Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

🎃 |Sebastian Moran| Midnight + "...I am going to die."

A/N: Sorry for the long inactivity and late happy holidays and new year! I had family and personal stuff going on over the holidays :')

Requested By: eatingyourmomstoes

Warning/s: Death, Profanity

Tag/s: Angst, Hurt

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

"He's late... again..." you grumbled, sitting back on the bench.

The streets were quiet tonight. A few carriages pass by with a handful of people late-night shopping, hoping for stores open at this hour.

You smiled as you continued watching, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere with your legs swinging from the bench.

"Well, it's not like I have anything better to do..." you sighed as you leaned on the bench, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

As you continued waiting for Sebastian, you saw three men huddled together by an alleyway.

You raised a brow as you kept your eyes on the crowd, seeing them whispering to each other as they kept looking at you.

You gulped as you calmly stood up, making your way to a more crowded area.

Most shops were closed, and only a few people were left in the streets.

As you continued to roam around, you saw the men from before now following you behind as the streets became more abandoned.

'...I am going to die tonight...'

"We're home..." Fred muttered as he and Bonde walked inside the manor.

"Ugh, so tired...!" Bonde groaned as he flopped on the couch, letting out a long sigh.

"Good work," Louis greeted the men as he lifted Bonde's feet and placed them on the floor.

Bonde let out a sheepish smile as he sat up while Fred sat beside him, ready to call it a day.

"Where's Moran?" Louis asked as he looked around.

"He said he was going to a bar," Bonde casually answered as he stretched his back.

Louis sighed, already used to the man's late-night endeavors.

"Of course he is..."

"Achoo!" Moran shivered as he ran through the streets, sniffing his nose as he made his way to your meeting place.

He rushed through the streets, running to your meeting place.

"(Y/N)! I'm sorry it took so long. We were-" he stopped mid-way as he saw you were nowhere around.

"(Y/N)?" he called out again, looking around for you.

As he continued to look around, he saw a group of men walking out of the alley, a familiar purse in one's hand as they siled to themselves.

His heart dropped as he rushed to the alley, seeing you on the ground, bleeding out.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted, rushing to your side, seeing a gun beside you as your stomach continued to bleed.

"(Y/N), come on... Stay with me...!" Sebastian muttered as he tried to stop the bleeding, lifting your torso.

"The hospital should be nearby... We-we can-..." he stopped as he saw your head lull back, no sign of life left in you.

"(Y/N)... (Y/N), not like this...!" Sebastian called out, lifting your cheek as he saw your void eyes, his tears landing on your pale face.

"Please..." he begged, hugging you tightly, "...Don't leave me... Not you..." he muttered against your neck but heard no reply.

The alleyway echoed Sebastian's screams as the clock tower stroke twelve, bells ringing along as Sebastian continued to scream.

As he slowly set you down, his eyes drifted to the gun beside you.

His eyes hardened as he grabbed the gun, loading it.

"I'll be back..." he whispered to your ear as he gently set you down.

The next day, three bodies were found covered with gunshots.

"What do you think, Sherlock?" Lestrade asked the consulting detective, who only sighed.

"Whoever it was, they wanted to make their deaths as slow and agonizing as possible,"

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