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

Part 5

A loud "Get up," woke her up the next morning. She opened her right eye, her face scrunching up as the curtains were obviously forgotten about last night and were still opened. The room was bright from the morning sun and she looked around to see Jim standing at the room, arms crossed across his chest. "You can leave."

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and sat up, pulling the sheet up with her. She was still very much so naked and right now, with his statement and the way he was looking at her, she didn't feel comfortable about it at all.

She cleared her throat "What?"

"You heard me, you can leave now. You're free to go, need I draw it for you?" he spoke bluntly before he turned around, "Your stuff is back at your place already so chop chop." With that, he walked away. She cleared her throat again, not really knowing how to respond as she looked around her room to see it empty. What the hell was going on? She quickly got up and pulled her dress on from the night before as that seemed to be the only thing of hers that was still in her room. Why was he letting her go? This wasn't right. Confused, she walked out of the room, running her fingers through her hair.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked as she walked into the main room where Jim was sat on the couch, talking on the phone. She didn't care, she needed answers because the more she thought about all this, the more this looked like one of Jim's little games. She crossed her arms on her chest and watched him end the call.

"And here I was, thinking that you could actually compete with me in this big bad world, all this is actually kind of embarassing," he said and stood up, "Wine?" He grabbed two glasses and grabbed a bottle of wine, opening it up and pouring some of it into both glasses.

"Do you not need my work anymore?" she asked as he handed her a glasses but she only stared at it.

"Suit yourself," he replied and drank her glass in one swing, "I never needed your work. Well, I did but I don't anymore. You're useless now, I got everything I wanted from you."

Okay, you know, she should've seen this coming. Wow, she really was pathetic to think any of this wasn't a part of his plan. He realized that he couldn't destroy her physically so he decided to do it in a different way. And it worked. Because she was hurt. And so disappointed. And not about the way this whole thing played out but in herself. Because she actually thought... Shaking her head, she cleared her throat for the third time that day, a blank and unreadable look taking over her feature.

"Okay," she started, "Fine, thank god you did because I couldn't stay here for another second." Wow, she really was pathetic. If Jim thought he could play with her mind like that he was wrong. He thought he won but Violet still had one more move. The last big plan. She was going to destroy him. Every single last piece of him. Three cheers for sweet revenge.

She should've known it would come to this. It was obvious. She wasn't heartless like he was, yes she was a pretty damn good criminal and very much bored but at the end of the day, she was human. And she had feelings. She wasn't really sure what he was but right now, she didn't even care. The only thing she cared about is this, her next move. He hurt her and she was going to bring him down. She said it before, she was as good in this game as he was, if he thought she wouldn't have a backup plan, he was so wrong. And so, the next day, she smiled when she read over the article in the newspaper. She did it. She made her last and final move. He was going down.

'Jim Moriarty, the consulting criminal mastermind exposed!' the title read.

'There's been a lot of rumours as to where the culprit is and what he's been planning. Well apparently, he's not preparing anything except maybe his way out of England. Because we have here, the true story about who Jim Moriarty or should we say, Richard Brooks actually is.'