Jim Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 72

Despite your shout, there was no response. Instead, jim replied by text. Which indicated that he may not be directly in the building right now....which also implied that there may be something incredibly dangerous here. Bomb, firing squad, assassins with ninja swords.... bring it, jim. You were ready for anything.

...... however, you weren't prepared for what came next. A light switched on, William was under it. He looked quite beaten up, but besides that, he had a knife pressed firmly against his throat by some guy behind him. Obviously one of Jim's workers. William seemed incredibly pissed, but absolutely exhausted to the point he couldn't fight back anymore. You felt your face go pale. What had jim done.

"Oh my god.... William..." you went to take a step towards him, but stopped immediately at seeing the man press the knife slightly further against Williams throat, causing him to flinch. Your eyes darkened.

"What do you want. Just let him go. Please. Just... don't hurt him anymore. Tell me what you want me to do.. please!" You gripped the knife in one hand, and your phone in the other. You staring down at it pleadingly, waiting for jim to text you. However, you were greeted by silence, both virtually, and physically. William had obviously been told to keep absolutely silent, and luckily he was. Otherwise, he'd be long dead by now...

Another light turned on, illuminating a small boy's figure. It was Alex. He was laying unconscious on the floor, a stream of blood slowly pooling around the floor beneath him. You took a step backwards, as it clicked in your head. Jim was making you choose. He was going to kill one and let you help the other. He was creating a traumatic backstory for you like he had for William by taking him from his family, forcing him to work and cut out emotions. Also like he had for Harvey, by telling him that he was better off staying out of William and Alex's lives, forcing him to go into that 'emotionless mode' to keep it together and work. Now jim was going to make you indirectly kill one of your best friends, while having the other one around as a constant reminder to what you did. .... which will force you to, you guessed it, cut out all emotions and focus on work.

But that's what jim does best, isn't it. Crushes people from the inside out. Lies to them. Manipulates them. Destroys them.

If you saved Alex, William's throat would be slit. If you saved William, Alex would bleed out, and jim would likely ensure that there was no possible way for Alex to survive by shooting him or something.

You took another step backwards. Your eyes were still dark. You would not let him control you like this. You would not. But what choice did you have... you were taking too long. You could vaguely see the knife beginning to press harder into Williams throat, until you saw the tiniest drip of blood emanate from under it. The pool of blood under Alex was slowly getting bigger. Seconds more, and they both would have died.

You gripped the knife in your hand. Then, without any further hesitation, you turned it on yourself, delving deep into your stomach.

Immediately you collapsed, your vision blurring. You gasped at the intensity of pain searing through your body. The unbearable sensation agonized every part of you, forcing you into a gasping fit, as it cut off your ability to breathe properly. Your eyes teared up as a moment of clarity hit you. Jim killed you. Jim said he would never hurt any of you, but he lied. He hurt William and Alex, and he killed you. You were going to die.

As your vision dulled, you saw Jim's figure kneel beside you, lifting you into his arms. Just like you had done when you thought he had died on that rooftop... when he faked his death, faked shooting himself in the mouth just for bloody fun. Your body had mostly gone numb at this point, but you were certain there were hot tears streaming down your cheeks at the memory. You loved him... you loved him, and he betrayed you. And now he had the audacity to hold your dying body in his arms, as if he wasn't the one who forced you to kill yourself. As if he wasn't the one who had killed you.

.... your vision blackened, but before you were gone, you vaguely felt warmth. As if jim had pulled you close, and was holding you tightly. As if suddenly.... everything was going to be okay. 

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AUTHORS NOTE: 

Guys this actually hurt me so much to write. Don't know about you all, but for some reason it made me crazy emotional ha ha!! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Feel free to comment your opinions so far :)