Chapter 6, Part 2- First Day In The Dungeon

Attention- character death in this chapter.

John POV

"John... Johnny boy... Wake up Johnny" Moriarty's voice filled every cell in my body and made me shiver to my bone. His voice made me remember all things I went through because of this monster. I hoped I was dreaming, yet I knew it was far from this. It's a nightmare becoming reality.

I tried to open my eyes but everything hurts too much... My head, what the hell has he done to me?

"Easy there Johnny, no rush"

"Where am I?" my voice was still husky from the chloroform and I was exhausted even though I knew that I must have slept for at least a few hours.

"Welcome to my humble home" Moriarty said proudly, "unfortunately, I'm not able to show you around. You see, I'm busy making Sherlock dance a bit"

I fought the pain and opened my eyes; all I could see around me was a brick-wall room, probably some kind of a dungeon. The room was barley lighted by the small lamp in Moriarty's hand. The man himself hasn't changed a bit in the last 3 years. He was wearing a dark blue suit, Westwood, like the one from the pool, his hair slightly longer and messier. He eyed me with his extremely psychopath look, and his frightening smile. It was like a horrible nightmare. His gaze went up and down my body, making me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I followed his gaze with a questioning look of my own and first noticed that my ankles and wrists are in chains. I began struggling and felt panic rising up my body.

"Oh Johnny boy, you know there's no use to panic, you have more than 2 days before Sherlock will stop by and he'll save his damsel in distress." James stroked my cheek with his cold finger and I shook my head forcibly to make him stop, even though every movement made me want to scream with pain.

"Stop. Talking." I murmured angrily.

"Behave, John. Don't you care about your hero? If I'll kill you now than there will be no point to wait on killing him, and this all thing will become very less interesting." He seemed too much satisfied with himself, too proud, and I knew that I'm probably missing something.

"Don't hurt Sherlock. Leave him alone. I'm here, kill me, and leave him alone." I looked the psychopath in the eyes. Trying to discover what may come next. Knowing that my wish will probably won't be answered.

"So noble, so brave... I understand why he loves you so much, I do. However, you John…you deserves much more than just die. You deserve to suffer, to watch your little pathetic life fall apart, to cry your dull, ordinary heart out. Do you know why? Because you ruined Sherlock Holmes. He was so acute, so brilliant, so perfect, but then you weakened him, you made him soft and sentimental. You disgust me" Moriarty spit on me and walked out of the room, leaving with the only source of light.

As Moriarty left, the room went completely dark, and opening my eyes seems useless. Is he going to torture me on the next couple of days? Probably. I didn't care much, really. I'm sure nothing he can do to me is somehow worse or more painful than what I've been through in Afghanistan.

No, the torture thing didn't bother me so much. Not at all, compare to that Moriarty's trying to drag Sherlock here, and kill him. I can't let that happen. Sherlock is far too important to die like this, and I definitely can't watch him die. As hard it is to acknowledge it, I really have deep feelings for the bastard, and watching him die… even knowing that he's in danger is killing me from the inside. It's not like I'm about to get out of here soon, so facing the truth, at least to myself, is completely necessary if I want to try and save Sherlock.
Unfortunately, I know Sherlock far too well to know that in the minute he'll know that I've been abducted by Moriarty, he will be here within minutes.

For once, I really wish that Sherlock will behave like a selfish git, as he is with other people, and won't fall into Moriarty's trap.

After hours of sitting alone in this dungeon, in the dark, I came into one, very important Conclusion; Moriarty is planning something big, there's no doubt in that. But no matter what he's planning, I won't let him hurt Sherlock. I will find something. I can do this. I'm Capitan John Watson, of course I can do this.

It was an amazing fact that less than 24 hours ago I was about to kiss Sherlock. I already felt his soft lips gently brushing mine before Mycroft interrupted. I almost hate Mycroft now. He never should have separate me from Sherlock. We could have figured it out together; there would be more chance for the both if us to survive this. But no. Mycroft had to interfere. I would have done a lot worse than kissing Sherlock if it meant I was able to stay with him. I would have done a lot worse than kissing him regardless. I suppressed that thought and closed my eyes.

"Johnny wake up boy, good morning. I brought you something to eat, I'm sure you're starving, and we want you in your best shape for our little game with your lover-boy" I opened my eyes from what seems like a very long sleep, to see Moriarty standing above me while I'm lying on the floor of his dungeon. He was holding on a plastic plate, which, by the smell, contained some cooked eggs and fresh bread. I didn't even noticed how hungry I was until I felt my throat get dry of thinking and smelling food.
"Bon apatite Doctor, I'll be back soon. Have a nice day" He placed the plate on the floor and it seemed wonderful; so fresh and normal. I was a bit concerned if the food was poisoned, but I knew that Moriarty, as he said, wants to keep me alive for his 'game' with Sherlock. Even though the food did seemed marvels, there was still one more thing on my mind that forced me to wait a while longer before eating it all, one thing I had to ask.

"Wait! Where is my wife? Is she here too?" Moriarty turned around and looked at me for a while, thinking. He wasn't smiling his usual smile, he just seemed a bit hurt, he almost looked human.
"A little advice Johnny" he whispered, "don't ask things that you don't really want to know."
My heart stopped with dread.
"What is that supposed to mean?! Answer me!" I shouted at the psychopath who was on his way to leave the dungeon and stopped at the doorstep. He took a deep breath and shook his head.
"It wasn't planned, but your daughter is ok" and he stepped back into the hallway leading upstairs, leaving me again in the dark.

What is that supposed to mean? How could it be that my daughter is safe and my wife isn't? it is too early for her to give birth, she's only 7 month pregnant! The baby is probably sick if they did a preterm birth! Why would they do that? Why would they save the baby and kill the mother? It's not possible.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to think reasonably, maybe Mary is just a bit sick, and he meant that Mary is sick but the baby is good far along.
Deep down I knew it wasn't true. Something bad must have happened to Mary, she was supposed to be part of the trap, that's why he said 'it wasn't planned'. I didn't want to believe that. Mary can't be dead, she is my wife, my wife, she cannot be dead! I felt the steaming tears in my eyes and cried in the dark for what felt like a few, very long hours, I was grieving on my newly wife, whom I just married, not so long ago. The mother of my little baby a few hours, Moriarty came back in the room, holding a plate, which probably contained the same food from the morning; he placed the plate in front of me, and started going back toward the door. I was sure he already left when I heard him whisper again, "I really didn't mean to" his whisper filled the little room and echoed.

I looked at where I assumed he was standing, he didn't brought the lamp with him this time. It was all too dark to see my own hand. "How and why?" I asked him, whispering. It remained silent for a few minutes and I was sure he already left. I used my sense of touch to find the plate with the food and began to eat.

About what seemed like an hour later, I heard his voice again, burst out of the darkness.
"When the plane landed here, and I only found her, I was frankly surprised, I never thought you would leave your wife for Sherlock, but there she was, and quite a little beast. She yelled and struggled, we all knew who she was, we all knew her reputation, but I figured it was best to keep the plan running until I'll find you and that everything would be just as I expected; the both of you here, and your little knight, your beloved prince charming, will be coming to save you. Everything went perfectly well until the night came and she tried to escape, very brave of her, obviously. Very ambitious. I was away unfortunately, so one of my stupid assistants gave her very bad hit to the head, she bleeded internally. I sent her to surgery as soon as possible but she didn't make it. I know it seems horrible, but the surgeons succeed to save the baby. She is fine, incubated, of course, but alright. Very healthy baby girl."

I started crying without control. Mary, my Mary, my brave Mary… she is dead. Even though I already knew she was dead, it was different to hear Moriarty say it. Suddenly, it was real. Another person died because of James Moriarty. I never should have left her, never should have let her go by herself .I thought I was saving her when I just sent her to her death.
I didn't need to source of light to know that Moriarty was no longer in the room. I can cry alone, I can grieve- for now. Until Sherlock will get here, and I'll make him pay. I will make James Moriarty pay for killing my wife, for ruining my life, for taking Sherlock away from me for 2 whole years, for everything he has ever done to Mary, Sherlock and me. Everything.

A few hours later, he returned, this time, with the little lamp. He looked exhausted, and not as proud and cheerful as he was the night before. He was holding a bottle of water under his arm and a plate with food in his hand. Once again, he placed the plate with the bottle on the floor next to me, but this time, he also sat on the floor. Right across me.
"Eat" he said firmly and guarded me with his eyes. I ate the fresh bread with great pleasure, refusing to think about Mary or Sherlock, or my newborn daughter in front of Moriarty.
"So, do you want to hear about today's events?" He asked, sounded like himself again. Frightened, I nodded.
"D.I Lestrade is in St. Barts, Mycroft and Sherlock had a huge fight, and Janine was released from the hospital and on her way to your, well, Sherlock's apartment. She is fine, really. Told you I was nice to her." I couldn't help myself but frown.
"If you were nice to her there wouldn't be any reason for her to get hospitalized to begin with. What they were fighting about this time?" Moriarty smiled broadly.
"About you. Mycroft thinks that since he has a boyfriend that he's an expert in relationships. Oh and they were really caring and sentimental and everything. You know, because of the D.I. Sherlock sat with him in the hospital for hours. They almost looked like normal siblings." He smirked and eyed me closely, as if he was trying to understand my reaction.

I didn't say a word until he left the room, annoyed, leaving me again with nothing but the darkness. Finally, I thought he would never leave. I didn't believe a word he said, except only that also Greg is now in the hospital, taking care of by doctors. I knew that it can only mean that tomorrow, it is Molly's turn. Poor girl, god knows what is waiting for her, she did helped Sherlock with the whole suicide thing, he might actually kill her. Revenge for helping him survive.
Too many people are going to die, have died, suffered and tortured because of James Moriarty.

All I could concentrate right now was the simple, general plan about what was going to happen- First, I'll save Sherlock, I'll do whatever I can to save him so he will survive this. Other than that, soon, very soon, I'm going to destroy Moriarty till there won't be any reminder of him to the world.
Nothing besides memories and nightmares.
James Moriarty will die, will be exterminated, will be completely destroyed, by no other than myself, and my best friend, Sherlock Holmes- even if it's the last thing we'll do. We will do it together.