The Sniper's Sister

14

amanda u piece of shit you know what

in two chapters I'm going to ruin what ever part of you functions as your heart okA Y

also, last chapter where eri is fake crying, and Jim is getting fake pissy and hitting her and shit, I stole the part where he's complaining about "not talking to the nice doctor" from amandaisnotstraight because she's top tier 10/10

y'all know I'm doing this by memory, as best as I can, because I can't find the full scene, so I'm sorry if it's a bit wrong in places
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"Evening." John spoke. He was repeating the words Moriarty said in his ear.

Sherlock whispered his name in a confused, and betrayed state. His eyes glued to Erianna, and he saw the tears in her eyes. Wait, tears? Erianna Jackson didn't cry, neither did the Genesis Moran he knew. Something was off.

"This is quite the turn-up. Isn't it, Sherlock?" John continued, and a still confused Sherlock muttered 'what the hell' as soon as John said, "Bet you never saw this coming?"

He slowly undid the jacket, reveling the bomb. Erianna tapped her foot twice, and a red dot appeared on the bomb. Internally she smirked. Jim thought he controlled the snipers, but really they mainly followed her orders, or signals in this case.

"What," John began,"would you like me to make him say next?" Sherlock realized what was happening, and slowly looked around, trying to spot Eri's snipers. "Gottle o' gear, gottle o' gear..."

"Stop it", Sherlock commanded.

"Nice touch this, the pool. Where little Carl died." Erianna could almost hear Jim's voice saying each word, and it was much different than what John was repeating back. "I stopped him. I could stop John Watson and Erianna Jackson too, stop their hearts." John struggled a bit to say the words, and Eri almost scoffed.

"Who are you?" Sherlock called, and turned his head at the sound of a door opening. Erianna bit back her smile.

"I gave you my number, thought you might call." Moriarty called out from the back of the pool. He casually strolled out with his hands in his pockets. "Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket," he continued as he walked,"or are you just pleased to see me?"

Sherlock pulled the gun from his pocket, and the younger psychopath had to resist the urge to protect her boss like she was supposed to. "Both," he replied.

Jim finally came to a stop a little ways away. "Jim Moriarty. Hi!" Sherlock's eyes turned to confusion, and he placed both hands on the gun. "Jim? Jim from the hospital? Hm, did I make such a, fleeting impression. Although, I suppose, that was rather the point."

The detectives eyes flickered to the two veterans, and Jim glanced to the rafters. "Don't be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty." Eri secretly rolled her eyes at the giant understatement.

"I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse, at what we have going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist you see, like you."

"Please, Jim, will you fix it for me, to get rid of my lovers nasty sister," Sherlock started. Erianna had done that one. "Please, Jim, will you fix it for me to disappear to South America." She had done that one too, and yet, Jim was walking forward like he owned the place. Sure, he had set them up, but who was the one who took care of it all? Erianna.

"Just so," Jim replied in a bad attempt to make his voice deeper.

"Consulting criminal," Sherlock whispered,"Brilliant."