The Death Game

Chapter 21

-Next morning-

 Juliet was finally out of arm's way. No one would come look for her, Lestrade made sure of that. Besides she now had more than two trained assassins to protect her, now she had John Watson an army doctor and Sherlock Holmes, a sociopath with a long history of violence. Yet there was something she couldn't get out of her mind, why didn't Lexis Blake and Kol Mikaelson jump out of nowhere to magically save her from these Americans? She only knew one person who could fully answer that question.

Jim Moriarty.

''Had to teach you a lesson. This is what happens when you stay with Sherlock Holmes.'' was all he had said to her in response.

Her normally calm and pleasant demeanour slowly changed and her face was contorted in an all-consuming anger. Her mouth was quivering, slurring words that were unintelligible came spewing into space like a volcano releasing its pent up emotions. Her hands were closed into fists as her frail shoulders crouched forward, daring him to repeat once more the words that had torn her heart into fragments.

Anger built inside of her as she felt betrayed by the one person she held closest to her heart. It was a crumpling feeling. It was a feeling that made her desperate for attention, approval and affection, yet the only person that could give her all that had just slashed her heart into pieces. It made her feel nauseous. It killed her self-esteem, her trust, everything. 

Everything was too fast to comprehend, as she was plunged down that steep hill her stomach lurched into her throat, choking her. And when the ride ended, all her nerves were alive as ever and her senses were heightened. Juliet wanted to go back on the ride again, because maybe next time it would be easier on her, and it would be as if it never hurt her.

When she finally got hold of her feelings again, it was as if the whole world was spinning around fast yet she was standing still. There were strings holding her down and the man before her was watching the one person who couldn't move. She was vulnerable and she had no idea how to snip the strings and move on. She was trapped, paralysed. Jim Moriarty wasn't a man at all. He was a spider. A spider at the center of a web. A criminal web with a thousand threads and he knew precisely how each and every single one of them danced.

Then she let go. Let go of everything and with a quick sudden move, her hand flew into the air and landed with a sharp noise directly onto the man's cheek that sent it flying from the left side to the right in what seemed like the speed of light. As soon as her hand had made contact with his face, she knew she had possibly made the biggest mistake in her whole life. He slowly moved his head back into place, his jaw made a sudden movement of annoyance. Lowering his head, a small smirk appeared on his lips.

''I'm so... so sorry.'' she whispered, backing away, ''I didn't mean to... I just didn't...''

''Silly girl.'' was all he answered as she tried making herself smaller, ''Silly silly girl.''

She couldn't say a word, every sorry she said meant nothing to him, she was scared out of her wits, all she wanted to do was cry and let him comfort her. But all she could see in his eyes were disappointment, shock and worse of all, malice. Especially hate. Out of nowhere, in a large flash of white, her cheek started hurting. Her eyes closed shut and she stumbled backwards, trapped between Jim and the hard wall. His face wasn't white as snow; it had turned red in anger.

The door opened loudly. A man stood there, dressed in a well-tailored suit. His slightly tanned skin blended perfectly with his sandy blond eyes. Wide baby blue eyes brought out his natural beauty, yet a large scar crept over his left eye. When he spoke, he sounded gentle and soft.

''I hope I'm not interrupting anything, sir.'' the man in the doorway whispered as he looked at the woman trapped between his boss and the wall.

''No.'' Moriarty replied with a smile, ''Miss Waters was just leaving.''