I do not own Sherlock. BBC owns it... duh
I opened my eyes and my vision was blurry. I heard a muffled song being sung. "Come stranger, walk this path with me tonight. Take pleasure in the dark- come- take the air. Let my hand lead yours, your eyes hold back your fright. Remove all doubt, release your burdened care. Come, stranger, your buckling legs are too slow. Your face as wan as milk within a pail; we have a distance on this path to go, a journey you did promise without fail. Stanger, to sit and weep is misery- yours not mine, for this way I know too well. Take your heart; you've been unchained, set free, by the faint tolling of that distant bell. Stranger, your dream is done and now we leave; let others weep for you, let others grieve." It's that damn poet again. I guess I should start calling her Maya now, given that she's got a name. Creepy little quirks she has, though. This is going to ruin poems for me, not that they weren't great to begin with. My kid will never dabble in poems. That's just odd. "Oh look who's awake! Isn't that quaint?" She exclaimed. As far as I could tell, we were in a building. It smelled of grease and oil. I looked around to try and get some clue to where I was, but it was too dark. I could only make out two figures. One, I was assuming was Maya; I didn't recognize the other figure.
The well-dressed man walked forward, closer to me. He bent down to me, "Comfortable? I tried to find the best chair I could for my best guest." He grinned.
"Where am I?" I asked, blinking a few times to get my brain working.
"You are at one of my favorite places for a getaway." He laughed.
"Who are you?" I continued.
"I'm Jim. Hi!" He said, holding out his last word.
"So, you're Moriarty?" I replied, connecting the dots. His dark, slicked back hair made him seem put-together despite his obvious insanity. His dark eyes pierced through mine as if he was reading me, or taunting me. His whole demeanor said human, but his shadow begged to differ.
He nodded. "And you're Doctor John Watson," He said, mimicking a soldier tone, "a former friend of Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective!"
"Former?" I asked.
"Yes well, you are my hostage." He cleared his voice, "Oops." He continued with a childish tone.
"What have you done with Sherlock?" I asked.
"Oh, Maya over there," he pointed, "left her a pretty little note."
"What note?" I inquired.
Maya stepped slowly started walking forward, "Darkest days and darker nights. All fought in a fearless flight. To shame the name of one's foes, conceals a fate that no one knows. Live or die? That is the key, to take one step away from me. Dearest Sherlock, will you win? Or lose to the monster kept within? Spin her round and watch her go. Solve the case to go on home. Another riddle, another game; to put him in an endless shame. Watch the fire, watch it run. How long will it take to save John Watson?"
"What does that mean?" I snapped.
"Oh I wouldn't want to spoil the fun." Jim taunted.
"Our story's just begun." Maya finished.
"Sherlock's on her way, and that's the important thing. So, I'm going to give you this." Moriarty smiled, handing me an earpiece. "It's a little cliché, but it gives me some class. I'm going to tell you what to say, and you will say it. If you don't-"
"I'll die?" I finished.
Moriarty closed his eyes and nodded his head, "Good. You're getting the idea. Now, sit tight. If you do anything I don't want you to do, I will kill you. If you say anything I don't want you to say, I will kill you. If you move in a way that I don't like, I will kill you. If you cry and I don't want you to, I will kill you. If you even breathe and I don't want you to, I will kill you. I am not one for surrender. I honestly couldn't care less if you're Sherlock's reason for living. I will kill you. Mind tricks won't work on me like they did on Maya over here. I simply don't care." He laughed, "Let me show you a nice demonstration." He turned to Maya, "You let John talk you into something. That's careless. I don't like careless Maya." He lifted his hands out to his sides and shrugged. Red dots appeared all over her.
Maya started to panic, "What? I brought him to you?! You can't do this?"
Moriarty balled his hands into fists. Maya fell to the ground with dozens of shots. He walked over to her, avoiding the blood spilling out from her body, "Rhyming isn't as fun when you're dying is it? Ah well. It was getting really bothersome."
My breaths became more frequent, "Jesus Christ…"
Moriarty turned back around, "Starting to get the picture? Everyone is expendable, even you. So be a good soldier and do what you're told."
"You're insane." I gasped.
Moriarty grinned, "No, psychopath is so much better."
"So I've met a sociopath, her jackass brother, and a psychopath all in a few days, great." I sighed.
"It's a Doctor's life for me!" Moriarty sang. "Come on Johnny boy, you know you love it. It's a life of excitement, chasing-"
"Horror." I interrupted.
"Mm, yes that too." Moriarty considered.
Ooh! Fun fun fun! Thank you for reading! Please review so I can see if my Moriarty is OOC. Thank you so much :) I will keep posting. Also, I am not going to post for the rest of the week because of grades and all :( but I will post 2 when I return!