Chapter Title: "It's A Funny Thing, But Now That You're Gone, I Don't Wish You Were Dead Anymore" – I Don't Wish You Were Dead Anymore, Bowling For Soup.
Inspired By: #IBelieveInSherlockHolmes Campaign
Pairings: Sherlock/Moriarty
Word Count: 221 (excluding headers and footnotes)
In a café on the corner of Victoria Street sat a man in a fine suit, sipping a scalding teacup as he watched the world go by. It was a world that he had recently owned, the world that he had run using a system of seedy thieves and crooks.
He watched the world run along, with the silly little people continuing their average, boring lives. So dull, so predictable. He'd killed the last person that had been slightly interesting. In the end, though, Sherlock had been just like the others. Dull, boring, predictable. They were all the same.
Jim Moriarty twirled a pen between his fingers. Now he was Richard Brook, a seemingly normal man, whose desperation for work had destroyed his life. He regretted killing Sherlock now, as it was much more fun to play games with explosives than sleepily answer crosswords on the Tube.
Dull, boring, predictable. It was the average fare for a Londoner. Brook also had a part time job as a barman, which he worked between acting jobs, in an Irish pub. Although the patrons were interesting, they were not as fun as tormenting Sherlock Holmes.
Jim sighed, tapping his pen on his knee. From the corner of his eye, he watched a banner being raised.
SHERLOCK HOLMES WAS REAL. THE FRAUD WAS RICHARD BROOK.
Just a little thing that came to my head whilst I was helping my sister make posters.
Enjoy :)