Wow, I'm on fire today. xD Short chapter for now, John's point of view. Poor guy. D': Also, thank you so much to the reviews and my fans! I don't reply, but you're really giving me the confidence to carry on and just letting you know how much I love you allllllll 3
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Bloody Jim Moriarty.
I'm a weak, feeble person who can't help himself. I'm nothing, really. I'm Mr. Moriarty's little game. He makes me do things, I obey, and I have to wait for Sherlock's great appearance, as if he's Superman. Me, the typical damsel-in-distress.
I hate this.
Sometimes I regret ever meeting Sherlock Holmes and agreeing to live with him in his little flat at 221B Baker Street. What am I but a little sheep, however? I'm nothing really important, just Doctor Watson, the guy who helps solve crimes with Sherlock Holmes. That's what everybody thinks of me. Why can't I be a person, a real person?
I watch Sherlock's every move, my heart boiling up with hatred. Anybody was better than him right now. I knew what he's going to choose, and so does Jim Moriarty. He's cleverer than I thought, and now I can only think that Sherlock's stupider than I thought.
Any moron knows the Earth revolves around the sun, apart from him.
He lacks basic knowledge. Sure, he can deduce things from looking at your shoes, but what the hell, he doesn't even know who the Prime Minister is. What kind of supergenius is he, if he doesn't know things like that? Quite frankly, his little speech he gave me about putting important things in your mind is ridiculous.
I stare at his locks of black curls resting on his head, those grey, piercing eyes and were staring right at Moriarty's grin. I scowl as I study every part of his body that's in view, thinking about the decision he was going to make and what was going to happen to me.
I'm a helpless, fragile man who's going to be killed so very soon.
I suppose I can't centre all the hatred on Sherlock, though. No, this is Moriarty as well. That psycho bastard. I can't believe he likes to do these things for fun. Strap bombs to people's chest. Pretend he's 'from IT' and really be a consulting criminal. Blow up houses for the hell of it. Make people suffer, like I am now.
Sherlock Holmes' is going to kill me and I can do nothing to stop him.