My Infinite

Kidnapped

"Oh But Sherlock you see," Moriarity smirked, pulling out a knife.

"Im going to cut, and burn and kill little John Watson over here," he giggled, stroking the knife against Johns cheek.

The video was being recorded from an old camera phone, in a dark room. Moriarity paced around John, whom was strapped to a chair, barely visable.

He pulled the knife away, leaving a small streak of blood on Johns cheek. Moriarity bent low and smirked, licking the blood from Johns face.

"Your pet is sweet Sherlock. I understand why you kept him," he smirked, turning back to the camera. "You have 24 hours to solve my 5 mysteries, and find your lover boy, before I slowly tear his flesh from his body, bit by bit, chunk by chunk. Tata now honey," his grin faded and he looked into the camera, a look of complete hatred, devil, and murder in his eyes.

The recording made a clicking noise, and he looked back at John. John looked at his feet, his hair falling down, hiding his face. Moriarity walked by him, and curled his index finger, tracing it against his jaw. "Arent you cute," he said sadly. "Too bad your Sherlock wont be here in time to save you," he shrugged.

John squeezed his eyes shut. "Aww dont be like that Johnny boy," Moriarity smirked again, and lifted his hand. He did an uppercut on John, and his head flew up. He groaned, and his head lolled to the side. "Look at me when im speaking to you. Manners John, I thought you had them," Moriarity tutted. John spit the blood trickling from his nose at him and Jim glared, looking down at his grey suit.

"I just got this dry cleaned," he sighed. He looked back up and slapped John. "Im was trying to be a nice host, and you go and ruin my suit," he sighed. "Doesnt matter, Sebby will take care of it. Speaking if Sebby, I must go. He and I have a lovely dinner together, then we're going to go on a romantic homocide spree," he sighed twirling around.

"Did Sherlock ever take you out?" he asked turning around and walking to the table. "Oh, forgot heh 'Not Gay' he smirked and shook his head. "But hes so in love with you," he said turning around. "Sometimes John you're a real idio-" "Shut up," He mumbled

Moriarity froze, slightly suprised. John hadnt spoken at all, and now he decided to. "Im speaking the truth John. Right now hes probably trying to solve all those murders, just to find you," he sighed. "Isnt that sweet?" He did a pouty face and John squeezed his eyes shut. "Aww John how can you be so blind," he tutted.

"Sh.. Shut. Up," John said, exhausted. "Hmm," Moriarity giggled. "Tata now," he turned around and walked into the dark. Soon the sound of a mettle door being open and closed rang through the room.

John slowly lifted his head, and scrunched his eyes from the blinding light. He looked across the table, and saw that the camera phone had never stopped recording.

He squinted his eyes, and saw 3 red words.

Recording Live

John sighed. "Atleast it feels like you're with me, right?" he croaked.

"You're probably not even watching this. Too busy saving my ass... again," he chuckled. "Umm," he looked at his feet, which were tied to together in front of the chair. "If I die here.. that will be an extreme disappointment. So I would really like it if you... saved me," he rolled his eyes. "If you breath one word of this, I will murder you," he gave a pained smile.

"So yeah... Sherlock uh... solve the mysteries I guess and... come find me," he felt a tear fall from his eye. "Please," he croaked.

John Watson was never afraid of dying. He wasnt worth anything to anyone. And now he was. He didnt want to leave Sherlock. Everything was finally coming together and now it may never happen.