What You Took From Me

I'll Take This To Go

 Sebastian had to work fast, had to hide the body. If he could call it hiding. Moriarty had wanted to be placed in the public, had wanted it to be found quickly. He wanted Molly one someone’s slab before the days out. Hell, he wanted Sherlock’s heart on a silver platter. Literally. But one can’t always get what one wants.

            The thought momentarily stings Sebastian’s chest. He huffs, shifting himself in the drivers seat of the car. Damn it. Okay. He had his orders, a few suggestions on the side- just like Moriarty to give him some creative leeway. He could do this.

            Stopping Molly’s car, Sebastian pulled the woman’s body from the back and dragged her to front as he slid out of the driver’s seat. He crept around the car the passenger seat and dug around in the glove compartment, finding a container and paint brush. Popping it open, Sebastian dipped the brush into the scarlet liquid and began to work.

He had avoided parking beneath any street lamp, away from any cameras, so he had his darkness, his privacy. But he kept it close to the business district, so it would be public as soon as the sun rose. Sebastian took his time, keeping a watchful eye on everything around him, scanning for any twitch of movement, listening for any sound. There was nothing. Nothing human anyways, nothing that would catch him. A cat has crossed his path, rubbed against his leg.

When all was finished, Sebastian took off, heading for the horizon still colored with night.

Sitting in a diner, Sebastian’s body felt heavy. He could barely keep his head up as his food came, as he swallowed cold water. Though Sebastian had been home, he hadn’t slept. He’d showered, changed, and headed back out into he public, and he’d done it quickly.

In his note, Moriarty had wanted Sebastian to be around when Sherlock found the body, had wanted Sebastian to feel the satisfaction of the consultant’s pain. And though it was too soon to say he wouldn’t feel it, Sebastian felt he was too damn tired to feel satisfaction. Especially with this type of killing. What Sebastian wanted to do was splatter that bastard’s brain all over the pavement. Or even his friend’s, that doctor, and have Sherlock watch so he knew what it was like to see someone you loved die. That would satisfy the shit out him.

Sebastian took another drink of water and felt the icy cool trail all down his throat. He ate his food, taking his time, barely able to chew, and waited. It was still early, but the sun was completely up, the sky burning bright blue. It wouldn’t be much longer.

Then it came.

The musical sound of sirens.

Smiling wide, Sebastian waved down his waiter, “I’ll take this to go.”