Loving the Insane (Moriarty Fanfic)

Meeting Him In Dark Paradise

Chapter One

Meeting Him In Dark Paradise

Silence.

My neck ached like hell; my mouth seeming to be restricted by lengths of duct tape. My sore, stiff spine popped as I twisted awake after my deep slumber and the realization hit that I was tied to a metal chair so freezing it gave me goosebumps. The room was practically a black void that made me feel blind. I tried to shout something, but the tape muffled my voice. My hands were grasped with tape behind my back and my weak legs, numbed from the lack of movement, were tied to the chair as well.

I leant my head back and I could feel my long, black curls with my somewhat-free fingers. My first reaction was to jolt my tired legs up in an attempt to slip my shoes out of the tape, but my furry, white boots clutched to the sticky material like two lovers reuniting.

God dammit, this is NO TIME for bad analogies!

Without notice, a bright light pierced through the room and I turned away with eyes squeezed shut until my vision could readjust. "I see you're awake, Ms. Jones," a male voice echoed throughout the space.

The voice traveled around me like waves, but all there was to see was a blinding stream of light. Words in my head were practically begging to see who was speaking to me and what was going on and where I was and how I got here. I was loaded with questions, but they crowded my head until I began to get a massive migraine.

Realizing the man was waiting for a reply, I sarcastically made muffled sounds through the tape, reminding him of my clear inability to speak my mind.

Yeah I want to talk to the chick I kidnapped once she wakes up, let's put duct tape over her mouth, that'll be fucking helpful...

I hate people.

After hearing a mere snicker echo through the air, I felt a gap in the tape and despite how dry my tongue was, shoved it through, trying to get the sticky residue to leave my lips. Without notice a hand appeared in my peripheral vision, faster than light it pinched at the edge of the tape and ripped it off, leaving a red rash along my cheeks. "Fuck that hurt!" was the reasonable outburst I cried. I veered my neck around to see who the hand belonged to but it was already gone. After wetting my dry lips and contorting my face until the burning sensation had subsided, I gave him the first obvious question that had popped into my head. "Who are you?"

"Telling you? Why that would be spoiling all the fun, wouldn't it?"

"I'll tell you mine," I tried to bargain sarcastically but mostly coughed, realizing how dehydrated I was. "Listen, I just want to know the basics. You know? Where I am? How long I've been here? Is it still the 21st century? Who you are...?"

"The name's James Moriarty...but you can call me Jim, much more easy-going, don't you think?"

I shrugged, even though I wasn't exactly sure if he could see me. "Carter Jones, but you can call me Carter." I responded, keeping my promise to reveal my identity. "Come into the light."

My throat croaked out this demand, suddenly reminding myself of that scene in Beauty and the Beast when Belle asks the beast to come into the light.

"Now why would I do that?" The man's voice sounded closer, and I detected an Irish lilt.

"Christ, well I was just kidnapped and I didn't have this scheduled on my calendar which really messed up my own kidnapping plans for this afternoon so honestly JIM, I'm a bit frazzled," I exasperated, slightly hating myself for joking at a time like this. "Look, I'd me more comfortable if I could see you."