Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

🎃 |Mycroft Holmes| Ghost hunting/summoning

Tag/s: Longer than Expected (1000+ words), Angst with Fluff Ending

Warning/s: Blood, Death, Cult, Dark Themes

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

"...Do I really have to be here?..."

"Afraid so," Leonard answered, wrapping the area with police tape.

You gulped as you looked up at the abandoned building.

A cold shiver ran down your spine as your stomach turned, making you look back down.

Seeing your change of attitude, Mycroft frowned as he walked up to you, holding your hand tightly.

"It's so sad, huh?" Leonard frowned, making you turn to him, "The thought of the kids dying in this place because of a deranged killer is just... heartbreaking... And the fact that he was never caught is...!" he muttered, anger and sadness swirling in his eyes.

"Yeah..." you agreed, remembering the faces of the fellow children you spent in the abandoned building and the man who brought you to it.

"(Y/N)?" Marie called out as she put a hand on your shoulder, making you jolt.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked with concerned eyes, "You can wait in the carriage if it's-"

"-No, no! It's okay!" you reassured with a strained smile, "Just... a little cold is all..." you excused, looking away from the girl.

"(Y/N)..." Mycroft softly calls out, making you turn to him.

"You don't have to do this..." he soothed, making you smile.

"I'll be fine," you raised his hand to your lips and gave it a quick kiss, "I promise you,"

"What?" Leonard taunted, putting an arm around your shoulder, "Don't tell me you're scared of ghosts?" he smirked, making you roll your eyes and nudge him away.

"As if," you scoffed, looking back at the building.

You gulped as you took a shaky breath, flashing a smile at the two.

"Let's get going, yeah?"

You gulped as you kept your eyes open, the same fear and dread swirling inside as if you were back to being a child as you tightened the grip on your flashlight.

"What are we looking for exactly?"

"Reports were saying they saw a man..."

"...but doesn't that mean..."

Your colleagues' voices slowly drowned as your heartbeat boomed with each second.

"Hm... What do you think (Y/N)?" Marie asked as she turned to you, seeing your paralyzed body staring at a hallway.

"(Y/N)?" she called again, walking to you and shaking your shoulders, but you kept quiet.

Mycroft looked back at you and grabbed his gun, slowly walking up to you and Marie.

Marie raised a brow as she looked in the same direction as you.

"Oh-..!" she quickly grabbed her gun, "Put your hands up!" she ordered, making Leonard grab his gun and follow suit as Mycroft followed behind.

"What the-?" Leonard muttered, seeing an old man drawing a pentagram with the blood from a child's body lying in the middle.

The child's head turned to you, blood coming out of their mouth.