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Becoming a Psychopath

Description: Part 6

Reader comes to a disturbing realization  

Warnings: Talk about death

Note: Hello everyone!!! I know it may feel a littler jarring to see a post from me since it's been a few years. I become a mother about 3 years ago and I'm starting to fit a lot of my old hobbies back into my new life. I really want to finish this series because it means so much too me and maybe to some of you guys. I still want to make this into an actual published book but I'll obviously have to change the names as to not infringe on copyright. But, anyway I hope you guys like this!

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It was almost midnight when Moriarty came to pick you up. He, as usual, was working to establish some strong criminal connections. Whilst simultaneously ruining Sherlock’s life, yes, there was no doubt, James Moriarty was an overachiever. However, as of lately, he had been daring you more and more to put yourself on the line. By giving you jobs that could expose Sherlock and John just what you were doing. You knew it was all a part of his game. He hated the thought of you working on the side of the angels. “You look gorgeous tonight (y/n)”, Moriarty told you as you climbed into the back seat. “Well my boss makes me wear uncomfortable dresses and heels for work, so, it’s not a choice”, you snap back. “Fiesty tonight aren’t we”, he replied. He seemed unphased by the irony in your voice. Most likely due to the fact that earlier you were almost caught with him. Moriarty had called to schedule a lunch date with you. “Half pleasure, half work-related”, he explained on the phone. John was waiting by the door for you when you had to decline his offer to have lunch together. “Oh, well that’s alright maybe next time”, John had said. Your heart crumbled at the idea of John feeling unwanted but Moriarty had control over you. Whatever he said you obeyed and although you had a strong will he was slowly eating away at that part of you. He was a cannibal ruthless and always hungry. As you were eating John appeared at the entrance of the restaurant waiting to be seated. Your eyes grew wide and your heartbeat quickened. Covering yourself with the menu to avoid his eye line, Moriarty simply chuckled at your flushness. “You enjoy this, don’t you”? You scoff. “Of course, I have expressed annoyance in all this sneaking around. Although I do enjoy the thrill, I’d rather Sherlock recoil in disgust at the fact that you essential work for me.” He smirked. “You’ve given me virtually no choice”, you remind him. He puts down his menu and leans over the table. “Everyone has a choice. Everyone chooses their own path. It’s people like me that guide you either to your full potential or doom”. He mimics the fall of a plane making the exploding sound. You roll your eyes at his notation. Moriarty’s eyes burned with wrath at this action but held himself back, presenting you with a yellow envelope. “What’s this”? You ask. “What does it look like? Your next assignment”, Jim replied. His tone is much harsher with a sting of anger on the tip of it. You open it up with such carefulness as if everyone around you knew exactly what you were up to. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach as you read what was in the envelope.

Subject: Male

Age: 19

Status: Alive

Must be dealt with imminently due to clients impatience. The job must be quick and easy. No witnesses, no survivors, and the subject must be terminated on sight. 

There was a picture of a young man looking away from the camera. As if he was not aware of his photo being taken. You look up at Jim with narrowed eyes and confusion. What’s this? You ask. Moriarty cheerfully sips his tea, he looks relaxed almost zen-like. “That’s your next assignment, I thought we already established that”, he replies. “I know that but I’m not helping you kill a teenager”, you say. Your voice is a little louder than you intended. This brings Moriarty back to his psychopathic demeanor. “You’re not killing anyone, you idiot. You’re simply going to be hacking into his security system whilst my men go in and get the job done”, he explains. You sit back in your seat breathing a sigh of relief but that is short lived when you remember there’s still a kid that is going to be murdered. You want to ask Jim more details about the job but he already seems on edge and making him more upset will only put the ones you love at greater risk. So, you sip your tea and order your food. Trying to enjoy what’s left of your lunch hour. You know what will happen next. Moriarty will leave first then you’ll go back to work until about 6 o’clock. At 8 o’clock a car will be waiting for you outside your flat. It will take you to the location where the job will take place. A man in an all black suit will give you a similar envelope to the one Moriarty showed you beforehand. It contains your payment plus a second location where you will meet up with Jim. 

The neighborhood was normal, houses were all lined up, perfectly bricked with yards decorated like those you see in movies. White fence, flower beds, and decorative gnomes. It was quiet with lights inside that verified the people living there. How strange that no one knew, no one was remotely aware that someone in that exact neighborhood would no longer exist. They will be terminated as Moriarty likes to put it. How strange to know the exact hour that someone will die. "Why"? you ask as you set up your system. Moriarty was humming The Bee Gees and he was stroking his head. "I suppose you want to know why this as you call it a child is being terminated", he replied. You stare at him before going any further with this game. He stares back and a delicious grin appears on his face, "How I love it when you make me explain things like you just want all the gory little details. He slides close to you and you don't immediately distance yourself. He plays childishly with your hair and neck and a small part of you shivers with excitement. "If you must know, although young, he is the inventor of a power bioweapon and well in dealing in arms you may lose yours along the way". "Bullshit", you respond. "(y/n) why would I lie", he seems almost hurt by the idea of you thinking he's a liar. "He's a kid, and you're telling me he's a genius weapons manufacturer", your voice sounds irradiate. "Fine you're right, we're just offing him because he pissed me off and do you know who's pissing me off now", Moriarty had a look that I'm sure only men about to die have ever seen. But at this point, death seemed the only way to end the reign of Moriarty over your life. Until you thought about John and your mom so innocently going about their days. Thinking you're some kind of saint, maybe Moriarty's right, maybe we do have a choice and you just can't escape your eventual fate. Closing you're eyes and taking a deep breath without saying a word, you begin dismantling the security system in the boy's house. To the delight of Moriarty, he is able to get the job done but the boy's life is not the only life he claimed that night. As the men in black attire made their way back to the all-black vehicles, you knew it was over and there was no going back. The person you were before died the moment you pressed your fingers to your keyboard. Moriarty kissed your neck and asked, “Am I the psychopath or are you”?

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