The Adventures of James Moriarty

Oh, Sweet Revenge

James bolted the door shut.

He pressed his frail figure against the door, feeling the sharp blows on his back that were delivered from the other side. Chaotic howls and derogatory terms being shouted at him.

"OPEN UP!"

He remained silent. His heart beating rapidly against his ribcage as he felt the bangs on the door. He eyed his research, and then shook his head. There was no way he'd give up his hard work just so they could plagiarise it and publish it as their own.

He'd kept his study a big secret, but now his nightmares were coming true.

"Open the door James, or I'll... urinate over your doorstep!" threatened his nemesis. He heard the mob of laughter, and as much as his blood boiled, he kept quiet. His mind raced.

"Then maybe I'll also take a big shit right here!" He shouted again, leaning closer to the door. More laughter followed. They found this sick manner of bullying rather hilarious.

Jim winced, knowing that the bully was not joking. He knew how sickeningly low he could get.

There were many times that James would be captured, held firmly in place and — yes, quite literally — pissed on. Public humiliation was one thing he hated the most, or even any sort of humiliation, but god, did he bear it. His passion was far stronger than any form of torture he faced by his colleagues

"Open the door like a good boy, Jimmy, and hand over your papers. I don't make empty promises!" Sang his enemy again, lilting his tone in a very patronising manner.

Jim kept quiet. There was no way he'd give up two years of hard work. He had discovered a lot of formulae and theorems on his own. He intended to publish it.

He heard another giggle. "Alright, I'll give you the count of three. You know numbers, don't you?"

Jim's eyes frantically searched around the room, for some way to stop him, and then they landed on a circuit his roommate was working on.

"Three...."

He smiled at his idea, and pushed his heavy wooden table to where he stood, to keep the door barricaded.

"Two...."

The bully banged on the door as another warning. More laughter was heard.

James picked up the wires, looked at the connections, and made sure that there was enough exposed metal through which there was current flowing. He tied a metal ruler to one end, and coiled it tightly.

"One! Alright, here comes my tasty tasty piss, Jimmy boy!"

Through the small flip present at the edge of the door, he carefully pushed the metal ruler outside. Urine is an excellent conductor of electricity. He flicked the switch on.

He smiled, and crouched down to press his ear against the door to see if it worked. He heard the sound of the zip, and muffled his laughter. Oh, sweet revenge.

"FUUUUUCKK!" Screamed the voice, and a satisfactory thud was heard.

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