Moriarty's Touch

I know everyone baby

The flashing blue and red light reflect of his sunglasses as he stands behind the neon Do Not Cross police tape. A faint smirk on his lips, watching the dead body being gurneyed away.

A pale lifeless hand hangs out as the body is jostled into the back of the ambulance. Soon the ambulance peels away from the street, it's sirens screaming into the afternoon.

You stand there, shifting the uncomfortable weight of the grocery bag in your arms. You swallow hard, fully aware of the dangerous man in the sunglasses, smiling across the neon circle of caution tape.

You bite your lip and quickly reach inside your grocery bag, smoothly sliding in your handgun so nobody sees it. But somebody does.

"Excuse me miss ?" A deep voice says on your right. This quickly makes you fake a smile and innocently turn to face the tall police man. He lowers his eyes to you and impatiently taps his pen against his notebook. "Do you mind answering a few preliminary questions for me?" He's asks. His eye twitches waiting for your answer. You nod compliantly and quickly glance over to the gun in his holster. "Where were you at 11:45 earlier this afternoon?" He sternly demands raising his eyebrows at you.

"I was grocery shopping." You saw looking at the bag in your hands.
" and what about 10 last night?"
" I was erm...." you stumble grasping the grocery bag closely to your chest. "At 10 last night I was erm...-" your eyes anxiously dart around the faces of the crowd, avoiding the policemen's stare and searching for the man.
"Miss?" He says again. "I was...-" you start.

"With me." An Irish accent interrupts. A hand wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to him. He has thick black hair and is wearing a cool navy blazer to match the navy blue ray bands covering his eyes. He looks at you then back at the officer. "I can attest she was with me all day today and all of last night. I'm surprised I even let her go get groceries." His laugh almost for a split second makes him look like a genuine human. His convincing smile curls at the edges; hypnotizing anyone who looked at it.

"Yes sir. Thank you sir, now what is your name?" The officer asks, boredly staring off into space. "Jim Moriarty." Jim smiles squeezing his fingers into you. "Alright that's everything thank you for your candor Mr.Moriarty." The officer jots down something and moves on to a family of four standing next to you.

"It's time to go home HONEY, it's time to make up for the time when you left me." Jim says loudly emphasizing the "honey" to try and make it convincing. He leans in and whispers in your ear, his hot breath sliding down your neck like sweet syrup.
"I know what you did, so let's take a little walk shall we?"
Your eyes widen and clutch the bag tighter.
"Now come with me and nobody will get hurt...again." He says, looking at the house where the dead man came out of. He shrugs, noticing you not move.
" I don't want to get my hands dirty." He hisses, nudging you down the street.
Keeping his arm wrapped around you, he leads you down the sidewalk and into a waiting limo around the corner. "Get in." He demands.
"No." You straighten your shoulders.
"Listen darling I already tortured someone for not listening to me me already today, and look how that turned out for them." He pushes you towards the trunk and opens a it. A putrid smell overwhelms your senses as Moriarty wafts in the sweet pleasure of death. "So when I say get in the car, I mean get in the car." He takes off his sunglasses and glares at you, his dark oak eyes send chills up your spine.
However, you still stand your ground.
"Fine. You leave me no choice." He smiles cynically.
He shuts the trunk and taps on the chauffeur's window. "It'll only be a sec." he says, giving a thumbs up.

Suddenly in one quick movement he turns around and backhand your cheek. Sending you to stumble back, drop your bag, and wince in pain.
You hesitantly reach up and touch your now stinging cheek while blinking away the tears.
SMACK
Another slap on the same cheek sends you doubling over to the ground.
You place your head on the cool cement and try your best to breath out the pain.
His menacing hands grips your hair by the roots and jerks your head up to him.
"Now, Mrs. McAvery, when I say get in the car. You get in the car to you understand?" He growls, digging his nails into your scalp.

"How did you..-" you say in between exasperated breaths.
"You're ever so pathetic you know that? Like what's the point of even talking to you if you're so easy. You don't think I know every single hitman in this place?" He pulls you up by your hair, making you bend your knees awkwardly and face the car tire. You wince in pain with each heartbeat from Moriarty's wanting fingers.
"Baby I practically I hired them all." He coos. "They all work for me, because I am the king. Now that means-" he smushes the side of your face against the limo tire.
"I know who is hired to kill me and who just wants to die. Ironically you're both." He sneers. He peels off your face from the tire and pulls you up so you're now level with the window.
You watch as your quick breaths fog up against it, clouding up your distressed expression. 

"How I'm going to kill you is a mystery to me, but let me assure you it will be long and terrible and you'll beg and plead and cry for salvation but the only thing that can save you is death its self." He violently let's go and slides his hands into his pocket casually like nothing happened.
" Now let's see if you changed your mind.