Key:
P.O.V ~ Point of view
(Y/N) ~ Your name
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Your P.O.V
I've been here for three days. I had gotten used to the silence by now. But the one thing I had never gotten used to was waking up in a cold, dark room only to see Moriarty's face glaring right at me. It was unsettling. I don't remember much. Only that I was forced here against my will.
~Flashback~
I had just left 221B Baker Street and I was supposed to be meeting up with a friend at a local park. We hadn't been talking much and she wanted to catch up with me. I couldn't wait. I could tell her about meeting Sherlock and getting a job in Scotland Yard. However, when I arrived I couldn't see her anywhere. I just got a text from her saying 'Hope you are ready to play the game!' I took one glance up from my phone and I saw two men in suits walking towards me. Next thing I know, I'm laying on a dirty mattress with a small, filthy blanket covering me. A single candle was lit by me. It seemed to be the only light in the place.
"Morning, (Y/N)!" A voice echoed. It wasn't a voice I recognized at all. How did this man know my name? My heart beat increased and my eyes searched the darkness. Nothing. I heard faint footsteps and suddenly I saw a face. He had a clean-shaven face and he was quite pale.
"W-Who are you?" I stuttered. The man just laughed and the footsteps began again. He was pacing. He made his way towards me and his full body became visible. He was tall and thin. His lifeless eyes stared at me and I tried my best to keep eye contact. He stretched his neck and clicked his knuckles. I broke eye contact after a while. I didn't enjoy looking at him. he's not the best sight in the world. I glared at the floor.
In the corner of my eye, I could see him kneel down beside me. His hand was covered in blood and was reaching out towards my face. I tried my best to move out of his way, hoping he would stop, but he had a forceful grip on my chin. He lifted his hand, therefore lifting my head to look at him.
"The name's Jim Moriarty. You might've heard of me," He smiled one of the creepiest smiles I had ever set eyes on.
"I've never heard of you..." I moved away from him, making him let go of my chin. His smile faded quickly.
"Hasn't your boyfriend mentioned me before?" Moriarty stood up and began to pace again.
"How did you know I have a boyfriend?" I gasped. I had never met this man before and he already knows my name and the fact that I have a boyfriend.
"Oh... We go way back!" He smiled again, "Your quite special. Being able to make Sherlock Holmes fall in love..."
My palms began to sweat as the candle that was once lit had been put out.
"But I'm the one that will make him fall to his death..."
~End Of Flashback~
Moriarty was still staring at me as he pulled out his phone and placed it by his ear. He has calling someone. But who? I heard a deep voice answer the phone. It was one that I did recognize. Sherlock!
"I've done what you've asked! Now tell me where she is!" I could just about hear him. It seemed like Moriarty was giving him tasks in return for information on my location...
"Dark and damp and mostly cold. Open the door and down steps of mold. Keep your tread, lest footling slips. My heart is where the washing machine fits," Moriarty rhymed. The line went silent...
"You have two hours..." Moriarty hung up.
~Time Skip~
It had been a while since Moriarty made the phone call. I didn't have a watch so I couldn't tell the exact time. I just had to hope that Sherlock would figure out where I am in time. I already knew my fate if he didn't... But I have to not think about that. Not now at least.
A faint creak could be heard. A door was opening. I heard another creaking sound but it was the sound of Moriarty's chair as he got up. I glared up at his face that was now illuminated by the candle light. He was aiming a gun right at my head.
"Up now!" He whispered. I slowly rose from the mattress, throwing the blanket off of me. I slowly got onto my knees hoping I could give Sherlock time to get to me. However, when Moriarty's patience ran out, he grabbed me by my shirt and tugged me into the shadows.
A streak of light appeared as well as a silhouette of two men. It was definitely Sherlock and John. Sherlock's curls were a big giveaway along with his coat collar. Who does Sherlock always take with him? His best friend, John. It was an easy deduction.
"Sherlock! A lit candle!" I heard John's voice break the silence. The sound of footsteps followed.
"Recently lit... Moriarty is still here!" Sherlock added. Both of their bodies became visible. Sherlock held the candle in his left hand, a gun in his right.
Moriarty dragged me off to the side to a wall where he flipped a switch. The switch turned on the lights to reveal a basement. Sherlock and John's eyes shifted in my direction. I could see the worry in Sherlock's eyes and the shock in John's. My tears ran along Moriarty's hand and splattered onto the floor. Sherlock cocked his gun and pointed it directly at Moriarty. But all Moriarty did was tut.
"Haven't you learned nothing? If you kill me. My people will kill precious, little (Y/N)!" Moriarty moved his gun near my head, "Now... Where were we?"
"What do you want?" Sherlock yelled. I could sense the fear in his voice.
"You could stop aiming you gun at me..."
"You could stop pointing your gun at (Y/N)!" Sherlock continued to yell.
Moriarty's gun was moved away from my head and Sherlock stopped aiming at him. Moriarty stepped forward, dragging me along with him. He kept walking closer to Sherlock until he was almost touching him. He removed his hand from over my mouth to the back of my head. With a forceful push, I fell to the floor. Everything turned into a blur but I could just about make out Sherlock and John rushing to my side.
"Stay with us, (Y/N)!" Exclaimed John. Everything turned to black...
~Time Skip~
I woke up in a hospital bed with Sherlock by my side, holding my hand. He hadn't noticed I had woken up. He was crying? He never cries! I watched in silence as he took a deep breath in and out.
"He should have never have brought you into this... I'm sorry!" He weeped. He let go of my hand and left the room wiping his tears away. I should have said something...
Another man entered the room. A doctor maybe? I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard a chair creak. Whoever it was they were here to see me. Maybe John? I could hear his breathing. It was deep.
"Don't get too comfortable..." I recognized his voice...
"The game has only just begun..."
Moriarty.
