Why won't he just leave me alone. Can't he see that I'm angry at him? That I despise him. That I want nothing to do with him. He lied to me, led me to believe he actually had feelings for me, just to use me as a prop. I hate him. He's supposed to be good at these things. Sherlock Holmes, get away from me.
I have been hanging out with Moriarty more and more. Sure he flirts with me, but would it be so bad to date someone who actually can love me? Maybe I'll give it a shot.
I meet him on the blacktop as usual, smiling when he grins at me.
"So, Johnny Boy. Want to date me today?" He asks me the usual question.
"Sure, why not." I can see the smug look crossing his face.
"What changed your mind?" he knows the answer.
"You have been nicer to me than he has ever been. I would like to be your boyfriend. Simple as that." We both call Sherlock "he". He knows it hurts me to actual say his name.
"Excellent. I just have one condition." I pull back my head in confusion. One condition, but he was so anxious for me to be dating him, and he has conditions? Just one. I guess it won't be too bad.
"Yes?"
"You can't let Sherlock just get away with this. We have to do something to him, for all that he's done to you." I nod. It seems like a pretty good deal.
"Sure. What should we do?"
"Well, lets think of ideas. If you don't think you never have enough fun!"
"Fun destroying his life?"
"Yes, now your getting the hang of it." I smile a little. He approves.
"So, he is really self-conscious about his father. He's so normal, and he used to be just like him. Then he changed, but he still goes back to his old self if you address his pressure point." I almost feel guilty about giving this information. When he told me, we were relaxing in a park. He rested his head in my lap, and told me about how annoying his father is. I tossed his hair around, asking why he hated him so much. He told me about how he used to look up to him, clinging by his arm all the time. Then Mycroft taught him to shift more like their mom. He hasn't been the same ever since. No, no. He was just telling me it so he wouldn't be telling himself. I still hate him. He didn't actually want to tell ME the information. I stand up straighter, and Moriarty pulls his head closer to mine.
"What's his pressure point. Come one, you can tell me anything." I breath in, closing my eyes to help me remember. Me. He said his only weakness was me.
"It is, he said his pressure point was me."
Jim smirks, "Well, well, well. Guess who we have complete control over, with you by my side." I smile too. We can bring Sherlock Holmes crashing to rock bottom.
