Moriarty x Reader: Dancing with the devil ~ Chapter 4

(YN) : your name (HC) : hair colour (EC): Eye colour (HL):Hair length (FC): Favourite Colour

Your POV

Your face was pressed against the cold-tiles of the bathroom floor. Weakly did your eyes open, soon you felt strong arms pick you up. Inhaling the scent of the person's cologne. It was familiar... But how?

Your eyes focused on the face of the person holding you.

"Hello there Little Kitty~" Your eyes widened in shock. You writhed in 'his' arms, hitting his shoulder repetitively with you hands and legs. You tried to scream but. Your voice wasn't there

"Shhh be quiet Kitten, wouldn't want to wake Sherly would we?" He smirked and pulled a vial out of his pocket. He opened it and tried to make you drink the green coloured elixir. You writhed and finally escaped his arms to be only pushed against the wall. His hand by your head, the other still held the vial. He drank the elixir and kissed you soon after. He forcibly put the elixir into your mouth, you were frozen but you were determined to move. His lips were harsh and rough against yours.

You accidently swallowed some of the elixir, your vision blurred. He pulled away from your lips and smirked. You saw him smirk as the world around you started to darken..

And you could've sworn you saw a pair of bat-like wings spurt from his back...

But then it ended.

You found yourself on your bedroom floor. You felt paranoia sizzle through you. You rose to your feet and instantly went searching. Searching the entire flat. Searching for him.

Moriarty...

Hands twitching harshly, your hands found themselves pressed against the wall. Your fingers dragged against the wall, your fingernails made flecks of the wallpaper and paint flick off.. Your fingers were red and raw. You fell to your knees and leaned against the wall with your heart pounding against your rib-cage with a hurtful ferocity that made your entire body ache. Looking down at the tattered carpet, not daring to look up. You heard the front door open, you rose your head up to see two dark looming figures. The taller figure approached first, the second smaller one followed with uncertainty. The tallest figure touched your shoulder and tried to pull you in their arms.

Fear filled you.. Your nightmare is now becoming reality. You writhed and yelled as the figure pulled you closer to them. You stopped when you breathed in this person's scent that was being strongly emitted.

The smell of nicotine and black coffee. A calming and nostalgic smell.

You looked at the figure more clearly "S-Sher?"

"Its okay.." His voice was soft

You remained quiet, meeting his eyes.

"What happened in here?" A voice belonging to John spoke out.

You were too shaken up to answer his questions. Sherlock just held you till you calmed down. You escaped his arms and rose to your feet with unstable movements like that of a newborn deer.

Sherlock rose to his own feet.

"Aren't you supposed t-to be at 'his' hearing t-today.." You asked, regaining your voice

"It's 6:30am. The hearing doesn't begin till 11." John spoke up once more.

Sherlock looked down at you with stern eyes. He turned to John for a second.

"John, please leave for a moment. I have to discuss something with (YN)."

John rose a brow and stood his ground, you turned to look at him "Do as he says, John."

John agreed and left the two of you alone. Sherlock closed the door behind him and turned to look at you. His concentration was fully on you, his eyes held a glare in them. You had only ever seen Sherlock use this glare when he's dealing with difficult clients.

He approached you, you gulped lightly and stood your ground. Sherlock can be unpredictable at times. You in turn returned the same amount of intensity in your eyes that he was giving you. Suddenly his hands were upon your shoulders, gripping them tightly in a very painful way

"Sherlock!?! What are you doing!?!" You writhed and tried to escape his grasp but couldn't.

"Sherlock!?! You're hurting me!?!" You exclaimed in pain as he fingers dug into your shoulders.

He still held onto your shoulders, something in him had changed and for the first time.. You were scared of Sherlock... Your friend since childhood. Your 'brother'...

You let tears fall as you felt his grip tighten, you knew that it would leave bruises.

John burst in seeing this and pulled Sherlock off of you. Sherlock snapped out of it, his eyes turned soft. He tried to approach you. You backed away, John dragged him out of the flat. Sherlock's eyes held guilt...

You let one more tear fall. And once again. You were alone..

Time-Skip ~~~~~~~~~

Your phone was repetitively buzzing, calls from Lestrade coming at you right, left and centre but you answered none of them...

Lestrade, Sherlock, John and even Molly had called you...

You still didn't answer them.

You sat in the middle of the room, curled in a tiny ball. Flinching every-time you heard a small sound. Your (EC) eyes were tightly closed, your hands still twitched.

You opened your eyes weakly and hesitantly, sitting up. Regaining some energy, you rose to your feet. The world at first was blurred but soon enough the world sadly became focused once more

Running a hand through your (HC) hair, memories of what happened a couple of hours ago flooded back. You tried to shake them off. Inevitably, your stomach rumbled. Sighing, you walked to the cupboards to find no food. You knew that meant that you had to make a trip out, as much as you didn't want to go out... you were absolutely famished as well. Quickly, you grabbed your black hoodie and leggings along with a graphic tee. You didn't bother to brush your hair, you pulled the hood over your head and stuffed your keys and purse into your pocket. Quietly exiting 221b, you hailed a taxi and headed towards the local supermarket.

After much struggle, you had bought all the food that you needed and waited for a taxi. The plastic bags were tightly trapping your fingers, so tight that your fingers were becoming numb. Soon enough did a taxi arrive.

A few minutes past and you were quietly sitting in the taxi, tapping your foot out of boredom. You soon realised that the cabbie never looked you in the eyes, blocking eye-contact with his hat. You grew suspicious and tapped your heel more. The cabbie drove past the road that took you straight to 221B. You gulped "Uh sir, you missed the turn." you looked at the cabbie

And for the first time, the cabbie spoke

"We aren't heading that way. We're taking a detour..." The cabbie looked you in the eyes and you scrambled to undo your seatbelt.

The cabbie was none other than Moriarty..

You scrambled to the taxi door, fiddling with the door-handle. You began to hyperventilate when you realised that all of the doors were locked.

Panting, you looked him in the eyes. You were met with a smirk, you held in a whimper of fear as your hands began to shake like a leaf in the wind. Moriarty smirked at you,you sat still. Formulating a plan of escape. You felt the car come to a stop, it was sudden and abrupt. You steadied yourself as you saw the locks on the taxi doors unlock with a click. You ran to the door quickly and opened it as fast as possible.

You attempted to run but was grabbed by two tall men in suits, similar to the ones Moriarty wears. You writhed and was able to slam one of them to the ground. You were now glad that Sherlock made you learn martial arts when you were kids.

The other man fought you for a while, you heard your jaw crack as he delivered a blow to the right side of your face. You were stunned and stumbled backwards. But you were then attacked by a man from behind, slammed you to the concrete ground. Head hitting the concrete harshly, you tried to move but the blurriness was taking a hold of your sight.

You tried to push yourself up from the ground but someone kept you down, their foot pressed harshly down on your back. You groaned in pain as you heard voices by your side. Your eyes shakily closed but soon enough you were suddenly awakened by the sound of a ricocheting gunshot ringing in your ears.

Your eyes opened to see that you were know sat in a room that looked exactly like the interrogation/Interviewing room in Pentonville.

The place where you interrogated Moriarty.

You started to move but you soon realised you were cuffed to the table, you fought against them and did such without showing any pain. Though your wrists were becoming raw and red.

"Little Kitty, it would be wise if you didn't struggle. Wouldn't want to harm such delicate skin~" He purred

"Delicate?!" You spat and looked him in the eyes "I am in no way delicate, you've already marred my so called 'Delicate skin; with help from that idiotic bastard that decided to slam me down on the goddamn concrete." You growled in retaliation, hissing at him.

"Such language Little Kitty... I'm sorry about my colleague's behaviour. But don't worry... I taught him a lesson..."

You remained quiet and looked for a way out, cursing when you noticed that the door was hidden from plain sight.

He almost suddenly put his hand upon your hand-cuffed ones. You held in a breath as his fingers trailed up your wrist and up your arm, making you shiver and remember the night you fatefully met Jim Moriarty.

His hand was now resting in your hair, almost petting you like a household pet. You resisted the urge to lean into his hand, your morals were still there but not as strong as you wanted them to be. You semi-leaned into the petting motion he was making in your hair. He smirked even wider

"Good little kitty~" He kept petting you, you remained quiet as he continued to do it.

"Such a good little kitty for the King~" He whispered into your ear, you gasped and stopped leaning into his touch. He still smirked

"You're slowly letting me in but your morals are still very strong... I'll fix that soon enough~" He removed his hand from your hair. He uncuffed your hands which made you gasp, you rubbed your wrists and glanced at him. He was backed up against the wall

"Why? Why did you uncuff me?" You asked him, wary of what his actions were truly about

"Just thought you looked uncomfortable, love~" He grinned and walked towards you

You didn't respond, you remained quiet as you rose to your feet.

"Does that feel better, love~?" He asked as swayed towards you

You gritted your teeth, holding back a growl

"What's wrong, Little Kitty~" He whispered into your ears

Something inside you snapped when he whispered his chosen pet name to you again. You let out an animalistic growl as you pushed him against the wall, your hands were wound around his neck. But soon enough did the animalistic side of you died... Your eyes widened and you backed away and released Moriarty from your grasp. You backed away, bashing into the chair and table that you were only a few moments ago was cuffed to. Moriarty loosened his tie slightly and walked towards you. Unpredictability beaconed from him, your hands gripped the metal table.

"Oh little Kitty~ I'm so proud, you finally showed me the animalistic side of you I've always wanted to see~" Moriarty clapped and was stood in front of you.

Your hands gripped the table tighter as he put his hand on your shoulder. You remained calm as you felt him push you to the table with a harsh force

Your back was completely pressed against the metal table, his hand still on your shoulder

"Oh little kitty~ Time to sleep, and when you wake, you won't be so angelic~" He pressed a piece of cloth to your nose and mouth area. You instantly recognized that it was chloroform, you tried not to breath it in. You desperately tried but your lungs couldn't handle it. You had to breathe in...

Time Skip~~~

The sudden feeling of someone's cold hand awoke you immediately.You threw a blow to the person's nose, not sure who it was. An aching feeling in your mind thought that the perpetrator might be Moriarty... You turned to see that it was Sherlock, you remained still. Memories of this morning still engrained into your detailed reminiscence of daily events. You didn't meet his eyes, he held his nose. It wasn't bleeding, you knew that for certain, you knew that the blow that you threw wasn't forceful enough to make his nose bleed. You were still jaded from the chloroform that Moriarty forced you to inhale.

"I guess that was payback for what happened this morning." He said coolly, looking at you intently

"Why did you do that to me... Why did you do that to me this morning?" You questioned almost coldly

"Something took over me... I don't know what it was. But something did. I-I'm... sorry." He admitted

You turned quiet, your eyelids heavy but paranoia seeped into your system like a needle being punctured into your skin. What Moriarty said to you... It was engraved into your memories like the engraving on a tombstone. Marked on it forever.

Sherlock could sense the change of emotion in you and deduced you, muttering to himself quietly

"Stop deducing me Sherlock. Hasn't everyone told you its rude to do it sometimes." You snapped at him, but instantly regretted it and closed your eyes tightly

Sherlock wasn't taken aback "You're obviously sleep-deprived, as seen by the bags under your eyes which clearly state lack of sleep and you're lack of sleep is on the verge of becoming a more serious issue."

"He was here Sherlock!" You finally met his eyes, fear, for the first time was coating your eyes.

"What?"

"Moriarty! He kidnapped me and handcuffed me to a table, interrogating me like I interrogated him!"

"That's insane (YN), Mrs Hudson claims that you never left the flat, she heard your voice from upstairs since we left you until an hour ago which I can clearly state was the time that you finally let yourself sleep." He looked at you, dismissing your statements

"Stop treating me as if I'm one of the corpses from the morgue or one of those 'stupid' witnesses! He was here, I am not insane or crazy!" You growled at his dismissal

"You've got yourself worked up over the whole Moriarty case and its driving you to sleep deprivation which is making you hallucinate such events."

"FUCK OFF SHERLOCK! I DID NOT HALLUCINATE ANYTHING! MY SHOPPING! I WENT OUT SHOPPING AT ASDA WHEN HE KIDNAPPED ME IN THE TAXI! IT WOULD BE OVER THERE! I SWEAR SHERLOCK!" You rose to your feet quickly, getting a sudden headrush. You ran to the kitchen and looked around

"I'LL SHOW YOU SHERLOCK! THE BAGS ARE RIGHT HE-"

You stopped in your tracks.

The bags weren't there...

You began to search everywhere, every cupboard and every small crevice throughout the flat was scrutinized by your mind and discarded of complete order and symmetry. Boxes thrown everywhere.

"T-They must b-be here somewhere!" Panting like a mad dog, your eyes wild and filled with fear.

Sherlock ran after you, grabbing you by the wrist softly. You turned to him, trying to get out of his grip. He led you to your bed and tried to push you down onto it, you struggled and cried out. You had to find them, you had to find the shopping bags. He made you lie down, only to pull out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed you to your bed.

"LET ME OUT OF THESE SHERLOCK!!!" You screamed at him

"Its for your own good (YN)..."

"What! So tieing me up like an animal ready for the slaughterhouse is for my own well-being, Well then Sherlock. I don't seem to agree on your set of morals and basic human rights!" You hissed, fighting against the handcuffs, this instantly reminded you of Moriarty which made you flinch.

Sherlock began to walk away, you screamed at him

"SHERLOCK!!!!!!!!! COME BACK HERE!!!! PLEASE!!!! COME BACK!!!!.... I-I need you...Brother..."

But Sherlock was already gone... closing the flat door behind him.

You struggled in the handcuffs still and let a few tears fall down your cheeks. An idea came to mind, you always keep a knife in one of your pillows at the end of your bed, you could possibly try and pick open the lock of the handcuffs with the knife. It was worth a shot. You used your feet to pick up the pillow that you think had the secret knife. You used your foot to push the pillow up to your face, you could see the outline of said foreign object through the white pillowcase. You used your teeth and feet to help you remove the pillowcase, revealing the knife that was in the pillow itself. You used your mouth to remove it from the pillow, getting some pillow stuffing in your mouth as well which was rather horrible tasting. You held the handle of the blade in your teeth, the blade was dangerously close to your cheek, grazing it not so softly. You rose your head to the lock on the handcuffs.

Using the blade that was held between your teeth, you started to pick at the lock on the hand-cuffs. You kept picking at it, a bead of sweat fell down your forehead. You kept going for who knows how long, your eyelids grew heavy as you kept going. But the grip on the knife's handle grew unsteady in your mouth and you dropped the knife on the ground accidently, it landed on the floor. You tried to used your feet to pick it up by the handle but the knife was too far from your reach but it was just too far.

'I have to get out of these handcuffs.' but every second that you tried to grab the knife with your shoe covered feet, exhaustion was taking over you. You soon let the sandman take you, letting your eyelids drop completely with no fight left in you...

TIME SKIP~~~~ NEXT DAY

You awake and moved your hands, your eyes widened as you noticed that the cuffs were no longer clicked around your wrists, you massaged the skin where the handcuffs had chaffed and bit at your skin. You felt on edge.

'How am I uncuffed? Did Sherlock uncuff me when I was asleep?'

You then looked around, spotting a new and unfamiliar object sitting on your bedside table.

A crimson red apple.

You reached for it, picking it up into your hands and inspecting it. It was cold to the touch, but soon you felt the carvings. You turned the apple around to see three carvings. They were seemingly made with a blunted object, a knife or even a butter knife would have made these carvings.

You traced the carvings and spoke out what they spelt

"I O U..."

You stared at it for a moment, curious about what it meant and most importantly, who put it there.

Placing the apple back down on the table, you rose to your feet. You then proceeded to see the devastation of last night's 'argument' with Sherlock. Papers and boxes were strewn everywhere. You kneeled down to pick up some of the mess that was strewn across the carpet. You picked up a small note, you rose a brow.

'Maybe Sherlock wrote it? But then again, it may be from the person who left that little 'gift' on my bedside table..'

You opened the note with caution to see that the note read

'You looked like a trapped deer in a trap, had to let you go. Don't fret, I knew that these were of importance so I left them here for you ;)

~JM

xxx'

You tore up the note and threw it aside. You looked towards the kitchen, gasping you stumbled back as you looked at the sight before you.

The bags of shopping were placed on the ground... The things which drove you to destroying half of your flat.

You sat on the ground, surrounded by your belongings. You ran a hand through your hair, taking in your surroundings.

'He's driving me mad...This has to stop. NOW! I'll make sure it does. He's made a deal with the devil, so I'll make a deal with God..' You gritted your teeth

The smell of rotting milk and old books was all you could smell. But there was a hint of his scent looming in the air...

His scent always leered in the air like how the scent of death never escapes your clothing if you've been around corpses. It was always there. Like a constant reminder of the past and of an uncertain future. The two paths were blurred but soon enough will they clear, but the paths are forked. One path leading to Destruction, the other to hope... But can your determination hold on that long?

The balance of love and hate is thinning, soon enough will your mind be unable to deduct the difference.

Morals are keeping the balance on hate but fate had other plans... 

END OF CHAPTER 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

A/N 

Hello my little tacos and cupcakes,

I'm back I guess. I worked very hard on this chapter in particular. But I guess I'm back.

I'm getting back into the writing mode, its been a hard time trying to get back into the mode but I'm overjoyed that I managed to get to back into the groove of writing

I am excited to finally give you this chapter! I (sadistically) loved writing it for you!

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter everyone!

Goodbye my little tacos and cupcakes! I'll see you in the next update!

~AgentLlamaSocks341~

xxx