Chapter 1: The First Move

"Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along." -Terry Pratchett

It was December when the story of fate begins. A young woman is sitting in a bar by herself on the cold December evening. She is approached by a few not so gentlemen, who she is aware only want one thing. Her resolve to treat them indefinably is quickly thrown out the window when one of these men pulls her from her seat, to make her pay attention to them. They will quickly learn, that this being is not someone you should play games with, she will injure them all greatly pay for her tab and leave. Unknowns to her a man is watching her from the back of the bar. He will be the first player.

Alessa Crane was many things, but the one thing most people choose to over look was that she was a genius and a fighter. That was probably what had drawn her to the Consulting Criminal in the first place. She had put herself in that light, but she needed him to make the first move. Now the first move wouldn't actually be played until a month later on the day after New Year's Eve.

Walking down the street, Alessa did her best to make sure no one noticed her as she followed the instructions of a note she had received that morning. The note wasn't very long, but it had been printed on very expensive stationary and was written in black ink; the signature was signed by the Spider. In all her years doing undercover work for various agencies, the Spider was always a topic that no one ever brought up. But because of her deep connections to the British Government, she knew exactly what the Spider was and what it meant. It wasn't anything but an invitation into trouble, and that excited her.

She arrived to the location; a black car was sitting there most likely it was there waiting for her. The door opened, Alessa took that as her cue, when she approached the vehicle an average height male stepped out of the car. He was handsome, his black hair was slicked back, and he wore a nice tailored Westwood suit. Alessa noticed he held himself in the manor of a ruler or king, the way he walked indicated to some form of special training. From the way he was looking at her, she knew he was observing her, trying to figure her out like a puzzle. This truly wasn't the first time in her life that this had happened. Soon after his deductions he realized she would not be the first to speak.

"Do you mind?" He asked, but she knew that it really wasn't a question. She followed him into the car, he instructed the man driving to go north.

"You must have so MANY questions." He stated in a light, almost queer tone. But Alessa would not allow herself to be fooled; this man was not someone she wanted to play games with.

After a moment of silence passed, the man turned his head towards his new prey. But before he could speak, Alessa found her voice. "I know you are." She stated in a low calculated tone, her eyes never left the window's view. But she knew he would be shook.

"Then you know what happens to those who do not obey me." At this Alessa turned to look at him, a smirk played on her lips. She gave him a taunting look, her sea foam colored eyes was filled with mirth. His facial expression was nearly unreadable, but then she saw it. Curiosity, yes this could work because now he was interested. This was a good position to be in. "But you wouldn't kill me, not yet." It was his turn to smirk, but then another expression lingered. Oh this was different, very peculiar indeed. This was everything she needed it.

"What makes you so sure?" He countered, fully interested in her response. She leaned towards him, grinning at him seductively. Her curly mahogany hair fell forwards and she peered up at him before gracing him with a simply smirk.

"Because I interest you." She sat back, a smirk on her face. He raised a brow at her, beckoning for her to continue. Alessa turned her head to the window; London flashed her window.

"The letter you sent me was hand written. I know of others who have received letters from The Spider, they'd all been unknown text or an anonymous voice on the other end of the mobile. But I received a hand written letter, which was placed on my favorite book. You did your research, but you still don't know anything about me James Moriarty." Alessa did not look at the man as she revealed she knew his name, and then she heard it. It was the maniac laughing of a madman.

"Your right, my men did everything to find anything about you. But you knew what you were doing; you don't exist in any database." She silently thanked the British Government for that move. They game had already played the first round out, and they both knew Alessa was the clear winner.

The car stopped in front of her flat, Moriarty grabbed her wrist as exited the car. "We will be in touch." He told her, his look was menacing. She didn't reply, not because she was afraid or didn't have anything to say, Alessa just felt it pointless to respond. Beginning her walk to the door she turned to see Moriarty shutting the car door. Then she called out to him, in a low voice. "They call me The Fate." Alessa informed him before entering into her flat.

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Here's the next installment, not really what you were thinking it would be was it. Stay tune, I promise you will be fully interested to find out what happens next. Please leave a comment telling me what you think, all feedback is welcomed and much adored. Until next time.