Moriarty's POV
My two dead assistants were two inches away from my face. My hand throbbed in pain, and Harriet kept screaming.
And I was so happy.
I causes so much pain, and pain gave me such a thrill.
I was Moriarty. I was the one who was feared. The one who…the one who made everyone afraid of me, and afraid to live in fear that I was always watching.
And I loved it.
The thought of this drove me to get up, and I took my gun with me. For me, self-esteem is like a natural pain killer.
My gun wasn't fully loaded, so I went back into the room where Harriet was screaming. She stopped when I entered.
"Moriarty is she—" she started, words racing out of her mouth like a flood.
"Calm down and shut up. She's not dead—well, yet, or as far as I know. I haven't killed her, either way." I got some bullets, put them in my gun, and shot the front two legs of Harriet's chair.
"You move, you crash onto the concrete floor and hurt your head." I grabbed more bullets and walked out of the room.
I thought I was so clever, shooting the chair; so if she moves, she gets hurt.
I tried opening the door to see if Grace was still alive—I mean, in my house—but it was locked. I stood back, shot four bullets at the door handed, and the door fell open.
"Grace, clever clever," I said, looking at the rope. I walked out.
"Gracie!" I yelled playfully.
"Shut up I'm trying to think!" she yelled.
But she wasn't in my house.
I sighed, annoyed. Damn it, I immediately thought. She didn't die.
I walked over to the open window, and looked down. Grace was dangling there, hanging above the street. It was hard for me to get on the scaffolding. I found myself wondering how she managed to hold on to the cable. I found myself angry that my plan didn't work, but I figured, she's still probably going to die. At least she isn't in the house, and the scaffolding is broken. I can work with this.
I took the cable and pushed it. "MORIARTY STOP IT!" she yelled. "I'm going to die!"
I laughed. "That's the goal, isn't it?" She started crying, my guess is from shock. I pushed the cable harder.
"Stop playing games!" she yelled.
I chuckled even more.
"But I love playing games."