It was around four thirty in the morning when her shoulder was shaken.

"Anguiruuuus!" Moriarty sung.

Anguirus swatted his hand away and turned her back towards him.

"Anguirus, it's present time. Get up!"

She still didn't move.

"GET UP NOW!"

Anguirus bolted up and stared intensely at Moriarty who just smiled.

"Come along!"

He grabbed her hand and dragged her up, making her stumble. Moriarty lead Anguirus to the door that opened to the outside and he put his hand on the handle, letting it read his thumb print before sliding it open. It was dark and freezing and Anguirus didn't have any shoes on like the madman did. Moriarty grabbed her hand once again and pulled her across the damp grass and into the wilted shed. There was an elevator waiting for them and a sense of deja vu washed over her.

In the elevator, Moriarty was humming with a little smile on his face. Anguirus' eyes slid down his neck and took in the look of his build under the white v-neck shirt he was wearing. She glanced back at his face briefly before turning her head to the front of abruptly as Moriarty chuckled from having catching her admiring his physique. The elevator dinged and Moriarty dragged her down the long tiled hallway. They entered through a set of metal doors.

First, Anguirus recognized the room. It was the room she was in when she first arrived here. Second, Anguirus recognized the man that was hanging by his wrists from the ceiling. Anguirus gasped and Moriarty quickly held a rag of chloroform over her nose and mouth. Her vision began to fade.

Anguirus twitched.

She heard screaming.

She lazily opened her eyes and blinked away the blur.

"Anguirus! Glad you could join us!"

She lifted her head and found that her body was tied a pipe that was sticking out of the ground with a gag in her mouth. She looked up at Moriarty who was smiling at her.

"Anguirus, I would like you to meet General William Shipley, a good friend of mine." His face twisted sarcastically, "Oh, wait. He's your good friend. Now, why would I think differently?"

Moriarty snapped his fingers like a light bulb just went of in his head, "Oh yeah! It's because the General here told me that HE DIDN'T KNOW YOU!" He yelled as he lashed a familiar looking device at the General's back, making him cry out in pain.

Anguirus shut her eyes tightly and breathed deeply.

"Anguirus, honey, no."

Footsteps approached her and a gloved hand patted her cheek gently.

"Open your eyes."

Anguirus did as she was told and her eyes locked on the thing that had caused her so much pain.

"Oh, yeah. I'm not stupid, I know what causes scars like that. I figured that if you were in the military and had those crazy scars then, obviously, you were tortured. By The Cat O' Nine Tails! Look, I even added little spiky balls to the ends. Just like they did to you."

Moriarty stood up from his crouched position and walked back over to the General who was muttering prayers under his breath. Moriarty pulled his arm back and then flung it forward, whipping the old man with it.

"I'm going to keep doing this until you tell me every little thing about Anguirus!"

It continued for hours. Hours filled with screams and the crack of torture. The General was begging for help, but she couldn't get free. Tears had already ran down and dried out on Anguirus' cheeks. Moriarty had gone even more insane than he already was. Anguirus had somehow, unbeknownst to her, pushed him off the edge of sanity. One that he was already dangling off of. Maybe she didn't provide him with enough entertainment. Maybe she provided too much.

Maybe... Maybe Moriarty was stupid.

He was a stupid fool for becoming obsessed with someone that wasn't the type of person that he needed. Moriarty needed people like Sherlock and Mycroft who would keep treating him like the spoiled brat that he was. Anguirus was never going to give Moriarty the satisfaction. A man like that will get what he deserves and she'd be damned if she wasn't the one to give it.

"Okay, I'll tell you!" General Shipley sobbed, "I'll tell you everything."

Anguirus was almost relieved. She didn't care anymore. Moriarty could stick her head on a plate and give it to the highest bidder. It didn't matter.

"Okay... okay," Moriarty's eyes were alight as he dropped the torture device and stepped in front of the man who had basically raised her.

"Go on, then!"

"I was her neighbor... when her parents were killed, I took her. She was incredibly smart for a little girl. She knew algebra by the age of six." The General sobbed again.

"Keep talking!" Moriarty sung.

"Anguirus' physical ability was off the charts. She was too good for the Marines. We had to create a special task force just for her. The team had to go and eliminate people in other governments that were causing... problems. She killed someone for the first time at the age of eleven." He took a breath, "But there was something wrong with Anguirus."

The woman topic tightened her hands into fists.

"What was wrong with my little monster?"

"That's just it," He chuckled dryly, "She was a monster. No emotion. No care. We taught her not to feel anything in the Marines but we always do anyway. She didn't. She was sick. Twisted. Always asked when the next mission was."

Moriarty looked at the woman on the floor who had watery eyes. It was very hard to believe. She had always showed no emotion on her face, but it was always in her eyes.

"So we came up with a plan," He gasped, "To humanize her. We put a man on her team. Jason Abley. We paid him to get close to her. But he got too close. The stupid idiot fell in love with her and threatened to expose secrets if we didn't discharge her."

Moriarty's eyes never left Anguirus.

"We ordered her to kill him and she did. She still didn't feel anything about doing it. She claimed to love him too and she could just pull the trigger on him!"

Anguirus started trying to break free from her ropes, causing loud noises, trying to get the General to stop talking.

"SHUT UP!" Moriarty screamed at her.

"Go on, General."

"Anguirus malfunctioned somewhere in her head. She went rogue and started killing soldiers. For 18 hours she went on a killing spree. Killing people that she claimed were friends. And then she just stopped. We couldn't kill her... I couldn't kill her." The General took a breath, "So we paid that foster care woman to take care of her for as long as Anguirus would live there and for any trouble she would cause her."

An unsettling silence spread between them.

"Why can't she speak?" Moriarty asked.

"What do you mean?" The General struggled to look up at Moriarty, "Of course she can speak."

Moriarty looked over to the crying woman, mixed emotions flowing in his mind.

"You know," Moriarty's voice sounded with an eerie chill, "You shouldn't sell someone out."

Moriarty took out his gun and shot the General in the head.

Anguirus' vision turned to black as she slumped over. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anguirus' head felt heavy and groggy as she pried her eyes open. Darkness met her as she blinked to clear her vision. The ceiling of her bedroom stared back at her. For a moment, she thought she was back at the foster home and that it all was just a really bad dream, but she recognized the wood to be that of her room at Moriarty's cabin.

The urge to sob was strong in her chest, but she pushed it back and shut her eyes tight, breathing out slowly. Anguirus tried to recover her memory, but it was a giant blank. All she knew was that her opinion of Moriarty was different. Now instead of the words 'Mastermind, smart, dangerous,' she thought, 'insane, spontaneous, killer'.

"Anguirus."

Her bones chilled and her breathing labored. Why did that happen? It didn't used to happen.

"Look at me."

Anguirus lazily opened her eyes and hesitantly looked over at Moriarty who was sitting in a chair beside her bed. His hair was a mess and his shirt was wrinkled. He had stubble along his jaw and his eyes were the darkest they had ever been. Her head burst with the missing memories and she gasped, shutting her eyes tight again and covering them with her shaking hands. Strong fingers gripped hers lightly and the bed dented as he sat down next to her. Moriarty gently pried her hands away from her face and he placed a palm on her cheek, wiping at the tear that dripped out of her eye.

"Anguirus, I know it was a bit crazy of me... to do that to General Shipley."

Anguirus opened her eyes and looked at the madman. She saw the reflection of herself in his eyes. She looked manic. She felt manic.

Worst of all is that she saw herself behind his eyes as well. Anguirus herself was on the brink of insanity. General Shipley had raised her. Took care of her. Cleaned her boo-boos. And then he could just... call her a monster? Disconnect from the child he had raised? General Shipley had had other children, yes, but she always thought that he treated her the same.

Realization settled into her pores as she thought about it more and more. He didn't force his other children into the Military. He didn't teach them things that had only related to combat. While he was teaching his son to throw a football, he was telling her how to shoot to kill. Anguirus let out a breath and reached her hand up to cup Moriarty's cheek like he was doing to her. Moriarty half-smiled.

"I just needed to know, is all. But now that I know, you're more confusing than before."

Anguirus sat up and continued staring at Moriarty's face. He looked back and she could see the question form on his face.

"Did you really love that Jason guy?"

Anguirus put a little more distance between them so that she could properly take Moriarty in. Cautiously, Anguirus shook her head 'no'.

Moriarty raised his other hand to her face and rubbed his thumbs over her freckled cheeks.

"I love you." She mouthed.

Moriarty gripped her face a little harder, "If you did, you would say it. Out loud."

Moriarty stood up and walked over to the foot of her bed, staring down at her with an alarming intensity.

"I know you can. The General, who claimed to have known you your whole life, said you can."

Anguirus followed his pacing form with her eyes, calculating. He was a very large threat now and she was prepared to protect her life to the fullest.

Moriarty stopped walking and leaned onto the foot of the bed, "I just want to hear you say something." He said quietly.

Moriarty lifted his bent head and looked into her eyes.

"Say it."

Anguirus was scared, more so than she has ever been. Say it? Say what? That she loved him?

Did she have a choice?

Anguirus slowly opened her mouth, prepared to utter the words. Moriarty straightened and walked quickly to her side of the bed, getting down on to his knees and stared at her intently, waiting for her to say it. Moriarty knew that all of his logic and thinking has gone out of the window. Anguirus was always nagging at him in the back of his head. He thought that, maybe, if he knew her story that it'd go away. That'd he'd get bored. But then the General had to go and say that. It was like dangling a meat hook in front of a starving fish. It refreshed Moriarty's mind into a new cycle of interest. He still believed that he was going to kill her. Get rid of her, like he had planned this whole time. It didn't matter what kind of sick disease had taken over his mind, Anguirus wasn't going to stay.

Anguirus pushed air out of her lungs and tensed the muscles in her throat.

Nothing.

No sound.

She had tried and tried as Moriarty became angry. Why wasn't it working?

Moriarty stood up and knocked the chair that he had been occupying over, leaving the room with a slam of the door.

Anguirus stared at the closed door as her face hardened.

It'll be over soon.