WRITTEN DEATH | william james moriarty

chapter 2 .

The next morning, class starting at the same time of day, the weather seemingly sad, the sky cloudy gray with drizzles of rain.

The noble students seemed to have an unclear feeling, they all worrying about different things buts similar in likeness. Only a group of students were worrying about someone, they have not shown up in class for the past week.

Lucien a great friend, and great lover, was a fair man who worked hard on work, and enjoyed the simple things in life.

He had been seen nowhere, not even the form, he would have not ran away, he to invested in his time here, especially his rank in society would not allow that.

How unfair is society , determine how your born and never batting an eye to change that, only forcing one to walk the path written for them.

William had seemed to read them room as he placed the book down that he was reading. It was independent study time for the test tomorrow. "Is study time that dreadful," he asked straightforwardly.

The boys seemed to not know how to answer the godly professor, who seemed like a walking encyclopedia.

A boy in the middle row, shook his head, "no professor, it's just the weather, I guess," he lied like nothing.

William only shook his head, crossing his legs under the desk, "how could the weather affect you guys from in here while it's out there?"

The boy seemed to be put out on the spot, "I did not mean it that way professor, I will just get back to work."

"Ah, what great work ethic," he praised.

"Sir the real reason is Lucien has been absent for awhile," another big started.

Another one joining, "he has not been seen at the form either," he finished.

William made a mental note to check up on Lucien, however he could.

He remembered the note he was given about Lucien being absent last week, which was stated because of a surprise family trip.

As he looked down, opening his book once again, the classroom door opened, heaving steps, guessing by the weight it was a male, tall, and annoying.

The last one was just a little guess, but the look on the other adults face said it all.

"No need to worry about Lucien," Dadoori entered saying with a superior grin. "You got the letter professor Moriarty, it seems he stayed longer with his family," Dadoori narrowed his eyes like he was challenging the professor to question him.

Moriaty blantly telling it was a bland lie, not even needing to focus hard on the man, there were many signs.

The arrogant grin, a tell sign of a lie, the way his eyes narrowed in a challenge, and how squeaky his voice was, when lying the voice tend to go up pitches.

"I understand," stated Moriarty, a expect in the lying field, nothing changed about his figure at all, not even his voice, "thank you for telling me Mr.Dandoori," he said giving an award winning smile.

Dandoori satisfied with Moriarty response left the classroom.

After another couple minutes of silence, the bell rung signaling the end of class. He did not give any homework for today since there was a test tomorrow.

Waiting for every student to abandon the classroom before locking up and leaving, just before he was on his way, he looked for the mystery male he met yesterday to ask for his name.

Most of the time he knows ones name by just looking at them and listening closely, but he has not heard anything to be able to guess the person's name.

Noting he would not meet the person he left towards boys dormitory to visit Lucien's room.

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Malachai made his way to the bar, wanting to try on of their new concoctions. He still had some money left from being paid by Dandoori, being the treasurer of the school had its perks, as long as he followed what Dandoori said, he would be paid handsomely for his forgery.

He knew nothing of what happen to Lucien, all he was told was to forge the boy's signature for a letter and he would be paid.

Easy money, easy life he would say, being born poor was a dread, so he began living like he was rich.

That was the beauty of forging many things.

He could forge a banknote for money, a invitation to gran parties for food, and even forge documents to blackmail to feel as he had some power, well he did, but he was not born with it so, it would become nothing when the blackmail was done.

Sitting at the bar, he told the bartender, he wanted to just try something new.

Leaving the choice up to the stranger, he decided to watch a group of people gamble loudly.

The man a girl screamed about, Moran, yelled that he had a full house, which caused a fight by him probably cheating.

Once he put the man down with a single punch, he turned to the crowd of women, and asked about the girl, Frida.

Frida, where had he heard that name before, as he wrecked his brain for answers, he realized it was the girl from the newspapers, the one who danced to death upon the bridge.

He kudos the girl when he learned about the death, what a brilliant way to die.

He tuned out the rest, as he grabbed his drink, he truthfully did not care about others, he only cared for his life.

Finishing his fruity alcoholic drink, he headed outside, whistling while feeling the cool night air mixed in with a slight misting of the clouds.

Grinning at the blonde professor in the black cloak.

His next victim.

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After his meeting with Moran about Frida and her history with Lucien. Moriarty waited for Fred with his good student, Lucien.

After discovering opium in his room, he sent Fred, a trusted man to find his missing student. When he met with Moran he waited patiently for Fred to deliver the package, under the cloak, he smiled.

His plan is coming together nicely.