James Moriarty - Tempestuous Tides

Chapter 19

Hell can be concluded to be a place on earth. Some people often argue hell is not somewhere you are sent to when we die, it is a place where we are currently living, and we just haven't realised it yet. Arguments are made as to how we got here: creation, evolution, the Big Bang Theory. It depends on what you believe, but a lot of the time it is down to speculation, belief, proof. We do not let others change our minds unless there is a good reason for us to change our belief system. In any case, we should stick to our morals, we should stick closely to what we believe in. 

We can run in slow motion, we can dive, we can duck and hide. But, we cannot ever escape our problems, even when they get out of control. We cannot choose to stop ourselves from falling below the surface and then coming back out again to face the world.

It is virtually impossible. Every day is a challenge, a spectacle we wish we didn't even have to be a part of. 

The sound of a beating drum bellows inside our bodies, when we hear it, when we feel it pounding and beating, we know we are alive. We never get to know when we die. If we did, if we were given our sell-by date, when to be thrown away, we would all be living in fear. What if you knew your time was coming soon? Or, it could be coming soon, how would you react? Would you be afraid? Maybe. Would you try and stop it? Possibly. Would you want it to come? Perhaps. It always depends on why. 

For the four of them, it seemed they knew their fates lay in the hands of Aella, they lay in her hands, dictating when they would go. She knew when Mycroft would be leaving, and she made sure it was happening. Not that it was well explained, a given, or something they had been made aware of. It was all very blurry. Was that how everything was supposed to be? Blurry. 

"What was that?" Moran gasped, looking at the flames uncontrollably spreading throughout the lighthouse. 

"There goes our shelter," Moriarty rolled his eyes, checking his gun for bullets. "Just enough bullets, we need to move before it gets dark."

Turning around, he saw Camilla washing Sherlock's ankle in the seawater, he was clenching his jaw, the salt getting into the wound. In an undertone, she was humming a tune, so subtle, but entrancing, captivating and mesmerising. Her hands washed over the bullet hole, not even fazed by the blood going into the water. Moran stood, watching her. Seeing her beauty. But, that was not all he was attracted to. Even though he was not the most pleasant of people, she was kind, caring, loving, self-sacrificing, and willing to put herself out there for others. What could have happened in her old life to make her so strong? Moran knew what had made him strong, and he wondered if the tune in his heart was similar to her. 

Walking towards her, he rolled up his arm, getting himself into the water, laying down beside Sherlock. Moriarty knew he needed to get his arm fixed up, so he lay beside Moran begrudgingly. All Camilla could do was laugh. It was funny how they were all just laying there.

After she was done with Sherlock, he checked his ankle to see no scar on his ankle, and he was able to walk as he could before. John was out of sight, and he wondered where he was.

"Where is John?" he asked, wanting to definitely know he was safe.

"Shh," she hushed, healing the wounds on their arms, some of her scales showing from the water she was immersed in, partly. "I need silence, please."

Sherlock walked toward the far right, looking around to see around him. When he looked back at her, she was finished with both of them. She was hesitating around Moran, she had something she needed to say, and so did he.

"So, where is he?" Sherlock pried, even more, wanting to know.

"I will show you, just be patient, Sherlock," he rolled his eyes at her, seeing her turn back to speak to Moran. "What?" 

This time, she was stern and taking none of the rubbish he was giving her, even if it was right for him to ask. "I just had John brought back into my life, and all I can see is your doll eyes examining Sebastian. I call that time waisting, can we just get on with it,"

"What more do you want from me?" she got up from the ground, taking Moran's jacket to cover herself with. "I heal your ankle, I heal your friends, I resurrect your friends. How many people can do that?"

"Doctors," he replied, but he was being narcissistic and rude toward her. 

"They can't bring back the dead, especially those that should have been gone days ago!" her exasperation was vividly shown through her facial expressions portrayed by the creases on the sides of her lips and her eyes. Completely betraying her thoughts. 

"Well, he is not. And, the reason I knew we should have moved sooner is because of that!" he pointed out at see, seeing how metal and objects littered across the sea from the boat, someone having destroyed all remains of it. "We need to move! They are coming, we have no idea where John is, and someone shot me, someone killed those people. There are more, so we need to move. I don't need to tell you anymore because you knew this would happen. Now, let's move!" 

Grabbing all of their little belongings they had, they climbed one of the hills nearby, surrounded my neverending amounts of trees, shrubs, moss and branches littering the ground. Many creatures were around, but they were hiding away in their own hiding places. Nothing was better than hiding away, at least they could. 

"Where are we even going?" Moriarty asked, not liking the idea of following someone else that was not him. "Where are we going?" 

He asked her again and again, repeating what he had said before until she chose to answer. When she was focussed, when she was in her own mind, she blanked out letting anyone else in. To get to where she needed to go, she had to focus her mind on the fastest pathways she needed to take, just like she had when there was an explosion. Getting John to immediate safety was of her first concern, which is where they were going to go and see if John was still where she was when she left.

"This is where I wanted to take you," she gestured toward the hole, the opening wa very tight, but you could fit through it. "No one thinks that people can fit down their, but, I made it myself when I was younger. You can fit about one hundred people inside."

"Have you ever tested it?" Moran asked, looking inside of the gap. "Are you sure we will fit?"

"Try it!" she seemed so excited by sharing this with them, that Moran believed he should be the one to try it out first. Her happiness seemed to be extending even more greatly when Moran began testing out to see if he could fit. 

His gun and belongings went in first, and then he heard the plop, hearing the sound of water below. 

"There's water," he looked up at her, wondering why she was making them go inside somewhere they would be unable to come out of. 

"It's not too deep, but you need to keep swimming straight, don't deviate, and you will come to somewhere I made,"

"I don't know about it, Cam,"

Moriarty pushed past him, keeping his belongings to himself, squeezing his body through the gap. He slid through with ease by trench crawling, dropping to the bottom. 

"You could have warned me it was cold!" he screamed back up, everyone else getting in before her. 

They all swam over to the other side, getting to the other end. None of them knowing what was going to greet them, or meet them. Was John even in there? Was he still alive? No one knew. Until the moment Camilla got into the water, her screams of pain echoing throughout the chamber as she changed back into her natural form. Scales encased her body. Her beauty was still vivid, but her gorgeous tail managed to illuminate the entirety of the rocks, reflecting magnificently, allowing them to see it was actually too deep, and they wouldn't drown. If so, well, it would be perhaps an embarrassing moment. 

"John!" Sherlock called out, hoping he would answer. 

"Sherlock!" 

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief hearing his voice from the other end, finally allowing his body some oxygen. This was just the beginning of a new journey. A new chapter in their travels. Time for some stories, some tales of the wicked. 

Time for getting closer, and being grateful.