They say misery loves company, well so does madness! He saw her and new she could quickly become his favorite toy. She was the definition of irony, the face of an angel, a childlike air, even as the blood dripped from her fingers and those around her begged for mercy. They were just playing a game, with life, with death, with each other...if only they'd known. Moriarty/OC
Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,780 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 36 - Updated: 6/18/2013 - Published: 6/6/2013 - J. Moriarty