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Laughter.
Deep and malevolent, full of demented promises, filled the air as Moriarty exited the warehouse. However the criminal wasn't laughing, oh no. The laughter came from Lord DeLaRose whose eyes gleamed despite the sniper aimed at them. Moriarty scowled at him but ignored him to face Sherlock, his lips curving into a dark smile.
"Have you enjoyed our latest game, Sherlylocks? I thought it was fun, especially watching you play so elegantly."
Sherlock smirked and tilted his head, eyes gleaming with an emotion that while Jim couldn't name, seemed familiar nonetheless. The he spoke, voice a smooth silly baritone.
"But the game had yet to have ended therefore my opinion is not yet needed. Where are they, Moriarty?"
At his words, Caderyn stepped forward, his laughter silenced,a wide grin in their place. "I already have their location, Childe." Moriarty's scowl returned with a vengence, his dark eyes noting their closeness with possessive fury.
Caderyn sent him a dark smirk, eyes glinting with a challenge when they met his.
Furious, the consulting criminal turned his rage filled glare on Sherlock.
"Here are the rules of the final round of our current game. Only two of the six captives will leave here alive." There were cries of outrage from the policemen and John. Cade however chuckled. Sherlock merely raised an eyebrow. "Continue."He prompted.
"If you refuse, John Watson and Gregory Lestrade will die."He gave a sudden and dangerous smile. "Only for of you will be allowed inside."
Sherlock nodded. "Lestrade, John."He called and the two men stepped forward, ignoring the rest of the groups outrage.
As Moriarty led them inside John leaned over to Sherlock.
"Please tell me you have a bloody plan."
His friend smiled slightly.
"Of course."
When they stepped into the room they found all five hostages in the middle of the room, each tied to a separate chair. each hostage was awake, gazing at the door.
Automatically, Sherlock's gaze sought out his brother, relief flooding as he noted no visible injuries on the elder man. Then he looked at lizzy who sent him a strained smile, eyes dark due to lack of feeding.
"Quite a rival,Lockie." She commented and Sherlock smirked lightly.
Moriarty glared at her, noting the familiarity between her and his detective. Lord DeLaRose rushed to the woman side murmuring to her and holding her head to his throat, his long crimson hair hiding her from veiw.
Smirking he turned to his detective who was had just finished releasing his brother from his bonds.
"Alright! There's only four contestants left! Who will be leaving alive?" He cooed cackling as Dr. Watson scowled angrily.
"Are you mad?! They're just innocent people! Sherlock please tell me you aren't going to listen to this psychopath!" He yelled angrily and his friend glanced at him before turning to examine the remaining three hostages. As he did so though, his entire being went blank.
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He couldn't breathe.
Terror amd hatred flooded his very being
As he came face to face with two of Them. Flashes of that night flashed in his mind and he could feel himself nearing a breakdown.
Pain.
Beating. Hurting. Bruising. Breaking.
Beg.
He shivered, staring at the faces of the two men, noting the fear in their eyes. Ah so they knew it was he they had desecrated. They thought he wanted revenge. Good.
Hatred overwhelmed the terror coursing through him at their expressions and he giggled, mask shattering.
"S-Sherlock?" John stammered as a glint of mania appeared in his friends expression. The detective turned to Moriarty a small deranged smile on his lips.
"Them."He purred softly. "I want them to die. Make them suffer."
The criminal stared at him in shock. He hadn't expected the man to actually choose. He had thought the man had some brilliant plan to escape. Yet here he was sentencing two men to death and requesting that they suffer.
The two men in question protested the choice.
"No please! We're sorry! Don't let him kill us! Please! You'll never see any of us again!" They cried pleasing with the detective who cocked his head and smiled mockingly.
"No please! Don't!"He mocked, giggling even as hatred burned bright in his pale eyes.
"I begged you to stop. To let me go, but did you? No. You kept taking and breaking and bruising until I couldn't closer my eyes with feeling all encompassing terror. I hope you burn in hell." He murmured softly, caressing their faces as one would a lover.
"You're mad." One man whimpered and another giggle left the man who at that moment looked entirely like the sociopath he claimed to be.
Mycroft and everyone else watched him wide eyed until suddenly Lord DeLaRose and his wife stood at Sherlock's side,their expressions arctic.
"So, you are the pathetic insects that dared to harm my Childe." The crimson haired lord began darkly and the eyes of their audience widened, each stunned by the events taking place.
"Wait! What's going on here?! Sherlock?"
"No! Shut up!" Lizzy snarled at John who flinched away from her, looking at Sherlock for help but the younger man didn't so much as glance at him. Instead he fell silent a dark smile playing on his lips, turning to Moriarty.
"Will they suffer under your toys, Jim? Because I funny think Daddy wants to share."
The criminal swallowed, his pants tightening at this new side of his Sherlock. What had these men done to him to make him react so adversely to their presence.
"That's it? No magnificent plan to allow you all to escape? You're losing your touch darling."
Sherlock didn't reply still waiting for a reply to his own question. When none came he sighed as of Jim had disappointed him and glanced over at his sire.
"Seeing as to how Jim seems incapable of human speech. They're all yours, milord."
Lizzy giggled, high pitched and cruel at her husband's side, the sound eerily reminiscent to Moriarty's own laugh.
"Sherlock! Stop them! What the hell has gotten into you?" Lestrade yelled at his friend hoping to talk some sense into the younger man. The genius turned to him and tilted his head. Then he spoke in a soft harsh snarl.
"Why should they live?"
TBC...