Jim Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 29

Eventually you fully regained your senses and began to squirm. You were sitting, tied to a chair. ... classy. Stereotypical damsel in distress. Nice.

You sighed, looking around you. The room was pretty dark, you couldn't make out much. You heard a soft coughing sound though, and practically jumped out of your skin.

"Hello—??? Who's there??? What do you want????!" You call, looking in the direction of the sound. You were surprised to hear a silence, followed by the tiniest voice.

"........ hello........?" It sounded quiet, and frightened. Like.... a little boy.

"Oh my god— are you okay?? ..... what's your name..?" You ask, squirming in your chair to see if you could budge closer to the voice.

"... Alex.... who are you?" The voice asks in response. You managed to scoot a little closer.

"I'm y/n. How old are you, Alex?" You ask, still squirming to get closer to Alex's voice.

"I'm 10..." The response was. The boys voice sounded a bit confused now. You ignored it.

"Alex, do you know why we're here? Do you know who did this?" You ask, the silhouette of the boy coming into view. His figure shrugged.

".... no. ...... but really.... who are you....? This doesn't usually...... ..... do you live here? In London?" Alex asked. You stopped scooching. Strange question? Where did that come from?

".... I'm on vacation. ... a bit longer than expected, though. ... Alex, tell me one more thing, okay? Do you know anyone named Jim Moriarty?" You asked. To your surprise, you saw the boy's figure tense up, silent for a split second before responding.

"No. Why do you ask?"

"...... no reason." You reply. He was lying. He knew jim somehow, but he didn't want to talk about it. Fear? ... likely. A secret evil alliance with Jim? Haaah. Yeah right. That drug must still be in your system, hah hah. This boy couldn't harm a fly. You resumed scooching towards him until Alex finally came clearly into view through the dark. He was sitting on the floor against the wall, chains attaching his wrists loosely to the floor. He was quite small for his age, and had what looked like reddish brown hair, and blue eyes. Those were the only features you could make out in the dark, but nonetheless you tried to memorize everything you could about him in case of an emergency. He looked at you curiously, as if trying to figure something out.

But still, you ignored it. Wasn't important right now.

You heard a door slowly creak open, like stepping on an old, worn floorboard. You immediately turned your chair, ready to face whoever had come in, whilst keeping Alex behind you protectively. Who could hurt such an innocent child....?

... you had a feeling you were about to find out.