I'm Not Afraid (Sherlock BBC Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: Moriarty (Sherlock's POV)

After Alice and I both realized that the killer has the phone, a thought dawned on me. The killer has been moving around way too quickly. It means that he was driving. He has been stopping at times. Stopping at random streets and houses. It hit me - he was a cabbie. And he was coming toward 221B Baker Street. He was coming for me. I jumped up.

"I'll be right back." I whispered to Alice. She didn't look up. She was too preoccupied with the computer. It would buy me time to get out of here. I silently slipped away and put on my coat and scarf. I got out the back door for Lestrade was coming into the front door. I didn't want him to see me. Once he was out of the earshot, I walked toward the front and saw the cabbie standing in front of his cab, his legs crossed. He was around 60, with white hair, a pale and wrinkly face, and grey eyes. He watched me for a moment and smiled.

"I was wondering when I would get the privilege of meeting the famous Sherlock Holmes."

"Are you waiting to pick up someone?" I asked, pretending not to know what was going on.

"You." He opened the door to the backseat. "Get in, Mr. Holmes." I waited for a second and then walked toward the car and slipped inside quietly. He shut the door behind me and got into the car. He started to drive. We rode in silence. I stared out the window, bored. After some time, the cabbie has stopped the car and opened the door for me again. I got out and turned around.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You tell me. You know where we are."

"220 Flower Road." I said automatically. The cabbie smiled and opened to the door that was open to the shabby building.

"Through there, Mr. Holmes."

"And what if I don't want to go there?" The cabbit silently took out a gun and aimed it at my head. "Ah." I nodded and proceeded inside. We walked a few flights of steps. I wondered why do I have to walk somewhere so far away from the entrance; no one could hear us anyway. We came into a desolate room where there was only a long table with two chairs.

"Please, sit down." The man gestured to the chairs. This did not sound like he was acting like this out of courtesy. His words sounded like a demand, so I obeyed. He sat down across from me.

"You are the killer, are you not?" I asked calmly.

"Yes." He smiled, giving a nod.

"Why?" He raised his eyebrows. "Why did you decide to kill all those people?"

"Oh, but you must have some idea, Mr. Holmes." He tilted his head.

"I don't..." Then, I see it. That insane look and smile on his face was not just fake. His eyes were burning with some unknown and wild passion. It wasn't anything like I have seen before, but I knew what it was after another moment of staring.

"Revenge." I heard myself say. He nodded. "For?"

"For my children. They were knocked over to the street by some bitch and a car slammed into them. I hate all people. And this is what I do, to avenge my children." What a stupid thing to do, like it would help anyone, I thought to myself. I shifted in my seat.

"How did you kill them?" My voice was surprisingly calm as my green-blue eyes flickered upon the murderer.

"I tell them to get into the cab and bring them to random places. I talk with them, using my power of persuasion. In the end, it is there choice to take the pill, and they choose which one they want to take." I nod.

"Murder that looks like a suicide. Clever." I said softly. The cabbie smiled.

"I'm glad you think so." He pulled out two bottles. Each contained a single pill. I knew that one contained poison and the other did not. He nodded at me. "Choose."