The Wayfinder and the Siren (JohnLock AU)

Twisted Songs

A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!!! So I think we are getting close to the end of this book!!! probably gonna be a few more chapters after this but we are getting there. This chapter is pretty rough so be warned...but things are going to be getting better soon, I promise!! Hope you like it!! Enjoy<3 

Moriarty had turned John so he could watch the first sun setting, re-positioning his body so that while his arms were still trussed above his head, he was kneeling on the cold floor. There was a reason for the position change, of course. Moriarty had broken John's knee and was forcing him to bend the ruined joint.

"You know, I can normally read everything about a man from his Life Force." Moriarty was lounging in a chair across the room, running his fingers over a large console. "All I have to do is press this button." The man pressed a large green button and John felt his body convulse in pain as the sound ripped through him. He writhed against his bonds, feeling the bones in his broken knee grind painfully. "But with you, nothing. Not even a sliver of energy within your soul." He released John from the twisted song and came to stand before him, gripping John's chin and forcing him to crane his neck to meet his eyes.

"Y-You'll never have me."

"Oh, I know that. I never had any intention of keeping you. I just needed to give Sherlock the motivation to come save you. I couldn't control you if I wanted to." Moriarty gripped John's hair tightly and yanked his head back, pulling a yelp of pain from the broken man. "But I will enjoy making Sherlock pull you apart." John laughed painfully, feeling involuntary tears slip from the corners of his eyes.

"He's not coming." Moriarty gripped his throat roughly, making him squirm some more.

"You have no idea the hold your empty soul has on the minds of others, do you?" Moriarty leaned down and hovered his lips just over John's. "Your lack of emotion is, to say the least, intoxicating-"

"Let him go James." Cold dread coupled with an unfamiliar spark tore through John's chest at the voice that came from behind him. Moriarty looked up, still gripping John's throat and grinned, the expression an unpleasant mix of gleeful and empty.

John bit back a scream of agony when Moriarty spun him, dragging his broken knee on the ground and making the bones crunch. He hung his head and refused to meet Sherlock's eyes.

"I told you not to come."

"I couldn't let him kill you." Sherlock had changed back into his Siren form, his long black tail twisting behind him. Moriarty gripped John's hair and forced his head back once more, exposing his throat and placing a cold blade against the overheated skin there. "Don't-"

"Why him? What is so different about him and me, Sherlock? We are practically the same-"

"You are nothing like John Watson. He is good, and kind, and would never hurt another person." Moriarty laughed, digging the blade deeper into John's skin.

"He was a soldier!"

"He is a Doctor!" John felt something spark in his chest when Sherlock's voice wavered.

"He is nothing!" Moriarty pushed John forward, making his right shoulder snap unpleasantly and pulling a scream of pain from his raw throat. "At least, he will be, once you're done with him." Two men grabbed Sherlock by the elbows and dragged him into the room, the Siren not putting up any fight.

"Sherlock-" John's words died on his tongue as Moriarty pressed the blade that had been at his throat between his teeth and against his tongue. He felt the sting of the blade and tasted blood.

"Now, now you pretty thing, don't try to distract him. He has work to do." Moriarty stepped away from John and moved to the control panel, pushing buttons and smirking at the Siren.

He pushed the green button and a new song filled the air, sending a chill along John's spine. He watched in horror as Sherlock's body went limp for several seconds before tensing. He looked at John and his eyes were empty and cold.

"Sherlock!" John struggled against his bonds, his shoulder and knee screaming in pain. "Sherlock, please listen to me!"

"He can't hear you." Moriarty stepped close to Sherlock, grinning coldly up at the Siren. "You like the song? I spent weeks perfecting it. Exactly tuned to manipulate the deepest points of his Life Force. His mind is gone, and he will do whatever I want him to." John felt his blood run cold when Moriarty pressed his lips to Sherlock's and kissed him. The Siren didn't respond, but also didn't fight.

"So, this is what you want? The shell of his brilliance? You want to have him nearly dead and unresponsive, just so that he won't be with me?" Moriarty spun to face John, fury on his face. "What's wrong? Jealous that I don't need some twisted song to get Sherlock's love?" The Spider growled and stepped closer to John, trembling with rage. "How much does it piss you off? Knowing that I've made him writhe, and that he's let me, willingly?"

"Oh Pet?" Moriarty's voice turned even more melodic than before and Sherlock instantly responded, stepping closer and draping himself over Moriarty's shoulders. "Kill the good doctor. He's boring me." Sherlock raised his eyes to meet John's, and the ex-soldier saw a glimmer of awareness in the Siren's pale eyes.

Sherlock grabbed the knife from Moriarty's hand and stepped around him, the deadness in his eyes sending a spark of fear throughout John.

He hesitated as he approached John, glancing between the broken man and the blade.

"Sherlock, please, listen to me. Don't do this-"

"Why are you hesitating Pet? Kill him."

"Sherlock please-"

"I gave you a command, now complete it!"

"Please, Sherlock don't. Y-You love me, remember?" Sherlock's eyes hardened and he stepped closer to John, gripping his hair and placing the tip of the blade under his chin.

"Close your eyes John." Sherlock's voice was empty, but John was certain he saw a flash of pain in his eyes. He shook his head, holding Sherlock's gaze and breathing deeply.

"No."

"Please John. Don't make me watch you die." A tear fell from Sherlock's eye and John swallowed thickly. "Please, I can't stop this."

"I know Love, I know. It's okay. Take care of yourself Gorgeous." John could feel the blade shaking against his throat and he laughed, but it caught in his throat and sounded more like a sob than a laugh. "I never said before, but you know I love you too, right?" Sherlock's eyes widened and the blade stilled against his throat.

"J-John-"

"It's true you know, I'm not just saying it. I really do love you."

"What did I say? Kill him now!" Moriarty shouted stepping closer to Sherlock.

John watched as Sherlock's eyes hardened and braced himself for death.

Sherlock gripped the blade tighter and spun, gracefully sinking the blade under Moriarty's chin and into his skull. 

John screamed as he watched another blade pierce Sherlock's chest and exit his back, his face going slack and his body collapsing with Moriarty's. 

Fire sparked in John's chest as he screamed, his chest seeming to cave in as he burned.