James did not truly understand why he had been so upset John was moving. After all, he had only just met John yesterday, and yet he had only ever remembered feeling this empty once before, the day he found out his mum had died. But he already had an idea of how to fix how he was feeling, he was going to get rid of as much memory of John Watson as he could. However, he first let the picture of John flash through his head first, and he felt the same sadness as before. James shook his head, enough. He stopped thinking of John and tried his very best to forget about that day and the previous one. The day he met John.
The following week had defiantely not been the best James had experienced and it started with Carl Powers. It was Monday and the first day James would go to school without…. that other kid by his side. Not that it mattered, he was fine alone, alone protected him. And there and then he decided to never have anyone in his life he could call a 'friend'.
James found his way to his locker and began opening it up, he hoped that Carl Powers and his idiotic gang weren't at school. Although, they had never beat him up, they might. You can take them on even if they do, a voice in his head said. But what if they attack me with more than 3 guys? And last time I had the surprise attack. Yep I'm screwed if they beat up me.
However, James did manage to make it the rest of the school day without running into Powers. His good luck didn't last long though, on his way home he didn't get more than two blocks in before running into Carl Powers and the two guys from the Thursday before, plus three extra boys. He knew he was in a ton of trouble, last time he saw Carl Powers he had punched Powers in the face. That was him vs just Powers though, while his two sidekicks from before looked on with too much shock to move. Now there were five and James honestly had no idea what to do. They approached him with sickening smiles on their faces.
"Heard you're a new kid- James Moriarty. Am I right?" Carl Power said, the smile on his face growing bigger as James nodded his head. "You probably didn't know that no one, ever, treats me like that. And we're here to teach you a lesson." James stood there nervously as the group began forming a circle around him. The two new guys in the group, who James decided to call sasquatch and duck face, lunged at him and painfully twisted his arms behind his back. James squirmed, but his efforts were useless. Carl laughed and began punching him. First he punched mainly James' stomach, then he moved up to James' face and kept hitting his left cheek over and over again. Carl would have kept on going except Eric and Tony pulled him back and told him that James had had enough. Reluctantly, Powers stopped and told sasquatch and duck face to let James go. James fell to the ground clutching his stomach and cringed when he touched his left cheek. He sat up, even though his whole body was screaming sounds of protest. He managed to drag himself home and immediately iced his cheek. He was thankful his ribs didn't feel like they were broke, but he knew people would be talking about the big blue purple bruises appearing on his cheek the next day. When his father got home from his job at the grocery store and asked about the bruise on James' face, he simply told his father that he should see the other guy. His father had clapped him on the back and said, "That's my boy."
The same thing happened almost everyday after school, James tried taking different routes to school each day, but no matter what way he took Powers and his gang was always following him. James asked his father if he could pick him up from school, but his father had told him he couldn't afford taking time off work or leaving early, they really needed the money. The situation with Powers was bad but, one of the worst times was when Carl had broken his arm and he had to go to the hospital. James convinced everyone he had fallen on his arm really hard during recess. He was not going to tell on Powers' though, James Moriarty never asked for help. He was bullied two weeks straight before James snapped and decided he had had enough.
That was when James decided he was going to kill Carl Powers. James smiled to himself, he was good at science and one of his secret, slightly psychopathic obsession, was making poison. He couldn't explain why, but poison interested him so much, a substance that could kill you! Imagine! He had always kept this obsession to himself for obvious reasons though. The smile got bigger as he thought of throwing Powers in the school's swimming pool afterward. His smiled disappeared for a second, Carl deserves it though, if it weren't for the stupid boys in his group, pulling him back Powers would have killed me, James thought to himself.
This was the first time he had ever felt like this. Even at his old school he had never felt like murdering anyone, but then again not one person had been so obsessed with hurting him so much. And those past two weeks had really changed James Moriarty, now he was ready to prove to Powers, and someday the world, how smart and deadly he truly was.