James Moriarty - Tempestuous Tides

Chapter 5

What kind of promises do we keep in life? Only a few come to mind: secrets and marriage. Marriage promises get broken. Then again, so do secrets. Sometimes you find people who keep your secrets for so long until they know telling people will break you down.  

Moriarty was a father who had promised to keep Aella safe, but this was something he had no control over what his daughter wanted to do. This was just something he had to face the music too, he was no longer able to hide away from the impacts of having this secret he knew about his daughter. Still, we keep them down to stop the demons inside of us from eating others alive.

Moran was sat opposite Moriarty, letting him give away the stubble on his face and get his hair into a much better style than he had kept it in. 

"How long have you been like this?" Moran looked at the masterpiece the nurse had done on his arm, making sure he would be okay on a course of antibiotics and iron tablets to boost the blood.

Even though he had lost a substantial amount of blood, it was bound to be repairable on the iron tablets. With no dizziness, lightheadedness or tiredness, he was going to be just fine without needing a transfusion, which he was slightly against having. Having someone else's blood gave him shivers. 

"Since she decided to leave," he put the razor blade down into the water, leaving it to float. "Why did she not tell me it was her sister? Why did she not even mention she had another sister?" 

Moran got up, looking at James through the mirror, his hands promptly held in an upright position behind his back. "I was the one who knew about her sister being there. She only found out when we arrived. In the car, on the way, that was when I told her Aimee was there,"

"So, you knew?" James turned around to Moran, looking at him up and down. All he did was laugh, laugh at him. "And now I have neither of them."

"You do, one is still alive," 

"One is swimming around with FINS!" he screamed, taking the sharp blade scoring Moran's cheek with the blade. "She is swimming in the water, so gracefully, like this knife." 

It guided across his face elegantly, he watched the blood trickling down his face. James refused to go too deep, he knew he would be left with a scar anyway, letting him bleed out any more would render him useless. 

James turned back around, washing the blood in the water, reusing the blade to shave his face. He was skilled enough with them to use them on his face. Moran still stood there, letting the blood drip down his face. He refused to show his weaknesses anymore. 

"The reason she is swimming in the water is because she killed her own sister,"

"Oh, I forgot about that part, didn't I?" he sarcastically remarked turning back around to face Moran, using two of his fingers to dip into his blood, smearing them across his cleanly shaven face. Turning back around to face the mirror, he smeared the blood on his cheeks again. "One blood for another. But, she showed the blood of her own sister."

His hands grabbed the sides of the sink. looking upward with his head still bowed downward, casting a dramatically devil-like expression on his torn face. 

Using the freshwater from the tap, he washed away the blood from his face, soaking a face cloth with water, handing it to Moran. 

"When will you learn to stop protecting her? You are weak because you still love her,"

"I am not ashamed that I never stopped," 

"I've never stopped being ashamed of you." 

Those seven words stung more than seven hours of torture by Moriarty, he hated him being disappointed. It was the language he hated hearing from someone he cared a reasonable amount for. Somehow, he found a pain forming in his heart he wished would soon disappear. Instead, his heart remained beating, it never seemed to stop. 

A few minutes passed, a few minutes of silence. The silence was a venomous poison between them, both being used to using silence to outwit an opponent, to hurt someone even more.  

Just downstairs, a door slowly clicked shut, it was so silent, it was so real. No one knew who it was, no one was in this house yet, and no one knew where it was for another few days. James had planned to bring people today, but they had not been given the location. 

"Did you hear that?" Moran whispered, taking his gun in his hand. 

"Just go across the hall, I will stay here."

Moran nodded, running across the hall lightly to the other room, opening the door on the landing and then closing it shut. Bringing up his chat with Moriarty, he took guard on the window, sending a photo of what happing outside to Moriarty. 

The photograph displayed no cars outside, nothing was there, no one was there at all. 

Who is in here then? - JM

Good question, I will climb down and go through the back door. - SM

Ammunition is in the cupboard in your room.

Get me some hand grenades and bullets.

Get what you need. 

Just downstairs, they heard a thud, someone experimenting with the things that were in the house. They seemed unfamiliar with a house like this, someone who was not as used to human life as you might have expected. 

From across the hall, James peered out of the bathroom door, suddenly shutting the door with a force that was quiet. He saw something he had never wanted to see in his house before. 

STAY WHERE YOU ARE - JM

Why? - SM

DO NOT MOVE

DO NOT BREATHHATCH IN THE FLOOR

Moran searched the wooden floor, finding the hatch in the ground, seeing there was a vast stock of harpoons stashed away in the floorboard via a long box.

Harpoons? - SM

Take two.

Bring me two. 

BE FAST - JM

Moran took the harpoons, two for himself and two for James. Getting the two for James in hand, he pushed them across the ground, the soft end toward Moriarty. Using the knife proof gloves from the cupboard, he pushed them closer to the door, letting them slightly knock against the door. 

James heard the slight knock, pulling them quickly into his door. 

Her head snapped to the sound. She turned, she locked, she understood. 

IT HEARD YOU - SM

LOCK YOUR DOOR - JM

They locked their doors, keeping them shut. Her footsteps slowly climbed the staircase, occasionally her foot slipped, unsteady on her feet.

We have an advantage

She is unsteady on her feet - SM

We will open our doors in

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OPEN - JM