met hers.

Suddenly I got really tense, I was thinking too much of love. Suddenly the vision changed. It was Grace screaming and crying as I threw her into the corner.

"Moriarty! Stop!" She screamed as I laughed.

I opened my eyes looking over at the flat. I watched as John slowly walked out. "Yes!" I exclaimed. This was going to be fun. After I grabbed the box, I walked to the door. Knocking on it, I quickly pulled the cap over my face.

"Oh hello," Mrs. Hudson said opening the door. "Who's the package for?"

"A Miss Grace Watson."

"Oh yes, you can just head up the stairs, the door is probably open, knowing them."

"Thank you," I nodded sounding as meek as I could. But as soon as I turned away, a wicked smile appeared on my face. Slowly I made my way up the stairs; I set the box right in the middle of the room. I walked over to the couch picking up one of the blankets and held them up to my face. I breathing in Grace's scent holding the blanket as close to my body as if it were Grace I was holding. Btu the rage built up inside me and I ripped the blanket in half laughing as I did it. I looked over my shoulder to see my reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. I smiled as I walked over to the mirror slamming my fist into it sending shards flying.

I took off running, I ran down the stairs and all the way to my car. I got into it, slamming my foot on the gas as I quickly took off back to my flat. When I got inside, I found that the package had arrived. She was tied to the chair, a gag in her mouth. I made my way over to her, ripping the gag out. She began screaming at the top of her lungs but that quickly stopped as I slapped her.

"Now, now, there is no need to scream it's not like anyone can hear you." I said.

"Wh…wh... what do you want with me?" She whimpered and I smiled.

"Well you see my dear, this game that I have been playing has turned into a war and unfortunately, you are the first causality." I brought out my gun and shot her in the head, her blood splattered all over the walls.

"Sir," My assistant said coming in. "What happened to your hand?"

"Nothing," I said looking down at my hand. My hand was cut, my blood falling to the floor.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Will you just take the girl?"

"Yes sir," He said as he snapped his fingers and two other men came and grabbed the body. "Why are we taking her to the Holmes' place?"

"Because I am ready to begin the game and I am ready to win my prize." I smiled.

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