Jim Moriarty x Reader 2

Chapter 18

Jim led you around town until he came to a nearby house that he seemed to know somehow. You looked around, your eyebrows drawn together as you worried about what you were going to see inside. As predicted, jim simply walked up to the back door, opened it, and stepped in. You felt growing concern that it could be a trap, however Jim didn't seem too worried about the thought.

You followed as he checked the rooms, feeling an uneasiness at the place. The house was dusty and untouched, the floors littered with shattered glass fragments and crumbled drywall. The wallpaper was shredded in areas as if someone took a knife to it, sometimes so deep that it broke through the wall to the insulation. You couldn't help yourself as you lightly traced your fingers over the damages, trying to figure out who- or what could have caused this.

"..... a half psychotic boy locked in a house with his mother for ten years. Don't act so surprised. Besides, some of this is new. Harvey has definitely been here." Jim hummed, his eyes barely glancing over everything as he gathered information on the building. You looked over at Jim, realizing he was talking about Alex. .... Alex really did all of this...? You knew it was all technically fairly recent, then. If you were correct, Alex's personality disorder didn't really begin forming until William was taken away by jim, leaving Alex alone with his mom. He would have been six at the time... that gave him a good four years to do all this damage. And then.... maybe a few more months after Alex apparently came back from the dead, just before his mom 'died'. Gosh, these boys were complicated.

You broke out of your thoughts, snapping back to reality as you felt jim's hand lightly grasp you by the shoulder, forcing you to stop in your tracks. You gasped and quickly squeezed your eyes shut, stepping behind jim as you didn't want to see what lay ahead. As Jim had predicted, there was William and Alex's mother, lifeless on the floor. You refused to look at her, the very sight made an overwhelming sense of anger begin taking over you again.

"Y/n, you don't have to be here~" Jim hummed, evidently calmer now however you still refused to leave him alone.

"I'm fine, James. ... but... why is she here? Wouldn't it have been obvious for Harvey to find her here, considering she was trying to hide from him...?" You ask, turning your back to the bloody scene that was in front of you. Jim turned and left the room as well, evidently he had no more need to be in there, as he'd gathered the information he needed.

"Yes. However by this point, she had already known she was going to die. So, what did she do about it? She agreed to meet Harvey here, but what could she have left for us that Harvey potentially could have missed. She would have chosen something he hated and never would have wanted to go near again..." jim stated, looking around. You both seemed to clue in to the same idea at once.

"Alex's room..." you whispered, your eyes saddening at the horrid truth. It was why Harvey left, in the end. He claimed jim took him away from his family, but really harvey just... hated everyone and everything. William was already enough, but Alex... Harvey wanted nothing to do with them. Until he found out Alex had powers, of course...

Nevertheless, you and Jim made your way upstairs to check out the boy's rooms. William's room, besodes being dusty, everything seemed to be perfectly in order. You couldn't help but smile to yourself at the thought of young William being an organized clean freak. He still seemed to lean towards the same obsessive compulsive behaviour, although it was a lot more under control now.

You made your way down the hall to what you presumed was Alex's room. It seemed to be more recently used- again, that would be due to the fact that Alex was staying here with his mom for a while after his grand 'resurrection'.

You and Jim searched the room, only to find no luck with anything.

"Jim, Harvey is clever. Any hint or clue or whatever you're looking for would be long gone by now..." you say quietly, going over to him and placing a hand on his back lightly. He seemed mad, although he stiffened up suddenly, seeming very concentrated on something. As if he was anticipating something would—

CRASH.

Shattered glass became airborne as yet another brick was hurled through the window.