Post by jimmoriarty on Sept 28, 2012 22:02:07 GMT -5
[Alternate Universe Time-Line Fun! Oh yeah season 2 ending spoilers too my bad.]
It'd been a month since he'd contacted Sherlock. Well, seeing as how he'd committed "suicide" the last time they'd met, he'd kept himself quiet for a while to keep up the act. He'd been watching the Detective from the shadows, while doing his own minor work with clients. They were warned ahead of time of his plan, as well as his hired guns. They were the only ones that knew, and thankfully, none of them ratted him out after the fact. They knew he was not the man you double cross. But oh how he'd craved to contact Sherlock sooner.
However, he'd managed to keep his distance, stay quiet, he even kept himself from murdering a bystander or two...but now, he'd grown even more bored, to the point of contemplating putting a gun in his mouth again, but a real one this time. A sigh came from the male when his eyes moved to the screen of his phone.
His finger rubbed against the side of the iPhone as he re-read the message on the screen. It was ready to go to the phone it was addressed too, it just awaited the touch of its master to bid it farewell.
"Oh sweetie, you have no idea how much I've missed you, dear Sherlock." Moriarty grinned. His finger pressed the send button, sending the text message directly to Sherlock's mobile device. Hopefully the man hadn't changed his cellphone out already after his own faked death.
It was a simple message, and the self-proclaimed "old fashioned villain" hoped his message would scare the Detective--even though he doubted it. During his "death," he'd begun to craft a new idea...a new way to get Sherlock deeper into the game they'd started..he wanted to continue playing. Sherlock already proved he was a worthy player after they both faked their own deaths. His plan was slowly hatching more and more within his head.
An entirely new mass-murdering plot, starring Sherlock as he solved another string of serial killing sprees and possibly even more than that.
Moriarty's smile grew wider as the words "message sent successfully" appeared on the iPhone's screen. He stuffed the phone into the inner breast pocket of his coat before he disappeared into the crowded streets of London.
"Honey, I'm home. JM"
It'd been a month since he'd contacted Sherlock. Well, seeing as how he'd committed "suicide" the last time they'd met, he'd kept himself quiet for a while to keep up the act. He'd been watching the Detective from the shadows, while doing his own minor work with clients. They were warned ahead of time of his plan, as well as his hired guns. They were the only ones that knew, and thankfully, none of them ratted him out after the fact. They knew he was not the man you double cross. But oh how he'd craved to contact Sherlock sooner.
However, he'd managed to keep his distance, stay quiet, he even kept himself from murdering a bystander or two...but now, he'd grown even more bored, to the point of contemplating putting a gun in his mouth again, but a real one this time. A sigh came from the male when his eyes moved to the screen of his phone.
His finger rubbed against the side of the iPhone as he re-read the message on the screen. It was ready to go to the phone it was addressed too, it just awaited the touch of its master to bid it farewell.
"Oh sweetie, you have no idea how much I've missed you, dear Sherlock." Moriarty grinned. His finger pressed the send button, sending the text message directly to Sherlock's mobile device. Hopefully the man hadn't changed his cellphone out already after his own faked death.
It was a simple message, and the self-proclaimed "old fashioned villain" hoped his message would scare the Detective--even though he doubted it. During his "death," he'd begun to craft a new idea...a new way to get Sherlock deeper into the game they'd started..he wanted to continue playing. Sherlock already proved he was a worthy player after they both faked their own deaths. His plan was slowly hatching more and more within his head.
An entirely new mass-murdering plot, starring Sherlock as he solved another string of serial killing sprees and possibly even more than that.
Moriarty's smile grew wider as the words "message sent successfully" appeared on the iPhone's screen. He stuffed the phone into the inner breast pocket of his coat before he disappeared into the crowded streets of London.
"Honey, I'm home. JM"
