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John Watson internationally smuggles tea (imhisblogger) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-11-18 11:41:00

Entry tags:

jim moriarty, john watson

Who:John and Moriarty
What:Dooooooom
When:Today
Where:A basement!
warnings:highish? demonthings

A basement. Really though? He couldn't have chosen a better venue..He supposed it could have been worse. Could have been a pool all over again. John really was tired of reliving the classics. Since his little chat with Enjolras and Eponine, he'd started to refocus his energies elsewhere again. And yet every single time he did he was brought back into his nightmares. Only now they didn't fade away when he opened his eyes. Moriarty's 'friends' hadn't exactly been on the side of gentle, he was sore and bound. He almost missed the plane now. He was trying to move on with his life, but apparently he wasn't allowed.

He was angry more than scared, but tired of anger. A numbness washed over him at the bleary sight of shimmering knives he recognized as doctor quality blades. The basement was dimly lit and difficult to see in, but he could make out another figure. One only vaguely familiar to him. He didn't know the other man very well, but considering who was holding him he was sure they would be introduced at some point. Moriarty really did love to hear himself talk. John fought with his bindings, but it got him nowhere. He couldn't even offer Graham any sort of words that might have served as a comfort.

All he could do was wait, and it was maddening.

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sooochangeable
2013-11-19 05:36 am UTC (link)

He knew they'd try something. They always did, but getting Emma's new man, getting Watson. It really just proved to them that he could. That whatever he wanted would happen because he was capable of it. Anywhere, anyone, anytime. Eyes everywhere and that was before he'd ever been a demon. Now he just had some extra incredibly useful skills to add to the mix. Made life interesting, and why should it not be in the last weeks of it. Oh he was under no illusions the end was coming. He was going to die, like everyone else. At least though, he'd go out on top. Lucifer actually seemed surprised sometimes at just how okay with the concept of his plan Moriarty was. He wanted oblivion, craved it. Life bored him now. Had done since he'd won.

John was fighting of course. He would. Typical of him really, plucky little sidekick that he was. A sidekick without a master though, it was a little bit sad to behold.

"You don't have to lie, I think you missed me." he said softly, knife sliding along John's cheek.

"I think you don't know what to do, without him, without me, what are you then? Because really if I ask them, who will they want back. The heroic wolfman or...the mess. Cause I was watching you from hell Johnny Boy and dear oh dear oh dear. You lost your way didn't you. You slipped, you broke. And now I'm going to break you again. Because you're the most fun when you're helpless."

Eyes flashed black and Moriarty made another cut.

"Its brilliant this, the demon thing. No one expected it and seriously? The guy wants to burn the world. How was I not gonna get in on that?! And can't say the perks aren't good, he leaves me to it actually. I get to see you again, you and the traitor, and then, I get to die. I get to finally, properly die and bring the rest of you with me and that...oh there's no better than that."

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imhisblogger
2013-11-19 06:07 am UTC (link)

John was suddenly glad for the jacket he'd put on off handedly before leaving the inn now. It meant he'd have at least an extra layer of protection for a short time anyway. Especially the way this was going. If one thing remained the same it was Moriarty's love of words. Well really at least love of his own voice. John wasn't sure at this point if that was good or bad anymore. He was tired, mentally he was nearly tapped on all things related to Moriarty and Sherlock. It'd taken him nearly a year to get where he was, and now he was back to square one.

On top of that, unsure who he could trust anymore. Every time he tried trust it got thrown in his face and ended like this. The knife against his cheek caused only the barest hint of a flinch but he was silent at it. The kind of strength the military had taught him once upon a time. Now he called on it, grateful for his training to withstand pain.

"Nobody could miss someone like you." His jaw set sternly as he glared up at him with defiant dark eyes. Not even a sound, tough he took a breath in as the knife grazed him and drew blood. He gave him a bitter smirk. "Then do it. Give him back. I'm the one you want anyway. And here we are." Sarcasm dripped off his voice. They could get on just fine without him, he knew that. he knew he was only around for the convenience of others. That was nothing new.

"You'll find I'm not easily made helpless. But you want to die, then go on and untie me. I'll kill you again."

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sooochangeable
2013-11-19 06:17 am UTC (link)

Give him back? Oh John. Oh silly silly John no. "Oh I want him too. Its hurting her sooo much and I love to see her hurt. No happy endings, you know how it goes. Besides what makes you think I have to choose one or the other when I have both of you right where I want you."

Stoic military man was stoic. Of course he'd broken so many of those, some had even wound up liking it.

"Not yet though. I don't want to die just yet, there'll be time for that once Luci gets his vessel. End of all things, humanity gone and it'll finally be done, no more boring, no more having to listen to the constant stupidity we'll all just be done. And he promised there'd be nothing. No heaven, no hell, just nothing. Sounds amazing doesn't it?"

He was happy though, to divest John of the idea that he could not be made helpless. Because he could. Because that would be easy. And a whole lot of fun.

"Sooo you don't care if you die and I don't care if I die. Do you think the wolf man is the only one of us that wants to live? Maybe he should go first then, what do you think? It'd be only fair."

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imhisblogger
2013-11-19 03:15 pm UTC (link)

The thing about that sharp pain was that it was the first real thing he'd felt in ages. He hated that it was brought on by the man he hated most. Numbness was a thing he'd gotten comfortable with and again Moriarty threatened to take his comfort zone. It made his blood boil. Moriarty had taken so much already, why could he simply not continue to exist without him in his shadow? What had he done to deserve this hell? And really he wondered what hell would have been like if they lost this fight with Lucifer, would much change?

"Two just seems like a lot of work really." He offered a faint shrug. Moving too much wasn't very easy with his arms bound. "Only way you can beat me is with my hands behind my back. Bit pathetic really.." If he could make him angry enough maybe he would slip, but Moriarty was probably too smart to slip. Still the demon was a little different. Maybe there was still a chance to get away. Why did he want to though? No matter where he ran Moriarty always showed up. No. If he was freed, he'd shoot him. Again and a lot.

And exorcise him. All of the Latin, all of the shooting. But for now, there was little more he could do then try to appear unphased by the torture treatment. He'd not genuinely felt anything since Sherlock died. He'd only been going through the motions. He was more than ready to move on, but did he still even have feelings anymore? He watched friends thrive, gain relationships, and he remained alone. Disconnected in a way. Tired of being emotionally beaten down as always seemed to be the end result of these sort of things.

Honestly he was tired. Emotionally drained.

"Didn't say that." He said with a raise of a sandy blond brow. He had others counting on him to keep himself alive.

"Think he should go free."

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sooochangeable
2013-11-20 04:53 am UTC (link)

John was being boring. Seriously he was being dull. Maybe he'd actually properly broken him. Maybe everything he'd done had actually snapped the dull little mind. He wasn't stupid, oh no far from it, he'd gotten a medical degree and everything. But he also was over emotional, except now thaat wasn't really there anymore. It was disappointing. But Jim wasn't about to give up just because he'd broken him. He was resourceful!

"Well yeah, you were in the army and I had people that did all...that. I'm better when its about finesse, when its about the hurt. You could probably beat the hell out of me. Hah, I guess literally now, right?!" But John was right about something. How was he going to do this, how was he going to make it happ...

OH.

"We're done for now, with the knives and all. I think maybe we're beyond that, and I have a better plan. An amazing plan. Yooou're gonna watch while I work on the boyfriend. You answer a question honestly and truthfully and he gets less, you lie to me and he gets worse, how about that for entertainment?"

Moriarty lifted one of his blades and twirrled around, entirely too proud of himself for his own good.

"You have to admit its classy."

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imhisblogger
2013-11-20 05:59 am UTC (link)

With each cut all he found himself wanting to do was close his eyes. Let his mind drift elsewhere into a sea of nothingness, but it seemed Moriarty couldn't even grant him that much. He kept blathering on about finesse and the like. "You only ever could beat me with my hands tied." Voice almost emotionless at this point. Eyes dull and grayed. Expression never changing. Not even when he finally lowered the knife.There wasn't even a sigh of relief, John had shut down that part of his his brain. He didn't want Moriarty to have anymore upper hand than he already did. If he bored him, maybe he would stop all together.

And then..it seemed he had. The knife was jerked out of his skin and he looked up at him in confusion. Graham. He'd tried to keep the psycho occupied instead, and now it'd failed because he wasn't 'entertaining' him enough. John didn't even crack a smile at Moriarty's little joke. But at the prospect of questions he raised an eyebrow.

"Why? What do you want? Thought you knew everything you needed to know.." He said in disbelief as he tasted bits of blood in his mouth that rolled down his face.

Sherlock had told him he was the heart. He didn't want to be the heart anymore. He wanted to forget. He wanted his life back. Just his old dull, before he met Sherlock-life.

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