Side Of Angels

Miss Me?

He walked into the room, clad in a clean pressed suit, his big dark eyes daunting. His face still held the same crazy animations that it held before, just as I remembered him. 

"J-James?" I stuttered. I needed to be careful. H couldnt know about me, couldnt remember who i was. 

He eyed me carefully, but chuckled, a sadistic chuckled that he was known for. I really had to be careful. 

        He turned, so half of his face was dark and his hazel eyes met my green ones, "Miss me?" he asked, sounding almost sad and dragging the two simple words out, as he began to walk toward me. He smiled, and licked his lips, then brought his hand up as if to wipe the spit off his lips. He smiled sadistically again before he approached me. 

        My eyes were wide as he used his unusually gentle hand to lift my face. I tried not to shiver in fear. 

        "James," I started, finally meeting his eyes. "I thought you put a gun in your mouth and pulled the trigger. I thought you were dead ,James."

        "You can fake a lot of things, my dear, when you know the right people." His hazel eyes turning dark again. I knew exactly what those dark eyes meant... Sherlock. He was thinking of Sherlock Holmes again. 

        "James, you have to stop, you cannot keep doing this to me..-"

        "Its not you I'm toying with, Meredith. You should know that." He said, interrupting me. His voice hit all sorts of octaves. 

        "He thinks you're dead too. And then there's the whole city of London who thinks that you both are dead."

        "Jeezus Mer. You dont know anything do you? We both faked our deaths. We both beat the system. We both know the right people."

        "Jim, Sherlock Holmes is dead. I pronounced him dead." I said trying to detour him from Sherlock Holmes. Why he was so obessed with him, I wont ever know. 

        "Its our minds, Meredith. We think similarly. He's just the good guy, I'm the bad guy, we get together like oil and water. You understand dont you?"

        "Jim... I really think you have lost it."

        "I have my dear. Everyone knows that."

        "Jim..."

        "Don't be nervous, my dear, I won't hurt you.."

        "You have sang that tune before, Jim. You dont know the words." I said, my eyes wide and bright in the dark pool room.