Psychopathy is contagious

Running

"Why are you running? Did you do something wrong?" I asked. My mother replied "We had to do something to get you, something illegal. We made an arrangement with a very dangerous criminal so we could find you. The only problem is, we can't pay him. Somebody stole from us. He will kill us if we don't give him the money, so we must run." "You did something like that just to find me? I'm sure if we stopped and talked to this person, we could make an arrangement. If somebody stole from you I'm sure he would wait till you get your money back!" I said.

"You don't understand. This man cannot be reasoned with. If he does not get his money, we will die. There is nothing we can do to change his mind." My Father replied. This was starting to make me angry. "Well who is this guy?" My mother answered, "If you must know, his name is Moriarty. James Moriarty." The car stopped in front of a small cottage. We got out of the car, and as soon as we stepped foot in the house, my parents started gathering supplies. They had guns, food and extra clothes. We were about to load up their truck, when someone knocked on the door.

We all froze and my mother's face went pale. I walked across the room, and opened the door. I was met by a man in a suit, who's black hair was combed back. He looked like he had the devil in his eyes. He pushed me to the side, and walked through the door like he owned the place.