Chosen for Fate

Sherlock: A Highschool Day

AN: okay so this chapter might be... Intense? Maybe for some people so I'm just gonna put a warning right here. Enjoy the chapter I finally had time to update!

Sherlock's birthday was on the weekend so he had two days to mull over what to do on Monday. Most of the grade doesn't like him anyway, so would they even be surprised that his ring had the o-so-boring name John on it? He shrugged on his blazer that read, Appledore Boarding School, and slipped on his ring. No one would probably notice
Appledore Boarding School was for the "gifted" and "this generations world changers" but to sherlock everyone here was an idiot or a future criminal. He normally slept through all of his classes and he had a dorm room to himself, as no one would room with him. Charles Augustus Magnusen, the headmaster, was not keen with sherlock and always found some sort of information to make sherlock behave with the other students. Sherlock detested him and hated how he pried on the students of well known families and got to their secrets, but there was nothing he could do about it for now. Maybe someday .....
But for now he had bigger problems, also known as Sally Donovan and Phillip Anderson blocking his way. He abruptly stopped on his heels as they stood in his way of getting into his dorm building. "So freak," Sally began, "heard it was your birthday over the weekend." She added with a sneer. It was obvious what was going to happen so sherlock sped things along. "Obviously since I am now wearing the allotted chosen silver ring we all receive when we are 15 which I have no doubt you want to read soooooo." He stuck out his hand as the two juniors leaned in. Sally then burst out into ridiculous laughter. "Oh god he's stuck with john. JOHN! Oh god I can't breath!" She leaned against the wall holding her stomach. "Not only a boy, but a generic boring name!!" Now Anderson was also in fits of laughter as sherlock stood awkwardly in the door way analyzing them. He then quickly walked through as Sally and Anderson where in giggles on the floor pointing at him. "Oh and Sally," he said as he paused in the doorway. "Don't laugh too much, might not be good for the baby." He added with a snicker and kept walking. He turned back long enough to hear the laughter abruptly stop, Sally looking at him mortified with wide eyes, her fingers fiddling with the ring that read Phillip on her finger, and Anderson looking at Sally expecting an answer. It was Sherlock's turn to snicker as he walked through to his room, 221B.
He opened the door and stopped, he didn't think he-
"Hello Sherly. Good to see you back my weekend was soooo boring" cooed a thick Irish accent.
"Moriarty, hello." Replied sherlock with caution.
"Oh Sherly, I think you can call me Jim now a days. But quit stalling," he said as he flicked his finger in the air to add embellishment. "let me see your "chosen partner"" said Jim with a sneer as he held his hand out expectingly. Sherlock stepped into the room and slowly lifted the hand with his chosen ring on it. Jim grabbed his wrist with more force than necessary and used his finger to trace the name engraved.
"Well, this 'john' person I'm sure is a fine fellow. Probably suits you, but you know something..." He sharply pulled Sherlock's wrist against him so they where standing nose to nose. Sherlock staring, eyes wide, and Jim staring back, eyes afire. Jim's voice suddenly became very dark and full of quick worlds.
"Listen here /Sherly/ I OWN you. You got that? You are MINE. So don't you go off looking for this John fellow because if you find him I will get rid of him understand? I don't care what these stupid rings say you belong to me. Got that SHERLY?" Jim's gaze burned through Sherlock and everything he had prepared to say was set afire and turned to ashes in his head. Jim took Sherlock's blank terrified stare as something of an agreement. "Good then" he cooed with a smirk and tilted his head up to Sherlock's. "Now sweetie," Jim said as he pushed a rigidly tense sherlock onto the bed behind. "Just relax" he whispered into Sherlock's ear as he moved Sherlock's hands above his head. Sherlock's breaths were shallow as he put up his mind blocks and barriers; eyes becoming cloudy and distant. "Just relax" Moriarty cooed again sitting on the bed. "I'm sorry John" was the last thought through Sherlock's head before Jim's body was on top him and he plunged his mind into darkness.
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AN: AH FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS. Did you like the part about Sally? That will be a developing understory and JIM GAH. Sorry this took so long I'm such a terrible author but I was sick and Bleh. It really means a lot when you guys comment so please comment thoughts it makes me feel super awesome! Okay bye love you all and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER 150 READS I know it might not be big but it is to me! So thanks, comment, bye.
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