"On January 10th 1993
(Y/n), (m/n), (l/n)
Was declared dead"
The news cast blared from the radio, they had finally recovered her body.
Found .. Bloody and burned in a rule area just outside of Dublin.
It was blistered and burnt, nearly unrecognized as a person. She laid, softly and content on the chipping wood floor of an abandon lake house. Her hair, as well as the top layer of her skin had disintegrated into ash.
When she was discovered the mourners came, dangling there heads at the sound of sorrow written bag pipes.
The hearse contained the remaining ashes of her, sitting in a marble box, engraved with her birth and her death.
The people whom looked upon it, where a small bunch.
In a collection of almost barley seen faces, only two where Familiar and close to her.
The rest where swarming flies to the dead, showing up only when a life had been said and done.
The radio spoke out again, echoing threw the corridor. "Her murderer was found with in the clues left at the crime. He has been taken in for questioning."
The details show... She did not go willingly.
The next week for her father was silent, and after that still absent.
For this little girl whom he had wanted so desperately to know, there was a blank space written in his heart.
And so.. She was gone... And so she fell, carelessly but United...
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(Reader POV)
My death Was broadcast threw out Ireland. Every TV, every radio, every newspaper, plastered my face and name.
The headlines where amusing. "Burnt alive!", "tragic accident", "teen suicide." All painting there own abstract picture of what had happened that night.
None of them where correct however, for my death was much more complex.
When I had passed, and when I was found the adrenaline lingered.
They took me in, turned me over and sliced me open, though my body was nearly done for, they where able to find traces of my DNA.
Leading them to exactly who I was.
A young girl, seen sneaking out late one night. Recorded as present at the house of a young James Moriarty. And as a result... Found as ash in a lone lake house.
After searching the place from top to bottom, finding the trace of human finger prints and DNA.
They took the person in for questioning, finding he had no problem explaining the idea of what he had done.
At last... The man was executed, no one was allowed to see him before his descent. No one but three loan law enforcement, witnessing the fall of a boy of mixed insanity. And before he was blurred by the shock of a metal chair, they pronounced it.
"Jack, William Moriarty, do you have any last words"
With a silent hand of a smile, he whispered.
"No"
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FanfictionYou grew up in Dublin Ireland, attending a school for rich and gifted minds. Which is where you met James Moriarty. Little did you know it was the first sweet sip of the intoxicating bliss of the rest of your life. Wouldn't it be the perfect crim...
