Something Beautiful- Ten

He was really just another Westwood suit in London. People brushed past, unaware of who he was, what he was capable of. Silly, ridiculous people, with emotions, he could burn them all in a second.

It was enough to make any ordinary man go insane. But as an already insane man? He thrived. Running the world, deciding someone's fate with one press of a button. Having control over millions of people at once. Just the flick of the wrist. That was all it would take. One signal, and the jogger beside him would be shot dead instantaneously.

But he was too interested in one person to bother with the rest. A person so interesting, his mind raced when she was merely mentioned. His blood boiled in his painful, heated, heart when he learned that she was still alive.

She was just so interesting. So like him. So brilliantly twisted in all the right ways.

She came to him for advice on playing the Holmes brothers. She played it just right, and pretty soon, she'd had both The Ice Man and The Virgin dancing like dolls for her.

She fascinated him. The only person who could manipulate someone better than he could. He tracked her. He could go as far as saying he was obsessed with her.

Obsessed with every part of her. He tracked and mapped her movements so meticulously that he knew exactly where she was going that dark night that Holmes had saved her. And it hurt him. His obsession was slipping away. And there was nothing he could do.

He wasn't used to being powerless. He hated it. He'd gone out that night and killed a few men to calm his raging pulse. It was how he operated.

And, then he caught her. Leaving his flat, tears in her ice blue eyes. Just days before he killed Holmes. Clever girl.

Not clever enough. She had anticipated Holmes' survival, but not his. And that was her downfall.

He knew her weakness now. Sherlock Holmes. And she was his. They were making this too easy for him.

But for now, he would wait. He wouldn't act too soon. He needed them as close as possible before he ripped them apart. Literally. He wanted to tear off her skin.

Jim Moriarty wanted to lull her into a false sense of security before he struck. Because she was his very favourite obsession.

And he didn't let his obsessions get away from him. Ever.