Fanfiction: BBC Sherlock (I own nothing)
Character: Jim Moriarty (child), later Sherlock
Pairing: Non (for now)
Summary: You never wondered why Moriarty is what he is? No one is born evil, right?
When Jim said, that he made Carl stop laughing, I wondered what his childhood could have been like (bullying and so on). I tried to imagine what could have caused Moriarty to transform into this mad psychopath XD This fanfiction is made out of Jim's entries in his diary 'Sebastian'. It begins in 1986, with Jim beeing 10 years old.
Dear Diary
Saturday, the 15th February 1986
Well... Hello, book?
I guess, diary.
One of father's women gave you to me. I guess she wants to brown-nose me. I wonder if she even noticed me. Normally they don't.
Know what? Dad will dump her soon anyway... Like always. I don't even know her name. Probably Mary, Sherry, Sarah.. Whatever. Father is never nice to them. He beats them. They cry. I can hear it upstairs. Women are so annoying. Weak. Stupid. Why do they always go back to Dad, when he hurts them?
Well... I don't really
Tuesday, the 4th March 1986
I want a sister a brother... But Dad doesn't want to get a Mum for me.
At least he gives me his credit card, so I can buy myself everything I like.
You don't possibly know a shop where you can buy mothers? Or siblings?
Just kidding, I know there are no such shops, at least no legal ones.
Wednesday, the 5th March 1986
I'm lonely. All the other kids at school are so stupid.
They play dull games and talk about lame things.
Why are they so dumb? Or am I too smart?
Friday, the 7th March 1986
I'm too clever, I guess.
Today, my teacher said I'm too quiet and introverted. I should try to play with the others.
I'm not withdrawn. I just don't want to play with idiots.
She gave me a :(-smiley in my notebook, because I told her so.
I wanted to thrust my pencil in her eye. Daddy would probably would have done so.
Monday, the 10th March 1986
It's nice to have someone to talk to. Even if it's just a book that can't answer.
Friday, the 21th March 1986
I will call you Sebastian. That's a cool name.
Saturday, the 22th March 1986
Maybe you wonder why I named you Sebastian.
Long names are great. Unique names are great. They show that the person thought about it, before naming you. Well, I think every name is better than Jim.
You know... Mother died after my birth and she didn't have a name for me. At least that's what Dad said. That's why he had to take me in. And give me a name. Well, I don't think he thought a lot about it. Maybe he heard some mother shouting down the street "JIIIIIIIM" for her child after he left the hospital with me and that's how he got it. I don't know. I can't ask him. He doesn't have time.
Sunday, the 23th March 1986
Today I saw Dad hitting one of his women. I never saw that before, just heard it.
She cried and he beat her up even more. They were in his office, he stood there, she laid on the floor. She bled. Her nose and her mouth. And when she didn't stop screaming, Dad smashed the wine bottle over her head. It looked so easy. He just did it, like switching on the light or making toast. (Not like he ever made toast for me... I have to do it myself, since the Nanny left... I don't know the reason why.)
She was silent.
Dad came in my room this night. I don't know the last time he did. Maybe he never did before...
He knew, that I saw.
He sat next to me on my bed and stroked my hair with a smile. I smiled back. I wasn't scared at all.
I asked him why he killed her. He said, because that's what people do.
I had to laugh and he did, too. It was nice. I hope he kills another woman and then comes to my room again to laugh with me about it. That would be nice, don't you think, Sebastian?
Sunday, the 6th April, 1986
Spending time with Daddy is nice.
He is in his office and works and I can sit there with him, as long as I'm silent.
I just sit in a corner with my book and observe him and his guests. They are all afraid of him. No one dares to look him in the eyes. Most of them don't even lift their heads, when he calls them in.
It's great.
He is like a king. And logically, I'm the prince.
Well, Seb, it's not like he suddenly reads bedtime stories to me or goes to the amusement park with me. But.. He allows me to be with him. When he lowers his voice to threaten one of those cowards, I have to smirk behind my book.
Daddy is scary. I want to be like him.
Wednesday, 9th April 1986
"Better feared than loved." Nice quote, don't you think, Seb?
I've read it in one of Daddy's books. Those books are awesome.
Daddy is smart.
But I think I'm smarter.
Being smart and scary, that will be great.
Saturday, the 12th April 1986
I'm almost done with the folders in my Daddy's desk.
He has done so many bad things, Sebastian. It's very intriguing.
I will do far worse things. I will do the things better then him. I'm more intelligent. Many of his crimes are so dull and predictable... I can do it better.
If all those people fear and respect someone as unimaginative as my Dad...
They will fear me more than him. They will respect me even more, Sebastian.
No one will laugh at me again.
Wednesday, the 16th April 1986
Dad told me a bit about his money laundering.
If you ask me, I think it's rather unimaginative, but I guess it's enough to fool stupid people.
Sunday, the 20th April 1986
Gambling, Cases of fraud, blackmailing, kidnapping, violence, murder, harassment, attempted murder, murder, slashing, slaughter, strangle, throttle, murdering... Did I mention the murdering?
Blood and thunder, Seb!
Wednesday, the 30th April 1986
Sebby, I'm lonely. It's good to have you.. But well, you're a book and can't answer.
Thursday, 15th May 1986
Today I learnt a lesson. No, Seb, No stupid lesson in school.
Those teachers are incapable of teaching me anything useful.
No, Sebastian, I learnt to shut up.
I told father today, that it was stupid to kill this new girl in our house.
He hit me.
I liked it more, when he ignored me. I'm angry.
It's better to keep quite.
Friday, the 16th May 1986
If you want to say something, let others say it. If you want to do something, let others do it. That's safer. And it is so easy, Sebastian. Just get someone stupid and talk to him, until he does what you want. It is so easy. So unbelievable easy.
Manipulating is so much fun.
Now I know what to do with those idiot-schoolmates.
Tuesday, the 20th May 1986
I think I made an ally today, Sebastian. Timmy.
No, don't worry, no need to get jealous.
He is just a stupid accumulation of muscles. But that's the point! A big gorilla without much of a brain. I will train him to obey me. You know, like a dog. He will be very useful. It's not very difficult.
Monday, the 26th May 1986
Rodney's (you know the friend of Timmy) father is scientist.
It's good to have useful allys.
Wednesday, the 28th May 1986
Timmy's mother is stupid.
I copied Godfrey's behaviour. (You know, he is a classmate and all the parents and teachers just love him)
It was so much fun.
I like acting. And this woman believed me entirely. I really wonder whether all women are so utterly stupid.
Saturday, the 31th May 1986
I have to correct myself, Seb:
Timmy's father is as stupid as his wife. So not only women, but men too.
Monday, the 2nd June 1986
Rodney's father is cool. He works in a morgue!
That's so great.
When I'm at Rodney's place and his father comes home, he always talks about work at the dining table. I'm the only one listening.
It's very useful. For later.
Friday, the 6th June 1986
I wish father would talk with me, like Rodney's dad.
But father seems busy lately.
Sunday, the 8th June 1986
Father is nervous. He doesn't leave the house any more, Seb.
He doesn't see guests any more. Not even women.
Something is wrong...
Monday, the 9th June 1986
There are police cars parking before our house.
They had found out something.
That was the first chapter, I hope you liked it. :)