You can't "fix" a Psychopath

Chapter 5

Present day

Jim looked at the piece of paper that he was given so many years ago. He read it for the millionth time. It said, " It's only after we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything." When he was given the paper, those words made no sense to him. Today, they were perfectly clear. I watched him from across the street, as he shoved it back into his pocket. I knew his entire back story, I almost felt sorry for him. I wanted to help him, but the fact that I was expendable did not help me. I needed him to respect me, I needed to not be his little puppet. I would have to do something drastic, and life threatening. To gain my freedom, I would have to get help from Sherlock Holmes. I began the short walk to 221 Baker Street so that I could confront the detective face to face. If this didn't work, Jim would kill me for sure. This was a bad idea.

I heard a violin playing as I walked up the steps to my destination. Sherlock stopped playing, and looked over at me as I opened the door. I sat down in one of the chairs and waited. He sat down in the chair across from me and said, "What do you want?" I decided that I was just going to tell him the truth. "I need you to help me kill Jim Moiarty" I replied. He smiled and said, "An amateur detective wanting to take down the most powerful criminal mastermind in the world? You're wasting your time, and mine. So, I suggest you leave, and forget this whole thing." I laughed and said, "Amateur detective? No no no no no Mr. Holmes. I am working under cover for Mr. Moriarty. I know all of his dirty little secrets. But, the only downside to that, is that he knows all of mine. He is using them to control me and I need it to stop." He stared at me for several minutes before saying, "So, you want freedom. Why come to me? What makes you think I can help you?" I leaned closer to him and whispered, "Because you're just like him. The only difference between you, is that he gave in to the monster inside of him."

Sherlock sighed and said, "I'll help you get away, but I cannot guarantee his death. I will contact my brother. As soon as I come up with something I will let you know." I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket, wrote my number on it, and handed it to him. "Just call me." I said. I got up and walked out the door.

After I left, I decided to see how my sister was doing. It wouldn't be too much trouble. Besides, I hadn't seen my sister in ages. If I died on this job, I would never get to say goodbye to her. She was the only family I had left, and the truth was that she was my motivation for living. If I didn't have her, I probably would have curled up in a corner and died. She was the only person I really cared about. While I was walking, I got a text. It said,
"You have a lovely sister.-JM"
"Don't touch her!"
"Oh but I'm going to do much more than that.-JM"
"Please don't hurt her! I'll do anything."
"I like it when you beg. I bet it would sound so much better in person.-JM"
"Why are you doing this?!"
"I told you not to betray me.-JM"
I started running as fast as I could, but when I got there, it was already too late. The police were at her house, with an ambulance. I watched two men carry my sister's dead body out of the house and into the ambulance. Jim had killed the one thing in this world that I couldn't live without, and he was going to pay for it.