Jim Moriarty x Reader | Hard Times

Doubts

Warning(s): None.
Word Count: 1144 Words.

You sit on your bed, staring at the ceiling, for what seemed like it would be another sleepless night. It was happening again. He was angry, hating the world. You tried to help, but got burnt in the process. He didn't want your sympathy, he didn't want your kindness. He had shut you out once again, this time maybe for good. You tried everything that you could to make him see. What happens next is up to him.

~~~~~~~~12 hours earlier~~~~~~~

"Wait, Jason!" You cry out, grabbing onto his arm. He yanks away from your grip, a fire blazing in his eyes.

"No, (F/n). You probably don't care anyway." He turns away from you, venom dripping from his voice.

"You apparently don't listen well." You groan exasperatedly, this wasn't the first time he has tried to push you away.

"And what makes you think that?" He hisses at you, starting to walk away.

"The part where you said that I probably don't care anyway." You walk a little faster to get in front of him.

"What's your point?" He shouts at you, clenching his fists.

"I am your sister, Jason. I care about the decisions you make, and this one is not okay!" You push him lightly, trying to make him stop.

"Why? (F/n), this is what I need to do." He looks into your eyes, the fire that consumed him moments ago dying down.

"Because, Jason! Working for a man like him is dangerous!" You throw your hands in the air angrily. When was he going to learn?

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'Moriarty.' The thought buzzed through your head like an angry swarm of bumblebees. 'Of all the jobs...' You gripped onto your sheets tightly, bringing them in closer.

Did Jason know this wasn't safe? Did he know you were going to be put in danger because of this? Did he even care? Jason had made a deal with a snake, one he couldn't take back. Would he be okay? Would you be okay?

Now he would be nothing more than a pawn to throw away. Another player in the most risky game of Life. And what would you be? 'A prize to be won, or to be lost?' The thought sent a shiver up your spine.

'Leverage.' You shifted around uncomfortably, knowing full well it was true. 'He could use you at any moment.' You sat up and looked around quickly.

"Pfft, this is silly." You told yourself, rubbing your hands together for comfort. "I'm just being paranoid, that's all." You said for reinsurance, but still felt like someone was watching you.

What if someone was watching you? What if it was one of Moriarty's men? What if they were sent to get you while you were asleep! You sprung out of bed to check every window and door of your apartment. Yup, still locked.

You walked back into your bedroom, feeling slightly more at ease. You closed the door behind you with a sigh of content. Maybe you were just being paranoid. Hopping back into bed, you snuggled down into your warm sheets, sleep beckoned for you to fall.

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A cold breeze blows in through an open window, leaves from the tree outside rustle softly. Slow, thumping footsteps echo throughout the quiet apartment. Gloved hands reach for your bedroom door, ever so gently turning the knob. It opens silently, making a sly grin spread on the darkened face.

Shadows surrounded the figure like an old friend. Black eyes looked out across the room, studying it like a map. Creeping forward, he makes his way toward you. It would have gone smoothly, if the plan hadn't been ruined.

A low growl sounds off in the main room, making him turn. Nothing was there. Another growl sounds off before barking rings through the apartment. You shift around in your bed, trying to ignore the sound. The stray cat was probably in the tree again.

When the barking seems to be endless, you open your eyes with a groan. The man steps back into the shadows as you get out of bed. With a yawn, you push yourself forward, moving sleepily to the window. You could have sworn you closed all of them.

Once the window is closed, you turn around to head back to bed. Only, you run into something. That something being a well dressed man, but the darkness concealed his face from you. Your mind urges for you to scream, but your jaw locks in place. The last thing you recall is mist from a can, then darkness.

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You come to in a relatively dim room, a glance around tells you it's not your apartment. The room is barren, besides the chair that you are currently sitting on. A single window behind you allows a little moonlight to fall on your back. You notice your hands are skillfully tied behind your back, this wasn't any ordinary kidnapper.

"(F/n)-" An Irish voice calls from the darkness. "-I was starting to think you'd never wake up." The voice sounds like it's moving around the chair. You crane your neck around, trying to find the culprit.

"S-show yourself, coward!" You scream, tugging at your restraints. A small chuckle is heard as the footsteps end. Your eyes widen when you see the 'Napoleon of crime' himself.

"You and I both know that's not true." Moriarty's dark eyes scan over your form, a challenging smirk on his lips.

You look at the ground, jaw tightening in place. This was the last man you wanted to see. You fidget around in your seat, wishing he were anyone else on the planet. Sadly, he wasn't.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." He watches your movement intently, finding it to be amusing. You reply with a curt nod, still avoiding eye contact. This seemed to annoy him, because he quickly turns away from you.

"I got a call earlier, it was from your brother." He states, sounding a little bored. "Said he had some artwork for me." He casually informed, though there was also something dark in his voice, sending shivers up your spine. "And I didn't get it. I don't like when people break their promises." He chuckles unenthusiastically, kicking an empty can at the end of his sentence. The can ricochets off the wall with a loud 'clank' noise.

"W-what does this have to do with m-me?" You mumble, watching as he turns back towards you.

"Isn't it obvious?" He pulled his head back, flabbergasted. "Honey, you are his saving grace~." He smirks, walking around you again.

"H-how is that?" You shakily breath out, keeping your head forward. You can feel your heart sink inside your chest, dreading what is to come.

"Ordinary people bore me." He looks to the side, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Will you?" He asks aloud, more for himself than you.

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~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~