(Moriarty x Reader) Fate Ch.3

A few hours after the conversation you had with Jim, you received a text from him saying that someone will pick you up at 8, in front of your apartment.

It was all showing-off. He wanted you to see that he knew everything about you, and you knew nothing about him. He wanted you to be impressed by him, but afraid of his abilities. It worked a little but not as much as he would want to.

That day was a particularly busy one and you got at home at 7:15. Oh, and you had no idea what you were going to wear. TIME CRISIS!!!  You were lucky to be very organized and you could do it, you could do all the dressing-up in 25 min. and the make-up in 15.

He wanted showing-off? Well, you could do that too, wearing your favorite dress: it was a (f/c) dress, with most of the back bare and with a design that could work wonders on your body. You applied make up and chose a pair of high-heels. You were ready and as you planed, had 10 min. left. You went in front of your apartment to wait for the car.
The car arrived 5 min. sooner, and took you in.

It got you at a fancy restaurant, where everybody seemed to be or a “businessman”, or rich or a date of the other two groups.

As you enter, the lady from the reception looked bored at you:

“On what name are you appointed in here?”

“Moriarty” said a voice from behind you, with a hot Irish accent(what?! You liked very much that accent)

“God! You scared me!”

“No it’s just me, honey, God comes a little bit later here.” He told you with a smirk. “ And I must admit, you look deliriously good, shame I don’t believe angels exist, otherwise I would think you’re one of them”.

“Please follow me”, the woman said with more boredom and a little bit of annoyance too.
God, if that woman did not interfere, Jim would have continued to tell you how the stars moved around you.  He was playing hard, and trying to get to you, but it wouldn’t be so simple, many had tried, and many failed, and with all sincerity, you didn’t think that he would be the one that will succeed.  

You had a table in the middle of the room, as if he was planning to show everybody that he had you, that you were his property now. You examined the other people there, and they all seemed to know who Jim Moriarty was and were afraid of him, so he really was somebody very important and very dangerous. Like a gentleman that he appeared to be, he helped you with your chair and then sat down himself. But it was all acting, and you both knew it. The only problem was that he appeared to be a better player in this game than you. And in a game like this one, to be better meant to stay alive.

“So you accepted my invitation without really knowing who I am or what I want from you, you are or stupid- trough I have serious doubts about this- or maybe you are just very intelligent for not refusing me.”  He said as a matter-of-fact.

“I am really flattered that you don’t consider me an idiot, as I saw you consider everyone else, Mr…..er, Jim.”

“My, my, you’ve done your homework for today after all, (F/n)”

“Yes indeed. I usually don’t come unprepared”

“And yet you come here, not knowing what I want. You must understand, first, that I will let you guess yourself what I want every time I want something from you.”

“And why do you think that I will be your obedient pet and do what you want?” you asked, trying to sound in control.” After all, I have a company of my own, that can support me if I don’t want to obey you, I really don’t have to do what you tell me”

Moriarty seemed to lose his patience for a moment, but took his business face after a few seconds. You tough that you had a grip on the situation, but then he smiled, and said in a singing voice: “Yes, you have”. And as there was a signal, the windows exploded and snipers from the buildings across the street shot every single person in the restaurant, except you and Moriarty. He was just sitting smiling at you in the middle of the slaughter.

“So, what do you say now?”, he asked you, as if he just listened to the weather forecast, not killed 40 people in a few seconds, just to prove a point to you.

“I would say: ‘If you can do all this, then why ask for my help?’”

“Awww, somebody woke up finally! I was really considering killing you too, because you started to resemble everyone else, you started to be booooring , and I don’t like boring people.” He seemed proud of you. Can you imagine?! After he slaughtered so many people, he was proud of this little thing?! “And as I said before, you’ll have to figure out yourself”

He got up to leave, but you stopped him. “When you told me what I must understand, I didn’t get the chance to find out what the second fact was.”
He said a single sentence in your ear, that brought shivers on your spine:
“Stain’ alive is boring only if you make it so. Or you can live life as kings.” And he left, leaving you alone in the middle of a sea of corpses.
For the first time in your life, you did not rule the game. You were nothing but a puppet, and he was your puppeteer, pulling the strings to make you dance.