Jim Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 30

As a deep laughter echoed through the room, you felt the darkness around you repress your ability to see where it emanated from. Your muscles were tense, your eyebrows furrowed as your darkened eyes glared in the general direction of the voice. You didn't feel scared... you wanted to protect this boy. He was your priority.

"Who are you?! What do you want??!" You snap towards the sound of footsteps slowly approaching you, stalking you like cornered prey. The man did not reply. You scooted the chair backwards a tiny bit, to cage Alex behind it protectively. He didn't seem to mind one bit, just stayed absolutely silent, although you could tell by the slight vibrations on your chair that he was grasping the back of it with shaking, terrified hands. Which only made you more protective.

"What could you POSSIBLY want from Alex?! Let him go, and I'll do whatever you need, I don't care."

"Y/n no...." Alex whispered from behind you, you just simply shifted the position of your tied hands to silently stroke his hair in response. Hopefully that would calm him at least a bit... still no reply from your mystery man.

".... fine. How did you get me here? Last thing I remember, I was at Jim's—— .... how,.. did you get inside that building without jim stopping you??" You ask quizzically, trying to pry some sort of information out of him, or at the very least just get him to speak.

"... Anyone can walk in anywhere at the right moment., as stated by Sherlock Holmes himself~." The man simply stated. His voice was deep, British, of course. You froze up at it, swallowed, and felt a shiver slowly make its way down your spine. It was beyond evil. It made its way through your ears, and from there on it coursed it's way throughout your body, making every part of you want to tremble in fear of the new malicious rival. You kept it together, despite his venomous tone.

".... so you know Sherlock, then. And Jim. But what does any of his have to do with Alex?? Please, just let him go. You don't need him here, by any means. You're scaring him, he could never hurt a soul. Please.." You state in response, as calmly as you can. The villainous laughter rang throughout the room once more, you felt yourself cringe.

"My dear, things aren't always as they seem. .... by the way.... mention any of this to Jim, and your new little friend acquires a bullet in his head~ have fun."

Just like that he's gone. The lights turned on, the chains retracted from Alex's wrists and the boy stood up, looking mournful and defeated. As he stared at the floor, you turned your chair to face him.

"Alex?? What was he talking about??" You ask, your eyebrows still drawn together. Alex pulls a phone out of his pocket, checking something, then looks at you again apologetically.

"I'm so sorry...." he whispers hoarsely, and you yelp as you hear a loud bang, and feel a sharp pain tear through your shoulder from behind.