As clever as he was, of course Sherlock Holmes was not the only man in the world of such intelligence. There was one other man to rival him – James Moriarty. And just as Sherlock faked his suicide, so did his nemesis.
How did Jim do it? Well, to tell you would just ruin the fun, wouldn't it? No, we'll leave that up to your imagination to decide. But James was every bit as alive as Sherlock, and every bit as determined. He wasn't nearly done with his little game yet, and why on earth would he choose to die just as things were starting to get fun? No, no, Jim from IT was back and better than ever – something as silly as one little bullet wasn't going to stop him.
Now the real question was how to torture his favorite little puppet next. He was done with the dance – all he wanted now was to inflict pain. Jim had no real motive other than his boredom, but for him boredom was powerful enough. Watching Sherlock suffer was Jim's favorite form of entertainment, and he couldn't wait for the next "episode" to begin.
Suddenly, the brilliant idea occurred to him. Sherlock cared for very few people – there were only about five that would actually affect him. But they were all ordinary people, and Jim could easily take them – Molly, John, Greg, Mycroft, and Mrs. Hudson – and he knew without a doubt that Sherlock would do whatever he was asked to get them back.
Jim grinned to himself for developing such a brilliant plan, and eventually the grin turned into a laugh. A cold, high cackle that could almost be considered a singsong. A minor melody for Jim to hear, and Jim alone.