Battle For The Crowns {A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction}

Chapter 1~ 'Breaking and Entering'

I walked calmly over to the steeled black door with a gold handles and letters that read, '221' on them.
However, nobody came to the door, so I pulled out my Bobby pin and began picking the lock. This was ever too absurd, the Dark Commander, reduced to picking locks again, just like a trainee.
I heard the lock click, and I gingerly walked inside.
There was a staircase directly in front of me, that obviously led up to Mr. Holmes's flat, or the hallway to the right of the case, that led to the land lady's flat.
I quickly chose the staircase and began climbing it. There were nooks and crannies all over the stairs, and the railing on it. The wood was obviously old and chipped, with signs of many different people heading up and down throughout here. I reached the top of the stairs, and turned right a bit, just to find '221 B' on a door. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked, so I naturally let myself in, and cautiously peered around. The whole flat was completely empty, with almost no signs of life, other than the science experiences on the table, or the fact that the whole place smelt of cigarettes and coffee. There was a long aisle way to the right, and a seating room in front of me. I turned into the small kitchen on the left, and began making some coffee for myself- black with no sugars.
It was hot, bitter, and relentless, if coffee could be like that. Either way, I was, and it reflected me well.
I walked into the sitting room, and gently laid down on the black chair next to the window. The time was 12:46 p.m., and I was about to meet Sherlock Holmes.

2:55 p.m.
I was in my mind palace, revisiting good and bad memories. My fingers were folded over, and supporting my head that resting upon them. There was no movement from me, other than the occasional twitch of my hands, or the rapid movement of my eyes.

"Carson!!" A smaller version of me yelled.
"What, sissy?!" He yelled back.
"Will you play pirates with me?"
"I suppose so.. But I'm Captain Carson of the Black Pearl!!" He 'arrred' back.
"And I'm Captain-" I started, but then there was a gunshot to my left, and a scream.
Carson and I ran into the house, and quickly looked around for mum. I saw my mother's bleeding body on the ground, and I screamed. It was earsplitting, but desperate all at the same time. Carson ran over to her, and tried to get her to sit up. He was 7 years older than me, him being 16, and me 9. My mum began whispering to him in hushed tones, making him promise something.
All I remember from that day was my mother's scream when the man shot her. Our dad was never.. There. Mum said that he left us at a young age, but Carson and I thought he died. Apparently, this was true, since Carson came over to me, sobbing.
"She.. Was murdered by someone. We don't know who, but maybe the police will find out.."

I 'woke up' to the sound of a gun being cocked in front of me. Slowly, I opened one eye, and saw the last thing I expected. The barrel of a gun was being pointed directly at me, by none other than the Sherlock Holmes.
"Hello.." I murmured, while opening my other eye, and staring down the barrel, unflinchingly.
"Hello. Care to explain why you are in my flat?" He hissed.
"The door was unlocked." I explained.
"But that doesn't give you the right to come in here, and make coffee for yourself, and then sit down without us being here!" Another voice exclaimed.
"I promise I have a reason, just let me explain. But first, could you remove the gun from my head please?" I asked Sherlock politely.
"Oh, you'd like that, would you?" He retorted.
"..can you find me someone who wouldn't?"
He sighed and lowered the gun in defeat.
"Thankssss..." I hissed, elongating the s.
"So, explain. Why are you here?"
"Well, Mr. Holmes, I have a case for you."
"It's not an ordinary case though. Is it?" He asked shortly, and sat down on the couch.
"No, it isn't. They're right, you are good." I mused.
"Yes.. I could tell by the way you hold yourself, how easily you got into the flat without anyone noticing, how commanding you are, and how confident you are in this supposed, 'interesting' case."
"Yep." I said, popping the P. "Now, to business. I need your.. Assistance."
"Obviously, otherwise you wouldn't be here." He snapped.
"Sherlock!" The other man hissed.
I smirked at the short one, and replied, "it's alright. I'm the same. Now, is he trustworthy?" I asked Sherlock, pointing towards the other man.
"Yes, completely." Sherlock returned quickly.
"Excellent. Name?" I asked.
"John Watson." The man said.
"Hello, Mr. Watson."
"Ah, just call me John." He smiled.
"Okay.. Anyway, down to business. I know that both of you have personal experience with what I'm about to discuss. And, you will not tell anyone, anything, or anybody about this. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
"Yes, yes, death threats." Sherlock rushed, indicating for me to continue.
"Correct. It's James Moriarty, and he needs to be taken care of." I spoke softly.
John visually tensed up at this, and I nodded to him. "Yes, he's vile and cruel, but I need him dealt with."
Sherlock sat straighter, and narrowed his eyes at me. "And what are you here for then?"
"Because you're Sherlock Holmes, and I've got you interested." I smirked.
He nodded jerkily, and stood up. "I need more information than that. What has he done to you? Why are you mad? Why come to me?"
"Yes, I'm getting to that. Now, I know you've heard of the dark side of the planet. The people who are never spoken of, the ones who are just whispers upon whispers. That would be me. I'm part of that whole organization. Mr. Holmes, have you ever heard of the Black Legion?" I explained carefully and quietly.
His head turned sharply, and his eyes narrowed in my direction. "Yes... Continue."
"Well, I am, or was, one of the highest officials of it."
"Wait, what's the 'Black Legion'?" John asked.
"It's an underground terrorist and assassin network. They take out everyone and everything, including some of the most powerful world leaders." Sherlock explained.
"That's very correct. Now, I was  supposed to have the throne. I was supposed to be the highest Dark Commander there ever was. Until he came." I snarled.
"Moriarty?" John asked.
"Yes, he came and took my throne from me. And now, and now, he has the world's most dangerous terrorist network underneath him. And nobody needs that, do they?"
Sherlock just looked me dead in the eye and said, "I'll take the case."

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