Miss Me? (Jim Moriarty Fanfic)

Miss Me? -Chapter Three-

*Moriarty's POV*

I looked Sherlock up and down, taking in everything in front of my very eyes. I had missed him sooooo much. Things were getting boring without him to play with. Ordinary people made me want to throw up.

"I have to say, Sherlock, I'm a little disappointed", I broke the silence, "I was expecting some sort of smile or maybe even a hug. It's been a while, you know?"

Sherlock glared at me.

"Go on then", he simply said.

I gave him a confused look.

"What?" I asked.

"Do it", Sherlock answered, "Your plan to 'end it'. Stop with the chat and just show me what your oh-so-genius plan is this time".

"Huh?" I asked before I remembered the text I had sent him, "Oh, right. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I just said that so that you'd come. I knew if I just said 'I missed you and want to talk' you'd just skip this".

"Seriously?" Sherlock sighed with frustration.

"You don't really think I'd kill you, do you, Sherlock?" I asked, my voice turning high with sarcasm, "No, not now anyway. How boring. Killing you in a pool? So cliché. I thought you'd be cleverer than this, Sherlock. No, I'd choose a much more...interesting destination".

"Like the roof where you DIED?!" Sherlock snapped.

"Ah, I thought you'd bring that up", I nodded, "I would tell you how I did it but I know how much you love being a detective. Work it out, sweetheart. Plus, if I told you, that'd be giving the game away now wouldn't it?"

"Oh, would you just stop with your obsession with games?" Sherlock asked with annoyance.

"That's where you're wrong, Sherlock", I smirked, "My obsession isn't games. My obsession is you. Like I said on the roof, you keep me entertained. This is like a game of chess. John is a sad, little pawn obviously. I'm the king. And you're a castle. Guess what, Sherlock? You can burn castles. You can burn them to the ground and that is what I intend to do with you. I'll do it slowly though so the fun can last before the game ends. You see, when I faked my death, I basically picked up the whole chess board and threw it on the ground. But now it's round two. And you'd better be prepared because it's gonna be a hell of a lot more good that the first round".

"What makes you think that you're the king?" Sherlock asked.

"Because I look good in a crown", I answered with a half-smile.

"Are you done with your little story?" Sherlock asked, looking bored.

"Oh, no, no, no", I laughed, shaking my head, "I'm nowhere near done. It's only just begun".

I gave him one last look before turning around and leaving the pool.

I was so eager to start my first plan on torturing Sherlock. The excitement was unbearable.

Let the game begin.