Battle For The Crowns {A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction}

Prologue

July 17, 1997
"There are many things that an Assassin must be, must act like, and perform as, and none are pleasant. Too many of us fall prey to.. Many difficulties that we cannot avoid. But these however, we can. In order to stay alive here, you will do exactly as I say, exactly as I do, and exactly as I think. Do we understand each other?"
"SIR, YES, SIR." The Black Legion shouted back.
"Excellent. Because around half of you will not make it back. Let's begin with the knives."

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November 21, 2001
To the eyes of an onlooker, 221B Baker Street is just another flat. Ordinary people leading ordinary lives without much interruption. But, they are so incredibly wrong. Too many people come and go through these door for it not to be ordinary.

'Clients', is what they were all called by the infamous Sherlock Holmes, and his Partner In Crime, John Watson, a.k.a. The Army Doctor from Afghanistan. The two made an interesting duo, or 'couple' as many people called them. Although, this wasn't quite true. Neither one was gay, but merely best friends, built on a relationship of trust and faith in one another, however hidden it may be.

After my third day of observing their cases and teamwork, it didn't take much of an effort to come to that conclusion. Everyone should be able to see that- even the normal people. Although, it troubles me that after all my years of leading sections of The Black Legion, that I still cannot deduce the way Mr. Holmes can. Hopefully, he'll be able to teach me when I 'break into' his flat. That's what most people would call it, however I prefer the term, 'entering without the owner's knowledge.' However, I suppose that's a matter of opinion.

You're probably wondering why the Dark Commander needs assistance. Well, in short, my throne has been taken from me. My rightful place over the Black Legion has been stolen. By none other.. Than James Moriarty. And no one knows him better than Sherlock Holmes himself.

So, I am here for the simple fact that James Moriarty must be permanently removed. He must be.. Taken care of, so to speak. He will, he will rue the day he took my kingdom from me.

I was supposed to reign. I was supposed to rule. I was supposed to be the leader of them all. They were supposed to kneel to me. They were supposed to bow to me.

And now, there is.. A challenge.

Now, there is a feud.

Now, there is a Battle for the Crowns, and I am going to win.