Moriarty's POV

Poor thing passed out when I shot her leg. I hated her, though, for disturbing me. Me and my person. I could've killed her, but I figured torturing her would be WAY more fun.

So I just pulled her out, set her on the floor, and opened the trap door. She fell in, and I walked back down the stairs.

Once I got down there, I sat her up on a chair. In a different room from my person's, to prevent talking. I couldn't have the surprise ruined because Grace decides to wake up without a moment's notice. I locked the doors, for safe measures, and walked into the other room. To the person. Their eyes were wide open. I could almost smell the fear on them. They were staring at me, crying.

"You've had quite the show," I told them. "You have the right to cry. I won't slice your eyes again. You've had quite the show, put on by me, your entertainer. Here, being…excuse me, having and being given just a little tough love." I laughed. "You never fail to disappoint me. Well, almost, never, actually, which is why when you do fail, I get so ANGRY and FURIOUS." I traded my gun for my sword. "One fail, you understand, of course, that I'm angry. Two, and you get a warning. Three—" he turned to his left. "Assistant," I called for. My new girl assistant came in. Only a day new to the job.

"Yes—" I threw the sword, and it landed into her skull. Deep, like butter. The person screamed. A muffled scream.

"And there's your warning." The person's eyes grew even bigger. "Now you succeeded both of my tasks, yes, yet somehow, not in the way I told you to. Isn't that weird? I wrote down the plot, in my words, for you to act out. You didn't listen, and now you're being punished. Funny how that works." I shot the gun into the person's hand. The person had another muffled scream incident. "Hear that? That could've been your last sound. Everyone has what they hear last before they die. That could've been yours." I quieted myself down. "A little further up, just about two degrees angle from my hand to your head, and you would have been dead. However, you did what I said needed to be done. Of course, not in the way I asked. But that's okay. For now."

"MMMM," the person said muffled. I yanked off the muffle. "I dropped it on accident!" the person said in a hoarse whisper. I laughed.

Wrong thing to say.

"You don't just 'drop' a bag of that importance. So shut up and whisper more. We can't have Gracie listening in, now can we. Yeah you know her, Miss Watson," I laughed. Her blue eyes grew even bigger. Her black hair flipped back and forth as she was struggling to get out of the bonds yet again.

But most importantly, I saw the fear in her eyes. Oh, poor little girl. Didn't know what was coming for her.

"Episodes have been taking place, but get ready for a season finale. And this one includes a death of a very special friend."

I pointed my gun towards Grace's door.

"Your little sister."

Another part as i promised now if people don't start reviewing i maybe be reverted to a part every week and i'm feeling a little mean today so maybe even a part every month mwahahaha Review!