Thankfully, no one had passed by the small wooded area which vaguely hid John and Jim from the public view. As soon as the criminal pulled out, the doctor dragged his clothes up and fastened them, standing and moving out of the small woodland backwards so that he kept his eyes on the dark haired Irishman who seemed to be taking his time getting dressed again.
Once out of the woodland, John turned and ran. If Moriarty really wanted him back again, he would be pulled back no matter what he did but the act of running was doing wonders for his mind. His sanity seemed to be returning to him, though he really doubted he would ever have actual sanity again. Just as the soldier turned saw the exit to the park, a tall figure step out of the shadows. John ran into him and was knocked to the ground. He started the apologies until he realised who it was and the words died on his tongue.
'John Watson. Fancy seeing you here.' The deep voice rumbled. The doctor crawled back then got to his feet.
'Kieran. I haven't seen you since Afghanistan.' John replied, trying his best to sound confident, or at least like he didn't remember what the other man had been screaming the last time they saw each other.
'No, I don't believe we have. But since we're here, I've got a little score to settle.' The man towered over the soldier and he grabbed John's jumper with a beefy hand, almost hoisting the blond doctor off the ground.
'Eye for an eye, that is the saying, is it not?' The man sneered, flicking out a Swiss army knife. 'I'm going to enjoy watching you bleed.' He man laughed as John paled and tried to squirm away but the adrenaline that coursed through his body when he ran from Moriarty seemed to have ebbed away and the pain now seeped through, causing him to wince with every movement. Kieran Banks was a soldier who had been in John's squad. Sadly, so was Jack Banks, his younger brother. Who happened to be in a car that ran over a landmine. The doctor had tried everything to save him but the man died anyway. Kieran blamed him for the loss of his brother and it seemed he still did.
'Excuse me but that is my doctor you're pawing.' A Irish voice spoke silkily. Kieran raised an eyebrow.
'Yeh, and who are you?' He snapped. The Irishman smiled darkly.
'Jim Moriarty. Hi!' He replied in his falsetto voice. John fell to the ground with a thump. He stared up at Kieran, whose eye's were bulging and his hands were held up in surrender as he stepped back.
'Man, I didn't know, I swear.' The bulky soldier stuttered. Jim laughed and crouched down, holding John's chin and turning his head from side to side delicately.
'Since he's all in one piece, I could be persuaded to let you live.' Moriarty said slowly. Kieran began babbling his apologies but was silenced.
'Now you go back to wherever it was you came from and you tell everyone. John. Watson. Is. Mine.' The consulting criminal growled. Kieran nodded incessantly then turned tail and ran out of the park.