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Note: Please remember this chapter will be shorter since it's in Jim's POV. A tad graphic (a warning if you're sensitive to that sort of thing)
Wrath
Jim Moriarty
Jim was at the desk, tapping his pen very carefully as he thought about his next move. In his other hand was a pistol. Finger gingerly rested on the trigger.
"She…overpowered us." The woman in the maid's outfit pleaded, her blonde hair a scattered mess as she had been forcibly dragged into Jim's office which was brightly open to the world outside the windows. As if Jim could care less about anyone seeing what he was about to do. And truly, he didn't.
"All four of you? Honestly? You expect me to believe that Adele managed to not only deceive you, plotted an escape, but that she also over powered you?" Jim mulled lazily, swiveling his chair to face the shaking maid.
"It's true! She strangled Marcy!" The woman cried again, her mascara washing out of her eyes pathetically. Jim wanted to shoot her just because. But he needed answers. It had surprised him little that Adele had unflinchingly killed Marcy. It's what he had been training her to do. With the right nudge with the right trigger she was a very vicious killing machine. Not only was Marcy dead but so were two others. Besides Marcy they had all died in the same way. Stomach slashed clean open, causing them to die of severe blood loss.
"Adele did not know her surroundings outside of her room. She had to have inside help." He insisted, pulling the gun up to examine it, his dark eyes lingering over it threateningly. "You and Marcy were the only ones who had daily contact with her."
"She claimed to have counted foot patterns." One man in a suit and tie said, nose pointed down at the floor as he quickly explained that Adele had used Marcy as a shield from bullets, tying a cord around the woman's neck to force her to move with her movements, fending off her pursuer's advances with her own stolen gun; and then as her own pillow to land on when Adele took a dive out the window. Jim smiled, secretly feeling quite pleased with the ruthlessness he planted inside his toy. Learning the staff's schedule was one thing and counting footsteps to get acquainted with your surroundings was another. But learning his schedule was what made Jim think she had had inside help and was indeed on an entirely different level. It meant someone had to have helped her. Yet, nobody had anything to gain from helping Adele. Absolutely nothing.
Especially not Marcy who had all but been turned in to squashed human jelly. Then again, who wouldn't after falling three stories with someone landing on top of you? Jim chuckled jovially to himself as he thought of scraping up some of that jelly in a preserving jar and putting it on a grocery shelf. But that idea was beneath him, something his child self would have done. He was much more sophisticated now. As much as Jim hated to admit it, he was forced to face the fact that Adele had acted alone.
"Please! We don't know anything! Nobody here worked with –." Jim rounded on the maid, eyes flashing maniacally while feeling absolutely pleased when he put a bullet in the maid's head. He watched her body fall to the floor twitching as the last signals were sent throughout the body. The three men left shifted on their feet uncomfortably, silently praying they were not next.
"You've costed me one of my favorite toys." Jim sighed, placing the gun on the table. Wiping his face with a handkerchief, thankful the blood did not get on his beloved Westwood.
"She's worth quite a lot. Go and fetch her for me. Should you fail though…I'll turn you into jelly." Okay, Jim grinned. Not totally beneath him. He still liked to have fun after all. He watched as the men filed hastily out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
"You've run my kindness thin love." Jim mused softly. "I cannot say it would be good for you should we meet again." While Jim yearned to have Adele back, he was also glad to have her gone. Adele seemed to project a certain hold over others that she was not aware of. Nor was he immune of it. He despised that he enjoyed their time together and loathed himself for feeling out of sorts when she chose Sherlock over him. He could have given her the world in a blaze of glory. But no. She wanted Sherlock and whatever it was he gave her.
"Will not be good for you indeed." Jim plucked the gun up once more. "I'll just have to kill you. Because as the saying goes. If I can't have you, no one can." Then he got an awful idea.
"Or better yet. I'll have Sherlock kill you instead." Jim laughed to himself, sitting in his chair to go over his thoughts.
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