A Game of Chess || Jim Moriarty short story (Finished)

Part 3

It was 3 weeks later when she got a knock on her door, the person on the other side saying, quite loudly, "Mrs. Gray. Open the door, it's the police!" Her head snapped to the door, eyes growing wide as she jumped from her chair, dropping the spoon she was holding back into the bowl, ready bolt out of her flat through the window. She didn't get far though, as the door got kicked off its hinges. The mass of around 10 police officers poured into her flat as she raised her hands up in surrender, one of the officers speaking to her but she wasn't listening anymore. Her hands got pulled behind her back, a cold set of handcuffs put harshly around her wrists. But the only thing that was going through her mind was Jim.

This had to be his work.

He wasn't going to kill her mother right away, oh no, he wanted to see her dance, make sure she knew what he was capable of.

The next couple of days passed by quickly, she was interrogated but since they didn't have any evidence to go on, just some information they were told by an anonymous who supposedly saw her in front of the last store she broke in, and because she wasn't visible on any of the street cameras, they had to let her go. Jim told them just enough to suspect her but not enough to actually accuse her of anything. Enough to make them pay attention to her. He was trying to scare her, showing her that if she doesn't play by his rules, this would follow. The real verdict. And Violet wasn't ready to actually live through that.

The day after she was released, she stomped towards his apartment building, a file in her hand, a stern look on her face. She was done playing. The guards blocked her way as she reached the door making her glare at them. She raised her arm, waving them away with it, "Don't even think about it."

She pushed through them, walking towards the lift and pressing the button. She waited, tapping her leg impatiently in an unknown rhythm. Right before the lift doors opened, she looked at the camera in the corner to her right, smiling almost wickedly before she walked inside. She knew he was watching her.

She walked out of the lift, head held high as she stopped in front of the two guards in front of his door, the one she knocked out glaring at her.

"Hello," she greeted, smiling sweetly and mockingly at him, dropping the smile quickly after as she opened the door and walked inside the loft with a loud and sarcastic, "Honey, I'm home!"

Jim was sitting on the couch, much like she was when she broke into the place, smiling at her. She looked at him blankly before she walked towards him and slammed the file onto the coffee table.

"The police? That was a real stupid move, Jim," she spoke, crossing her hands across her chest. She was looking him down with raised eyebrows as he leaned over, grabbing the file she brought with her, opening it up. His eyes skimmed it over, the smile disappearing as his eyes flew over the paper quickly. She could see the anger burning inside of him as his eyes narrowed down, glaring at the paper. He slammed the paper down with both of his hands.

"What did you do?!" he roared loudly, his voice turning deep as he stood up quickly, shooting daggers at her. His eyes were dark and the only word Violet could use to describe them is insane. His eyes held such fury she knew he was on the verge of a break down. One that could potentially get her killed. His face turned a shade of red.

"I didn't do anything, yet," she answered, smirking at him, "I told you, Jimmy boy, I'm just as powerful as you are in this game."

"You get any of this out and trust me, kitten," he sneered, stepping closer to her to the point she could feel his minty breath on her face as he hissed, "I will rip your heart out with my own two hands."

"And get your hands dirty? Really not your style, Jim," she answered, looking up at him, "You go blabbing to the police, I bring this to the publisher quicker than you can even think about ripping my heart out. You were once the big talk, people are curious about what's happening with you. 'Jim Moriarty, the criminal mastermind exposed', great story, very intriguing, don't you think?" she added. Jim starred at her, eyes narrowed and furious. They didn't speak, only starring at each other. Daring each other to make the next move.

Violet realized then that this, right there and then, was the final part of their game. The last stand off. The one who cracked would be the loser, the boring one that couldn't last till the end. This all started with her being bored and going for another shot of her drug but it turned into something much larger, something she could never foresee, and something that could end badly for the both of them. She knew Jim had a death wish since the very beginning, when he was playing the great game with Sherlock and she didn't think for a split second that it went away. He still had it, and right now, this game that they were playing could be the most dangerous thing she has ever done in her entire life. Jim was ready to play this until the very end, even if it got him killed in the process.

At least, Violet thought he was ready to do that. Because Jim was just as bored as she was. But what she didn't think about that maybe, she was much more intriguing to him than she thought. Because Jim wasn't going to play this till the end, until one of them dies. Oh no, that would be stupid of him. Violet wasn't his final problem. She was much more to him than that. The woman sparked an interest in him, one that he couldn't deny and he wanted her. All of her.

"Work for me."

"No."

"Violet," he pressed, still standing very close to her, his voice dangerously low. He was set on a mission, a much smaller one but much more important. She rolled her eyes.

"Jim," she responded.

"You say this is a game of chess, the only figures on the board are the king and the queen, be the queen. Work for me," he tried again.

"No."

His next move was sudden, it took her by surprise as a groan came out of his mouth. He grabbed her, pushing her backwards until her back hit the wall, his forearm pressed tightly into her neck, cutting off her air supply. She gasped, her arms gripping tightly to the one that was pressed against her neck, trying to pull it away.

"You really know how to push my buttons, kitten," he hissed, glaring at her, "You have to be more careful, if I wanted to, I could get you killed right here and right now, let everyone know who you are. Imagine your mother's sorrow and disappointed when she found out who actually are you and what you do for fun, we wouldn't want that to happen now, would we?"

He pushed himself away from her and she coughed, gasping for air. She was hunching over, arms on her knees for support. He took a step back, straightening out his suit as she lifted her head, looking at him with red eyes.

"Yet I'm still alive, aren't I?" she asked, standing up straight and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, coughing once more.

"Not for long," he replied, calm now and back to his previous almost joyful state. He was once again enjoying this. "I'm done playing." His eyes travelled to her chest making him smirk almost gleefully. She looked down at her black shirt for a second before her eyes travelled back to him. A little red dot was dancing around her chest. Much more Moriarty's style.

"You shouldn't have messed with me, Violet, you really shouldn't" he spoke, slowly walking around her, a hunter watching is prey. He knew he won. Jim Moriarty always wins. "Tell me, Violet, are you really prepared to die over this? This little game of ours? What's your next move? Do you even have one?"

"Do you really think I don't?" she asked, almost offended. "Let's see how your memory is, shall we? Do you remember-?"

"Who, Kitty Riley?" he cut her off, standing in front of her once more, eyebrows raised. "Haven't you watched the news yet?" he asked, turning around towards the TV and turning it on. A woman's voice filled the room.

"-where she was found dead yesterday by one of her friends. The police is still searching for a suspect but so far, they haven't found anything yet."

The TV turned off and Jim faced her again, to see Violet's facial expression unreadable

"What, did you really think I wouldn't get to her? You seem to forget who I am, Violet. I have eyes everywhere," he said and her memory went back to yesterday, when a man bumped into her as she was walking out of Kitty's place. "Impressive although, a little disappointing. Choosing the same reporter I did back then? A bit sloppy, don't you think? But then again you're not that smart" He shrugged his shoulders, "Oh well." He walked over to his couch and sat down, leaving her standing in the middle of the room with the same red dot still dancing around her chest, almost tauntingly.

"Here's how it's going to do down, you say yes to my offer, or I kill you. Simple as that."