Consulting Sniper (Moran's Story)

Chapter 20: I'm Not in Love

I'll save you the strenuous details of exactly what we did for when you read Mycroft's book. Bottom line, we killed all the Seniors in various gruesome ways. But, as we were obviously still obsessed with Mycroft and Tom, the deaths of our two original hits were still yet to occur.

On the day of what later became known as the final standoff that Jim and I had with Mycroft and Lestrade, Jim and I prepared the warehouse in advance. We took out all the desks and other obstacles that would tell someone of Mycroft's intelligence that there was someone using the building.

It was about eight o' clock at night, and our plan was in motion. We'd blackmailed all the Scotland Yard officers to turn against Mycroft beforehand. We sent Browner into the Diogenes Club to kill Saylor. All that was left to watch Mycroft die in front of us.

When she finally burst into the room with her compatriot Lestrade, I was in the back room. I wasn't set to come out yet. It was almost like a theater show; with things appearing and disappearing and occurring all at different times. And to Jim, it was all a game.

"I don't get it..." Lestrade began. I didn't hear the rest of what she said after that. But she was not privy to this part of the plan, just that she had to turn against Mycroft at some point.

Jim began to describe his plan a little bit, and then he finally said it. I walked in, right on cue, and the look on Mycroft's face of pure shock to see me was nearly too good to be true.

My gun was obviously pointed straight at her face. This was a sight she was even more shocked to see. But she didn't shout out anything, and that's when the truth of what was going on actually hit me.

She never told anyone I was her sister. I could have figured as much, but that didn't take away from the actual effect of seeing for myself the true ramifications of this assumption.

My skills in what Mycroft called "deduction" seemed to be lacking. And I was beginning to realize that it was no fault of my own. I had acted the same way I always had. But there was one difference.

Who was in my life that hadn't been before? Who got me into this whole mess? Who was the person that told me I had potential and allowed me to be a sniper for his syndicate? And who was the person who always assured me that what I was doing was not all bad?

Jim Moriarty.

It was his fault; or, more or less, my fault for allowing him to affect me in such a way. And how would I otherwise have been affected by him?

I was in love with him.

That was the only solution I could think of. I wondered if this was the way Mycroft thought of romance. I thought this was the way Sherlock would see it as well if that was the case.

But wasn't I supposed to be more human than the other Holmes sisters? I was not. I was not human. I was a gun, loaded and ready to shoot off at anyone that got in my way or even stepped within a mile of me.

Mycroft was in my way. She had to be shot.  And it had to be done now.

My gun was still aimed at Mycroft's head. And when I looked over, I realized that Lestrade's was as well. Mycroft was unaware of this, however.

Kill her, Lestrade, I thought.

But Mycroft turned and began to reason with her former friend.

I could see the still-confident look on Jim's face, and I agreed with it. After all we said to her to blackmail her, there was no way she would go back on it now.

But she did, much to Jim's complete shock. I don't think I'd ever seen him so taken aback as he was in that moment in which Lestrade betrayed us in the way she was supposed to betray Mycroft.

She shot Jim in the chest. I think that's when I snapped as well. Mycroft was fighting the other guards, and I don't know if she killed any of them, but they were all on the ground before I knew it.

I tried to aim my gun, and I finally did after Jim told Mycroft that Tom was going to die as well. I don't remember well what I did, but I think I ran over to Jim's body yelling.

Mycroft was appalled to see this. She really had no idea what I was doing. I tried to grab her gun, but in turn she somehow got mine. Before she shot me, she said something about how she had no idea how far gone I was.

Mycroft shot me once in the head and once in the heart, at the same time. As I lay on the floor, bleeding into unconsciousness, my final thought was not of what she said, but of what I had done.

I had failed once more to kill my target. And this time, it resulted in injury. I would pay dearly for my failure, and so would Jim, in the form of painful surgeries.

I slipped in and out of consciousness for a while until I was finally brought to the hospital, where they immediately began working on me.

I had multiple surgeries done on multiple areas of my body. I had brain repair surgery along with heart stabilization surgeries using technology invented only two years before, in 2026.

I know that if this has happened only twenty years earlier, I would certainly have been dead. But thanks to the medicine that existed in that time, I would be fine when I left the hospital.

But I did not leave the hospital for months. And when I finally did leave, it was to go to jail.

*DISCLAIMER! The oneshot on my account, "Holmes", fits in at the end of this chapter. It talks about the end of Jim's and Sabrina's hospital stay and what occurred there. Read that as well to find out what happened, because even though you don't absolutely need to know it for the next chapter, you might want to (there might be some mormor fluff)! Thanks for reading as always... The frequent author's notes at the end of these chapters will be done after this, so thanks for your patience :)