A new girl in town - Moriarty Fanfic

Chapter Nine

A few days later

My bruises and cuts were healing pretty quickly, I was happy about that. My face didn't hurt that much anymore but my wrists still stinged a bit whenever I touched them.
The nurse told me I could leave the hospital tomorrow, but only if I took good care of the bruising.
One more night and I can sleep in my own bed again. Finally.
It seemed as though the day went by at half speed, and I got into bed fairly early.

At midnight my phone started buzzing through the dark hospital room and the loud ringtone startled me and woke me up from my sleep.
What? That wasn't my ringtone, was it?
The smartphone was playing Tchaikovsky and the display read 'Unknown Caller'. "Nope, not picking up." I mumbled to myself.

"Oh come on, pick up the phone."
A smooth high voice sounded from the corner of the room. I gasped "What the fuck!" The light went on and I saw Jim Moriarty standing in the corner, phone in hand. "Hiii, I wanted to see how you were doing. Seems like the cuts are almost gone, you can thank me for that since I gave you some fluids to stop the swelling."
So that's what was in the syringe.
I tried to unlock my phone to call someone but he stopped me. "No no no, don't spoil it. I need your full attention now, you're going to do a job for me." He said while he took the phone out of my hands and squeezed my wrists. I inhaled sharply as the pain in my wrists turned into a burning heat. "I'm not doing anything for you. You got me into this mess in the first place." I sat up on the bed, angrily staring at the man that caused me so much pain just a few days ago.

"And what if I made this decision a bit easier."
His hand trailed from my wrist to my face, while his eyes followed his hand. He caressed my cheek as he spoke again. "If you don't do this for me love, your precious friends will be involved in a terrible and very accidental gas explosion." He practically cooed when he talked about hurting them. I slapped his hand off my face and got up from the bed.

I had no choice. I tried to look tough and leaned on the bed while looking into Moriarty's dark eyes. "Okay, what do I have to do." Moriarty was surprised I changed my mind so quickly, but then again he could persuade people in mere seconds. "You'll be my hitwoman for the night. I noticed you were very skilled at handling a gun. There's this man who wronged me and he has to die. I put your clothes in the bathroom, we're leaving in 5 minutes." He pointed towards the small bathroom in my hospital room.

I walked over and saw my black jacket, jeans, tshirt and trainers draped over a small white table. "You broke into my flat. Of course." I started getting angry but Jim closed the bathroom door and I got dressed. After three minutes I opened the door and looked at him with my jaw clenched, still angry that he broke into my flat and went through my stuff.

Moriarty saw my expression and rolled his eyes at me. Without saying a word he opened the door and ushered me down the hospital hall.

We arrived at the same black car and he opened the back door for me.
I got in, he closed the door and went over to the other side. I got a small déja vu, but this time he wasn't holding me down. The chauffeur started the car and we drove towards the main road.

"Got you a little present, as a reward for being so helpful." Jim said. He reached forward to the passenger seat and gave me a crimson velvet rectangle box almost as wide as the seat I was sitting on.

I opened it and stared at the contents in awe. In the box lay a beautiful black Glock gun, with an extra magazine and a holster to carry on your belt. "Oh wow." I whispered, moving my hands to the gun and holding it like a precious piece of jewelry.
Suddenly I remembered who it wasfrom, and put the gun down in the box again. "You're welcome. You can keep it after you've killed the target.
Here's the plan: We go in, I talk, he begs for his life, boring boring boring. I'll ask you to shoot him on the count of five,but you will shoot him when I reach three." I involuntarily chuckled as he explained the plan.

"Right, I shoot on three because he'll twitch on five,making it harder to have a clean kill." The man next to me smiled sadistically and nodded.
"Right. I'm liking you already."