John heard the doorbell ring and he stood up grabbing his wallet, "Pizza's here!" he smiled at Hamish who was glued to the telly inhaling his Chocolate ice cream. Thumping down the stairs he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Must be Sherlock apologizing for being late. He would answer when he paid for the pizza.
Opening the door a young man in a black hoodie held a pizza box in his hand.
"That was fast, thanks mate. How much do I owe you?"
The man made eye contact and smiled, John was confused.
"Sorry, something wrong?" John said
"You didn't notice me did you Johnny boy? I'm hurt!" The voice said going up and down in a singsong tune.
John stepped back, he felt like someone had punched him in the chest. Jim Moriarty was standing in his door way.
"Shit!" John screamed as he turned to run up the stairs. "Hamish!" He screamed racing step by step.
Some one full out tackled John, pushing his face into the stairs and bashing his head repeatedly, he felt his nose break and blood gush out. He screamed for Hamish and Mrs. Hudson. Only after he saw Moriarty pulling the empty syringe from his neck did he realize he wasn't really screaming his body felt weak and his vision was fading.
"Now, John you have about 60 seconds more of consciousness. Where is Hamish? Probably still stuffing his face with sweets and watching that damned television. You should raise him better, I'd be better at it."
John tried to sit up, to punch that shitty smirk off his perfectly deranged face. He tried with everything he had but he stayed firmly planted under the mad man. Through gritted teeth John swore at Moriarty.
"Don't touch my son! Don't you touch him! Please…"
"Shhhh, now Doctor Watson..It's time to sleep. Sherlock didn't want to play my game anymore..So little Hamish will just have to be my new playmate. Nighty NIGHT!" Jim said making the last word higher than the rest.
John's vision fizzled out and his head fell back, smacking on the stairs. Moriarty pulled his gun out and smacked the doctor on the chin with the butt of the gun. "No hard feelings John, I'm just sending a message."
He stood up and pulled off the black hoodie. Discarding it on the ground, he straightened up the suit he had been hiding under the casual clothes. Looking from the passed out Doctor slowly up the stairs to the open door, his eyes went cold. The blackness of his heart reflected in them as he ascended the stairs.