Redemption || MorMor

Decisions, Decisions

His head was rushing. What the hell had just happened? He had just agreed to not only work for his boss's biggest enemy, but to move in with him. What was wrong with him? Why did he agree to do that? Why didn't he just shoot him there and then? Why did he even listen to what he had to say?

Once he was outside, the fresh air filled his lungs. But what he was really after was a cigarette. He needed one after that. He deserved one after that. Leaning against the side of the hotel and looking up at the sky, he lit the cigarette that was between his lips. The toxins rushed through his blood stream and made him calm down and be able to think straight. He ran a hand through his hair and he sighed loudly. He was in a mess. His employers would be waiting to hear from him. How the hell was he meant to explain what had just happened?

Jumping in a taxi, he decided to head home for the last time, considering he would be living somewhere else the next day, apparently.

He still wasn't sure why he'd agreed. Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was the knowledge that, if he became rich through killing him, his life would still be as painfully empty and lonely as it was before. Maybe he wanted a new adventure. Maybe he wanted the danger.

Or maybe there was something about that funny, little Irish man that Sebastian quite liked. Just maybe.

Not wanting to think about the problem at hand any more, he got in, switched his phone off, drunk for an hour, and passed out at the kitchen table.

"Fuck-" he groaned upon waking up. The table edge had burned a red line onto his face while he slept. He had the familiar ache of a hangover that was so familiar from his years of over-drinking that he barely noticed it, and it would probably feel strange to wake without the dull thrumming in the back of his head and a foul mood. He glanced at the wall-clock, which read 12:25. He groaned again and hit his head with his hand. "For God's sake-!" The man yelled, having a quick swig of whiskey, and stood up by practically throwing the stool behind himself. It was still trying to steady itself as he left the room and went upstairs to get boxes to pack his things.

He hadn't been in the house long. Or at least he didn't think he had. When he really thought about it, it must have been at least 7 years. But it still felt like someone else's house. Like he'd never really moved in. But oh well, it meant he had less work to do now he was moving out.
He only filled 3 boxes, and he probably could have fitted that in 2. It was now 1:50. He had time to kill. Instead of drinking, like he would have on any other given day, he decided to do a little bit of research.

He was 1 hour and 10 minutes away from moving in with a man he didn't even know the first name of. He'd be even more mad than he already was if he didn't do a little homework on the man before hand.

Typing 'Moriarty' into Google didn't come to much avail, only that there was an author of the same name and it was a surname of Irish decent. Like himself. He soon realised that, of course, Moriarty was a private man who would have had all traces of himself and his identity removed from common search engines. He wasn't sure how to go about finding out information. So he got his phone out, ignoring the hostile and confused texts from his employers, and texted an old friend who was involved in the wrong side of the law and had been for all his life.

[Txt: What do you know about Moriarty? - SM]

When his friend's reply came, he really knew he was in trouble.

[Txt: Never say that name again. Destroy your SIM just in case. Don't get involved with anything to do with him. And certainly don't involve me.]

"Shit..." he muttered to himself. This really wasn't looking good.

He had another swig or two of strong alcohol. He convinced himself that he needed to be intoxicated to deal with this situation. He lit up and blew it into the air, watching the grey patterns make their way across the room. It calmed him slightly. "Oh well, it'll be something different... and the pay is excellent."