Flirt Back

The smell of sweat, blood, dirt and fear permeated the air and made me beg for crisp, fresh air. The lighting was dim, dark with small orange-yellow flickers of light from artificial fire mounted upon the walls. I could just about make out Moriarty's face stood next to me, he scrunched up his nose in disgust of the smell, with a slight smile on his face- I guess this is like a murderous psychopath's community centre. Interesting.

I looked about and saw that we were in the part of the tour named the "Crypt." The smell became more repugnant as we walked slowly behind the scattered groups of people, looking at the displays of rotting corpses, rats and all manners of death. It seemed too horrible to be true, an exaggeration, but I knew that underground in many a cemetery, this very process was happening to strangers and loved ones alike. I looked at Moriarty again and he caught my glance, smiling up at me innocently with wide, bright eyes. I looked away quickly, out of discomfort. I was looking at him out of security and to keep alert, but when he looked at me it was not the same. He seemed more at ease, less menacing even. Which of course, made me curious to know exactly what he's up to. We carried on looking at the dummies that were festering in the filthy, dark crypt and shuffled behind a large group of tourists who were taking more time than was necessary. We came to a pause and I huffed a little, Moriarty picked up on this and winked at me.

"I really hope the rest of the tour isn't this slooow, you know how I get when I'm stuck in confined spaces with looots of people, John" he emphasised certain words and raised his volume to attract the attention of the tourists, they all looked round at different times, Moriarty looked ill, his whole face had turned as white as a sheet and he looked as though he was about to vomit. A few of the tourists whispered amongst themselves before hobbling far ahead, away from us. Colour immediately flushed back to his cheeks and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was just us and a few other smaller groups, who were nearer the entrance to the tour. I had to admit, his acting skills were pretty impressive just then and I'd have certainly felt peaky had they not picked up their pace. He sensed my admiration and seemed to shine a little brighter in the dim light.

We then moved into the next part of the tour, the "Labyrinth of Lost Souls." It was almost pitch black, with the odd jolts of white light every now and again to create an eerie atmosphere. It was bloody working. Screaming echoed through the trail and I could feel myself tensing up, I felt a little silly for being frightened but I could see Moriarty had acted the same way. As we felt our way round the turns to the doorframe to the mirrored maze, we didn't notice that it had been strangely quiet for a couple of seconds. Then "RAHHHHH" a computer controlled skeleton shook violently at some prison bars which thundered loudly against the walls. Quite frankly, it scared the living shit out of me. Moriarty had jumped too and grabbed my arm, a gesture that I hadn't prevented, I was actually quite glad I had someone to be foolishly scared with, though I preffered it to be a certain lanky, broody detective. Not that he'd enjoy a place as this, he'd just find fault in it via careful observation. We laughed awkwardly, trying to calm ourselves before entering the maze. He had let go of my arm and prodded me to go first. I looked at him and bit my lip slightly, he just smiled and jerked his head for me to move forward. I slowly stumbled through the maze, looking only at the floor, not letting myself be tricked by the mirrors infront of him. But the lack of lights and echoing screams were nothing compared to the man I was with. While I was carefully trying to walk, I could feel him getting closer and closer behind me, I was feeling the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck and I didn't know what to do. I then heard a quiet, breathy laugh in my ear. This continued for a few moments and then I was nearing the exit. Thank god. But as I thought I had regained mental stability after being in such close proximity with the very man who had sent my whole world crashing down, I had another little shock.. as he patted my arse as I stepped through the exit of the Labyrinth. My mind was screaming all sorts of questions at me and I honestly didn't know what to do.

We passed through another three parts of the tour, the "Plague", "The Great Fire of London" and "Surgery-Blood and Guts". I had been interested in the Surgical based one from a medical point of view, it was all humorous and very well perfromed by the staff, but truthfully I was too preoccupied with Moriarty's actions in the Labyrinth than the things the tour had actually displayed so far.

Then we reached "Torture" a section that made Moriarty positively sublime with joy. The actor put as all in dingy but lit room, which was again strewn with dummies and waxworks that depicted what he talked to us about. He called volunteers to demonstrate to us. As he showed the positively barbaric and disgusting punishments, Moriarty seemed interested but lost in the thought, as though it had triggered a good memory. I shuddered at the thought of the poor bugger who'd had his manhood ripped off by Moriarty as I'm sure that's what he was relishing in. As the demonstrater showed us more gruesome tools that used to be used, Moriarty leaned over to me. We were being shown a metal gag which could cause more damage than you'd think.

"That'd be pretty.. kinky." I could feel his breath again on my skin and his soft voice ringing in my ears. I gulped hard, feeling the same nerves as I had before. But he hadn't pulled away yet. "Maybe we could try something similar.." he said with a crooked smile on his face, leaning back to pay attention.

I could feel my cheeks going red and I pushed it back. No. No. This is Moriarty. He hurt Sherlock. Sherlock, oh Sherlock. I loved him so much. Why was he flirting with me? I didn't belong to him. I am Sherlock's. I am Sherlocked. But the warmth of his breath spread through me like wildfire and I then realised, Mycroft, Lestrade and Sherlock were hearing everything he was saying. Oh god. Bit not good.

The next part of the tour was the "Judge" we were thrusted into a room with fancy decoration, a few people were selected and put in the defendant's box. While the Judge was positioned in a seat high above. They ripped the volunteers for where they came from and came up with various imaginative reasons for being summoned at the High Court. I was chosen and so I trudged up to the box, looking down at the mixed expressions of the crowd. Moriarty was staring at me, I didn't know how to interpret the way he was looking at me because on a normal person, he looked like he yearned for something- lusted for it even. And he was staring at me. Oh dear.

"You, sir.. what is your name?" The eccentric female dressed as a male judge said, in a fake deep and booming voice which dominated the entire room.

"Uh..Um, Doctor Watson" I felt a litle nervous being thrusted into the spotlight. Moriarty was smiling a little, almost cutely.

"Ooooooh, Doctor aye?" she mocked, cackling as she went. "Well sir, what is a respectable man such as yourself doing in my courtroom? I am disgraced Sir, disgraced! What is this man's crime?" she bellowed.

"Ee's been havin' fun with 'is patients wives, me lord!" Another actor sounded, the voice again sounding eccentric but I suspected that part of it was real, as he seemed to fluent with the cockney accent.

The crowd seemed to laugh amongst themselves. I could hear Moriarty laughing but refused to tear my gaze from the actress above me.

"So you not onnnly treat your patient, but their families get an extra treat as well!" she shouted forcefully, the crowd laughing once more. "A man of gentry should not be an adulterer and so unproffessional, therefore Sir, as punishment for your lack of constraint, you will lose the very thing that you've been using as treatment!" She spat, enjoying the crowd. I commended the skills of the staff, having small imaginations of Moriarty working here. After joining him again, we proceeded onwards.

We went onwards, I barely paid attention to "Bedlam" or even the small ride on boats through the pretend sewers. The only thing I could think of when on the small boat was the hand that was gripping my knee, slowly getting higher and then letting go slowly and gently. I needed to know what he was up to and get him talking. I decided to push away all thoughts and feelings about having my closest friends in other locations listening to every word and just retaliate to the act that he was putting upon me- I had to flirt back. As the small boat ride drew to a close, I gestured for him to leave the boat first. He thanked me and stepped gracefully out of the boat, I followed and lightly brushed past him, my hand gently patting his, suprisingly soft but firm rear. He looked a little suprised and I smiled. I needed to gain the upperhand. Though I didn't realise at the time, that this merely upped his game. We proceeded onwards "Sweeney Todd" something I was actually looking forward to as the tale thoroughly interested me (and I had to admit, the Tim Burton film with Helena Bonham-Carter and Johnny Depp was pretty good.) We stopped outside a small, fake set of a shop. Lots of disgusting looking pies were on display, coated with dust and hair spilling out of the sides. An actress playing Mrs Lovett stood outside, beckoning us towards her and talking about herself and Todd, and the "delicious" pies. Moriarty leaned into me again:

"You wouldn't need to be in a pie for me to eat you up, Jawnnn"

The way he said my name sent chills down my spine. I shook myself yet again. Remembering to stick to the plan I had made. Surely, he was less dangerous if I humoured him?

We were then encouraged onward and put into a dark room with rickety wooden chairs. We took a seat and a loud audio played, it played on the senses- the sound of sharpening blades, footsteps and Todd's cold, sadistic voice. It was outstanding. I wanted to know how Sherlock would react to this, but as though he knew I was thinking about him, Moriarty caught my attention my grabbing my hand. I just held it, not fighting him off. After the atmosphere in the room growing intensely and gasps of shock and fear filling the room, it was over and we could leave this section. He still had hold of my hand, his own hands were soft but strong. He lead me forcefully, excitement in his eyes. Before going to the next section which had a new 5D laser ride, I stopped him. Others barged past us but neither of us paid any attention. He was inches away from me and I spoke so that every syllable rolled off my tongue smoothly.

"The next section seems boring.. I want to see real thrills and blood and.. lust for excitement."

I bit the corner of my lip slightly, trying my best to appear playful.

He stared at me blankly. I could feel his palms sweating slightly and the corners of his mouth jerked upwards in a cheeky smile. I couldn't deny, it was a nice sight. Every time I flirted with him or made a gesture to imply so, I was imagining that I was with Sherlock, which wasn't that hard as the two were indeed, quite alike. Moriarty was just more.. more dangerous, I suppose. He lead me again, but going in a different direction to the other tourists. Instead, he pushed through a staff only door, which lead to a web of narrow well-lit corridors that were nothing like that of the tour itself. Our fast footsteps thudded loudly as he lead me towards a different sector. Then, we bumped into an young actor who had left another door similar to the one we had entered. He stopped us, a look of irriation and confusion on his face. His hair was riddled with sweat and his gorey costume was losely-fitted around his skinny, almost gaunt frame. His eyes were dark and from what I could see of his skin, it was sickly. He looked like an addict of some kind, though the make-up masked this.

"You shouldn't be in here, please retun back to the tour or I will have to call security." He sounded almost bored, his attempt of authority was a little pathetic and Moriarty sensed his advantage and stepped forward, releasing my hand.

"Do you know who I am?" Moriarty sounded sinister, yet inviting. A tone of his that was not unfamiliar.

The young man tried to look at him more closely, then his already expressionless eyes grew wider. He gulped and shifted his stance a little. Moriarty smiled toothily. It was scary, but impressive all the same.

"Jim Moriarty. Hiii!" Moriarty said. De Ja Vu.

He raised his eyebrows and jerked his head again, silently commanding the poor young man. He turned around and lead us to the door that he had just emerged from. He kept glancing behind him out of fear of the man infront of opened the door for us and Moriarty glared at the man, forcing him to look away. He grabbed my hand again and yanked me through the door. He had chosen the section I thought he would...