#jamesmoriartay

Jamesmoriartay:

"Good, you’re finally awake. I was getting very bored" Jim says, his voice calm but it had a threatening sense. He was standing in front of her in the now blindingly bright white room with an almost twisted smile on his face. His black suit standing out over the white background.  He started to walk slowly towards then around her, his shoes making a light noise against the ground putting his hands into his suit pockets before looking her up and down, examining her. "I saw you snooping around, dear. you must be more careful. I would tell you to be more careful next time but let’s be honest there’s most likely not going to be a next time for you and I think we both know that" He almost whispered to her. He kneeled down beside her and stared at her for a moment with a blank expression before snapping back to reality "Now do tell me why you’re here, i have an incline but i’d rather hear you actually say it."

"Not up for talking? Oh come on at least say something! I don’t want to have to make you. You have two choices" Jim says softly getting back up "You speak now or i make you speak!" He almost sings before moving around her once again

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

"…I..I was hired..A client of mine..I guess you had wasted her lover..Wanted revenge. That’s what I do, Mr. Moriarty. I’m a contract killer and I specialize in revenge." , she whispered, eyes glued to the floor. Damn it! How could she have been so careless?! She had always prided herself on getting in and out as quick and quietly as possible. She had even begun to think of herself as ‘The Ghost’.  And now here she was, caught in James Moriarty’s little web. And the kicker was, she knew that death wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen to her now. No, she knew how he could be. She knew that he liked to have fun with his victims. She was royally screwed. 

"In fairness, if I had known that you were the target, I wouldn’t have taken the job." , she added. Had she known that he was the target? She couldn’t remember, and the more she tried, her head began to ache. Someone had definitely gave her head a beating. 

Jamesmoriartay:

."Revenge killer? Interesting." He mumbled before pausing for a while then laughing a bit "Oh you wouldn’t have taken the job having knowing it was me you were being asked to kill?” He laughed again looking down at the ground “So you didn’t check who you were being sent out to kill!? Unbelievable” He smiled, directing his gaze from the floor to her “Not exactly the cleverest thing i’ve ever heard, though you could be lying. I suspect you knew fine well it was me and got a moment of bravery” He chuckled to himself before directing his gaze back to the floor”Now where has that got you darling, Tied up in a room with me? You probably know the fun i like to have by now, people have probably told you or you’ve heard the stories.” He paused, waiting for a reply but the room stayed silent “Didn’t expect to see a murderer wandering around my house but i must say it’s made life a bit more exciting” He smiled again before wandering around the room “Now, what to do with you..” He couldn’t keep still walking around the room passing back and forth, playing with his hands.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

She flinched at every sound he made, afraid to keep her eyes open, afraid to keep them shut. She had never been this vulnerable in her life, and she hated it. She was always in control. That’s what she did best. Control the situation.That’s when a thought took center stage in her mind. Maybe she could still control this. Maybe if she kept him talking long enough…Maybe she could figure out something. At this point, she was willing to try anything. 

"Regardless of whether or not I knew you were the target, I..have admired you for a while. Well, the way you handle things anyway. So clean. So quick. It’s something that I’ve been having trouble with lately. You see, on my off days..I like to have a bit of fun..And I can’t help but get a bit messy in the process.. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood off a Chanel couch? But alas..It is my weakness. I do love the feel of blood on my hands.." , she smiled, shaking her head. She was such a silly little thing. 

Jamesmoriartay:

Jim didn’t look at her as she spoke, but every word she said made the smile painted across his face grow bigger until by the end he was laughing. “ohoho wow your confidence grew a lot in the space of 10 seconds!” He laughed again “Sweetie don’t try to play games with me, flattery won’t get you far with me. If anything it’s going to make me want to show what i am capable of, you’re not the only one who enjoys things messy” He laughed again before moving towards her stopping directly in front of her and gazing down at her “Look at you, you like the feeling of blood on your hands? I don’t think you’d quite enjoy it as much if it was your own”

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

Kay leaned forward as far as she could in her chair, eyes unblinking and voice as even as she could manage. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” , she nearly whispered, staring directly into his nearly black eyes. As she said these words, the skin along the back of her neck began to tingle; a slow nervous sweat starting to form as she played the game she so loved to play. See how far you can push someone until they break. Her mind was still searching for a way out, but she wasn’t coming up with an answer to her predicament. 

If this is how her life would end, at the hands of a spider, she wasn’t going out without a fight. Even if said fight was merely carefully chosen words and trickery. After all, that’s what she did best.

Jamesmoriartay:

"Oh really?" He smiled at her. "I’m growing bored of this talking, I don’t normally like to take care of people myself but you… i think it could be fun" He says turning around to look directly at her "You look nervous. Though you should be" He says going towards her again this time putting his hand on her face and almost playing with it "You’re a difficult one you are! Trying to kill me will not get you off lightly” He then walks away mumbling some things under his breath pondering what to do with her, “Gun?” he whispers shoot her? Too light… too easy no fun. Like flicking a light switch and it would be extremely messy and she’d be out like a light. “Bomb?…” he whispered again “no…” he says “maybe” he smiles. He liked watching peoples reactions to him contemplating how they would leave the world, he put his thumb to his lips deep in thought before something inside him clicks, the twisted smile returns. “I don’t like making decisions” He announced putting his hands in the air “Choose for me!” He smiles moving is hands back to his pockets “Go on i don’t have all day, decide! Obviously I’ll add in some little extra.. surprises. It wouldn’t be a game without the little shocks, But for the most part you choose!”

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

Kay raised her eyebrows at the man. “Hmm..Let’s see..” , she pondered out loud, a look of mock concentration on her face. “Well, I suppose if we were going to do things my way, you could spill a little blood…Or a lot. You know, slow cutting…Don’t know if that’s your style though..See, if I were in your place, and you in mine, I’d go with that. How I’d love to see the little looks on your face as I performed…surgery, if you will. Without anesthetics of course. I think you’d be a fun little toy.” , she grinned, pupils dilating at the thought. She might be in danger but she could still appreciate the art of murder. “Damn…I should have done that..Could have had you brought to me..Could have fixed you up all nice in my basement..Mm…I bed your blood would look just delicious on the concrete..” , she drifted off, eyes faraway.

Jamesmoriartay:

His face expressionless and his eyes big, unblinking he walked towards her and played with the rope on her chair before taking her head and making her look at it, he tightened the rope around her “Let me remind you who’s tied up here” His voice has turned harsh and serious “You’re not in my place, you’re tied up in a chair and i could kill you right now. I could easily kill you this second, have me brought to you? You couldn’t last 10 seconds in my house before being caught, but i see having me being brought to you would be cake” he remarked sarcastically. “You’re making me want to shut that mouth of yours the way you’re talking to me” He whispers in her ear, unintentionally tightening the rope even more. He goes to the other side of the room grabbing a gun from a drawer and packing it with bullets. “I’m going to keep this with me” He mumbled to himself before turning towards her, waving the gun so she can see it almost playfully “So i suggest you remember who is in control here”

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

Kay began to smile, then grin, until she was giggling uncontrollably. “Oh Jimmy! Did I get to you? I thought that that was your thing? No one ever gets to you…” , she drawled, in between giggles. She sighed, throwing her head back to stare at the bright lights above her. “Sweetie, you’re so much fun. You see, I can’t lose! Because I have nothing. You can blow my head clear off my shoulders right now, but what will you have accomplished? No, I think you like to play. And that’s not playing. That’s ruining the fun before it’s gotten started.” , she smiled. 

Jamesmoriartay:

"Oh darling, don’t gloat. You didn’t get to me.. you merely just made me realize you can be quite mouthy, too mouthy for your own good" he says looking at the gun in his hands "you really believe i’d just blow your brains out? You can have a lot of fun with a gun, i thought you’d know that, Guns aren’t your area though are they."  He walked up to her and tightened the rope even more around her so it was choking her lightly,  so she could breath but barely. "Rope too." he smiled "but you like knifes… not my thing  though i have people who buy into that sort of deal. He releases his grip on the rope before walking around kicking the chair as he goes. Grabbing the rope again and tightening it even harder than last time

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

Kay hissed against the pressure he was exerting. “..So what..You’re going to have other people torture me? I rather thought you’d enjoy doing that yourself..” , she gasped, her breathing labored. She had to admit, this was making her a bit light-headed. Her hands balled into fists behind her back as she tried to focus her vision on something in the room. It wasn’t working. “Well..What do you know..You actually did something.” , she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut tight. 

Jamesmoriartay:

Releasing his grip he said “I don’t normally do this sort of deal i work through other people thought you’d know this, disappointing. Dull” He leaned down using his fingers to open her eyes making them look at her “It’s only just started” He whispered so she could feel his breath on her cheek before unexpectedly grabbing the rope and pulling it extremely tightly, this was making him irritated and he was taking it out on the rope. He flicked her head making her look up at the light “Stay awake it wasn’t fun when you were asleep” he was getting pissed off at this point, he wouldn’t admit it, he released the rope again and when she attempted to close her eyes he slapped her across the face with the gun.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

She grunted at the force of the cold metal against her face. Blood was beginning to pool in her mouth and soon she was coughing and spitting out a few teeth. She grinned lazily as the blood dripped down her chin. “Ooh..look at that. There’s that stuff I love.” , she muttered, her voice hoarse. “Come on, Jimmy. Just a bit farther.” , she pushed, her eyes getting big. “I can tell you’re getting all worked up over there.” , she chuckled

jamesmoriartay:

Jim turned away grunting under his breath while playing with the gun in his hands “You want me to kill you?” he asks, turning around “I’m planning on keeping to my intentions which were to kill you” he walks over putting his thumb under her chin and making her raise her head, forcing her mouth open and examining the damage his outburst of annoyance had done, some blood pouring onto his hand which he immediately rubbed off onto her skin before releasing the grip he had on her jaw and slapping the back off her head. He put his hand onto her forehead pushing her head back and making her look at the ceiling before pulling the rope the tightest he had yet all the while considering shooting her somewhere to put her in pain but keep her alive. In his irritated state he’d scratch her cheek and arm deeply.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

Kay nearly choked on what little air she had left, her skin starting flush as her mouth opened silently, no words coming out. The rope was too tight. Too tight. All she could do was push against his grip weakly. Perhaps she had pushed him a bit too far. Maybe she had let her masochistic side out to play longer than was smart. Her eyes fluttered shut, only to shoot open again. She was barely awake, hanging on the edge of consciousness. She couldn’t do this much longer. If he didn’t let go of that rope, she’d be out. Maybe not dead, but certainly not awake.

Jamesmoriartay:

He could see the life draining from her so he dropped the rope but lightly hit her with the gun again just to keep her conscious, he wasn’t waiting around until she woke up again “boring boring boring” he muttered under his breath, he looked back at her the blood on the floor her teeth out “You said you liked things messy” he mumbled paseing again, waiting for her to compose herself a little.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

She gasped, the pressure on her lungs decreasing greatly. But in place of the pressure came nausea, and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to fight it off. After it had eased it a bit, she cracked open her eyes and watched him pass back and forth in front of her. “Mm..Almost had me there..” , she slurred. “Might wanna try something else..I’m getting sleepy.” , she murmured, staring up into the light once more. “You know what would be exciting? Some electricity. Got a Defibrillator? That would be positively shocking.” , she giggled. She began to frown a moment after watching him again. “Oh come now, do try to have some fun.”

jamesmoriartay:

"It’s not fun when you bring up the ideas yourself" He muttered walking back and forth staring at his shoes again then looking up, he’d got an idea, he was getting very bored of the rope and the gun. He left the room was gone for a while and came back with a tub full of water "this is boring i’m not shocking you not yet” he said walking towards her slapping her across the face and knocking over the chair knocking her to the ground in the process before grabbing her hair and forcing her head down into the water.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

Kay gasped as her entire head was submerged in ice cold water. This gasp, of course, caused her to take in a lung full of water and she began to choke and convulse, her body pushing against his hold on her. If there was anything,  anything , that terrified her, it was water. Or being drowned, rather. You couldn’t fight water. She was panicking and she knew he’d see it. She sobbed for the first time into the water, the area around her turning a faint pink as the blood trickled from her mouth. She was dying. 

Jamesmoriartay:

He pulled her head up and threw her back onto the floor, he couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape his lips “Are you crying? Really?” he laughed slightly “water… everyone has a weakness” he stared into the water which had now turned a lightish red then back down at the girl on the floor “Not so mouthy now” he remarked, getting up he kicked her on the way past, circling her.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

She coughed and sputtered, throwing up a small bit of water onto the floor next to her. She cringed at the combined pain of her aching lungs and the bruises that were already forming where he kicked her, letting out a low moan every once in a while when it got too intense to contain. She started to shake as her body entered the beginning stages of shock. She merely watched him circle her like the shark circling his prey that he was. She felt small. Tiny, compared to him. And once again, she felt those twinges of fear she had felt before her pride took over. And she suddenly felt so alone. So weak.

Jamesmoriartay:

"Say something" he said bluntly "Come on, talk!" he demanded nudging her with his foot “Haven’t you got yourself into quite a mess, all because your pride got the better of you!” he said using his sing songy voice still circling her, staring at her making sure she was still awake, even if barely. He noticed he had some blood on his hands which he rubbed off quickly. “I would say take this as a lesson, buuuuut you’re not getting out of this. No, Not now, but i’m bored of talking to myself” He nudged her harder this time “Talk. Say something, don’t make me drown you” he whined

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

She shook her head slowly, lost, eyes blinking up at him slowly. She couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe. He was getting what he wanted. She tried to curl up into herself, to keep herself warm, but it was no use. She was tied up so tightly that she couldn’t even bring her knees up closer to her. She could feel him growing more and more impatient above her and she knew that she had to entertain him in some way or another, so she focused all her energy on her voice and spoke. 

"You’re getting what you wanted.." , she rasped, voice barely above a whisper. "It won’t be much longer now. It’s a shame.." , she almost smiled, reflecting. "If none of this had happened, we could have went into business together.." , her eyes began to flutter shut and she was too tired to keep them open. She just listened then.

Jamesmoriartay:

"Go into business together!?" he laughed, "You came here with intentions to kill me and then added that you would, if given the opportunity kill me in an extremely brutal way, don’t you remember,dear?"  He said grabbing her hair and pulling her ear up to his lips "That’s how you got into this situation in the first place" he whispered before throwing her back down and walking away from her not batting an eyelash at the fact she was broken on the floor "damn you’re going to be messy to clean up” he remarked.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

Her eyes shot open as her voice carried across the room to him. “It’s the principal, dear. Torture is my art. I’d do it to anyone, if they wanted. The fact is, I’m easily manipulated. Even after all this, if you asked me to join you, I’d say yes. You have to admit that we’d make a deadly duo. But no..No you’re too boring for that, aren’t you?” , she wheezed as she used up the last of her voice, her eyes squeezing shut as pain wracked her form once more. 

Jamesmoriartay:

He stood there, his back turned to her. “Nah” he said lightly “Nah i can’t trust you not after this” He shook his head biting down on his lips “No way” He bit down on his lips harder “After this you’d find the quickest easiest way to get me out of the picture and complete the job you were sent here for, the only thing talking right now is pure desperateness” He said turning around on his heel and going towards her “Desperateness in the face of death, you’re trying to bargain your life for the opportunity to end mine”

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

She smiled slightly towards his voice, her eyes blinking open again to look him in the eye. “I keep my promises. And I would promise you, everything.” , she whispered, truthfully. “Besides, I only promised my client that you wouldn’t be a problem anymore. You won’t be a problem if they’re dead, right? You could get a bit of revenge on them.” , she murmured before coughing hard, little flecks of blood staining the floor. “I’m just offering. You can kill me if you want, but wouldn’t it be so much more exciting to ravage this world together?” , she finished, her breathing becoming more labored as the seconds passed. 

Jamesmoriartay:

"This could go two ways for me, i could untie you and be killed or it could be very entertaining." He hesitated, pulling the gun out of his pocket and checking it was still loaded with enough bullets. He thought for a moment, before leaning down towards her again with the gun pointed directly at her " Listen now deary, I’m going to untie you and if you try anything you’re going to be shot, simple."

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

She hummed and nodded in response, unable to open her eyes. She was too tired for that now. She knew that if she fought, she be killed in an instant. She wasn’t that stupid. No, she was more interested in what would happen after. She was tired of all these games, as far as he was concerned. He was the one person that she couldn’t break and that both frustrated and intrigued her. She was done with the torture. She just wanted to talk now. Or at least be able to.

Jamesmoriartay:

He fiddled with the rope and eventually untied it, gun still pressed close to her head.  He kicked both the chair and rope away then looked down at her again “Compose yourself, and quickly.” he muttered to her. “Cough up the water or something”

"I said quickly!" he almost shouted "Hurry up"

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

She groaned, struggling to sit up, her arms aching in protest. “It’s not..that..” , she croaked. “You weren’t exactly easy on my lungs, you know..” . She blinked at him, attempting to get her vision to focus. Everything was swimming. “It won’t stop moving..” , she gasped before turning away from him and vomiting into the tub of water. She whimpered before falling back onto the floor, tired tears forming in her eyes. 

Jamesmoriartay:

He let out a long and frustrated sigh “the rope, i forgot about that” he said unsure of what to do. “You’ll be fine in a bit” he brushed it off easily, he realized she was too weak to do anything so he put the gun back into his pocket. He was getting agitated and bored waiting for her to get better.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

She lay there, eyes clenched tight as the pain raged on inside. “I’m sorry..” , she gasped after a moment. She knew that it wouldn’t help her, and that it probably sounded pathetic coming from her at this point, but it was the truth. And this was the first time she had felt it. Actual remorse. She managed to sit up, her body screaming in protest. “There.” , she whispered, wiping her stupid tears away and attempting to look him in the eye.

Jamesmoriartay:

"Good" He said simply, quite impressed at her obvious determination "have you got yourself back together now?" he asked looking down at her. The gun put away in his pocket still, he didn’t feel the need to pull it out.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

She nodded quickly, feeling more like an obedient child than a hostage. “So what now?” , she asked hesitantly, a shaking hand coming up to hold her jaw that was beginning to ache. She could still taste the blood in her mouth. 

Jamesmoriartay:

"Well first you’re going to have to get up" He said walking around more, he felt in control again and it made him more comfortable. The soft calm voice had returned. "Then you’re going to have to do something about your client" He smiled "You know? the one who wanted me killed, you said they wouldn’t be a problem if they were dead I’m assuming that’s an offer"

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

"Well…You’re either going to have to let me near a phone so I can get my boys on it, or you’re going to have to come with me while I do it.. I assume that you’re not going to just let me leave." , she replied as she stood shakily, face scrunching up in pain once completely upright. Everything was aching now. Not stabbing pain, just aching. And that was almost worse in Kay’s opinion. It was more annoying

jamesmoriartay:

"Oh that’s interesting" He muttered to himself "I’m not letting you go alone nor am i letting you have a conversation with anyone outside of this room so-" He turned on his heel back around to face her, smile painted back on his face and arms out slightly "I guess i’m just going to have to come with you" he grinned putting his hands back into his suit pocket and running his fingers over the gun.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

She sighed and started limping towards the door. “Well, come on then.” , she muttered. As slow as she was going her client would notice in an instant. She just hoped that she could kill them quick enough that they wouldn’t cause a ruckus. Kay leaned against the wall next to the door, awaiting his next move. This is going to be tedious, she thought to herself, sighing inwardly. She was an idiot. 

Jamesmoriartay:

He pulled the gun out of his pocket staring at it “You’ve got some of your strength back and i’m not taking any chances” he whispered under his breath, face expressionless again before putting the gun by his side not pointing it at her just yet, looking up at her he noticed her struggled limping which evoked a smirk to appear on his face “Oh come on you can do better than that” He almost yelled at her stepping towards her his shoes making a faded sound against the ground “What’s your name again?” He paused “Whoever you are, Try to be a bit more enthusiastic, alright?.” he added slowly walking past her  refusing to make eye contact. He was feeling a bit more energized now that he had her in a way he could easily control her, it certainly wasn’t dull, having her attempt to kill someone in this condition could be very entertaining.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

Kay glared at his back before sighing and picking up her pace a bit. “My name is Kay Blackford.” , she paused and turned away before hissing “Why does no one remember that?!” , under her breath. She shook the thoughts away, instead focusing on the impeding death of her client. How would she even do it? She didn’t even have a weapon..Oh well…She would find something. She always did. The woman wasn’t very big so she wouldn’t be a problem anyway. She just hoped that they wouldn’t attract the attention of her guards. Those were some burly bastards. “Are you gonna lead me out, or are we just going to stand around and chat all day?” , she growled. She wasn’t really impressed with him anymore. It was all very disappointing.

Jamesmoriartay:

"I suggest you speak in a nicer manner, Kay." He said putting the gun to the side of her head "honestly i’m growing tiresome" He yawned, He was growing bored,"Killed a lot of people i bet? Don’t you feel guilty do you never feel remorse? You’re not 100% heartless and cold i can tell” He smiled “Unlike me” he was considering just drowning her like intended, he put his hand at the back of her neck, tightening the grip around it “i still don’t trust you, at all” She was a play toy but just like a cat he was ready to just throw her off and be done with it, she was temporary.She could get whatever bitch decided to order him to be killed done with and he could be finished with her, after all she wouldn’t be at use after that and she was pissing him off with her pride “So proud” he whispered, holding his thumb at the back of her neck pushing down on a pressure point almost raising the gun to hit the back of her head harshly, then stopping himself making sure he didn’t knock her unconscious but still hitting the back of her head returning the gun directly behind her so she could feel it  “You’re leading out” He shouted pushing her forward hard onto the ground

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

She grunted as she hit the floor with a thud. God, he was bitch. She stood once more, but not before turning and giving him a look. “What, you’d rather me be all soft? I thought you liked challenges.” , she murmured as she started walking forward, as fast as the gun pressed against the back of her head would allow. “You know..Whether you realize it or not, you and I are just alike. Except you don’t have fun. No, you just keep yourself locked up in your palace like the spoiled little king you are. Watching everyone from your tower. You say that the rest of us are boring. You ever think that maybe it’s you and you’re just looking for someone to push all your problems on?” , she stopped and turned to look at him fully, a look of utter curiosity gracing her features. “What’s it like being so lonely?” , she breathed. “So misinformed..” 

jamesmoriartay:

His expression didn’t change he stayed still but you could see something inside of him snap, his hands balled up into fists, gun still pressed near her his hand now playing with the trigger. Pulling the gun downwards still staring at her he pulled the trigger and shot her through the top of her foot, so she could still walk but was in immense pain, he grabbed her hair and yanked her up “Your prides returned” he spat out, pulling her back onto her feet harshly treating her like nothing more than a discarded rag doll a child had gotten bored of, he put his hand over her mouth and whispered “if you don’t do what i ask you’re going to die, if you don’t follow what i say you’re going to die. Whats-more you’re going todrown and i’m going to be the one to do it. You’ll be lucky if you survive the day the way you’re going. I’m not boring i’m smart, i’ve killed more people than you could hope to and i’m still alive, people are searching for me out to kill me but i’m still alive. You’re on the brink of death and i am thissss close to watching the life drain from you” He dropped her, her little outburst was not going to go unpunished, he left going to the drawers grabbing some silver nails and bringing them back to her, running his fingers over them as he walked. He grabbed her arm tugging it in front of her and began to force 3 nails into her, the nail was keeping the blood inside of her so it wouldn’t kill her but it would be very painful

i-want-to-be-so-messy:

She gasped, her eyes shutting tight with the pain. Oh..Oh.."What are you going to do, crucify me? You fucking. Prick.” , she laughed, the sound coming out as garbled. She was bleeding..Her foot was leaving little trails of crimson behind her and her mouth had started bleeding once more. She must look like hell, she thought. And here she was, fucking nailed. TO HERSELF. She walked in silence after that, a small smile on her face at the idea of just how the hell he thought she was going to be able to kill someone now. Maybe they’d both be killed. That would serve him right. Or maybe she could kill herself at the last moment..Deprive him of the satisfaction of pulling the trigger..It wasn’t like she was going to live much longer anyway, even if he didn’t kill her. All his ministrations were starting to take their toll. At least she had managed to get inside that head of his a bit. That’s what counted, she thought, nodding to herself. That’s what counted. She hadn’t lost completely. And once everything was over, they could do it all again in hell.  Because he was just so much fun. 

Jamesmoriartay:

He began to laugh under his breath as he thought about her spitting insult she had used, she was falling apart at this point and he knew it, he was thinking about how he’d end her. He laughed even more thinking about drowning her in scalding water. That’d be fun. Very fun. He still had three nails in his pocket just in case she wasn’t going to be obedient he saw her as a dog, an aggressive unobedient animal that needed to be shown a place. To be shown who is in charge. Before leaving he’d brought a Taser one of his clients had left it and it could come in handy. He noticed the small smile appear on her face and he quickly shocked her in the back of the neck without hesitation almost like a natural reaction “Jesus Christ just get this done quickly and i suggest you wipe that stupid smirk off your face” She wasn’t going to survive the day and he’d decided. Though he was glad he didn’t drown her because then he wouldn’t have got to have the fun he did, it was incredibly funny watching her facial expression and pride drain from her each time he decided to take things further.

I-want-to-be-so-messy:

She hissed at the shock, her body shaking as the volts of electricity pulsed through her. She stopped, her chest and arm beginning to ache..Oh no.. She thought. Was this going to be it? Just die of a heart attack? No, no. She would fight through it if she had to. She would be dying on her own terms and hers alone. She grunted, focusing on her heartbeat as she pushed on until they stepped outside. She blinked up at the early morning light. Possibly the last time she would ever see it. She had never been one for nature but now she had to admit that it was beautiful. So beautiful. Or maybe she was becoming delirious. Either way, the sunlight felt nice on her face before it was taken away again as she was herded into a car. The darkness closed around her once more and she sighed.

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"You’re in no fit position to drive so you’re going to have to tell me where we’re going" He said turning the keys in the car the engine making a low continuous noise. He nudged her carelessly making sure she was still conscious "I have absolutely no idea how you’re going to kill anyone in this position buuuut that’s your problem not mine" 

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She swallowed, pressing her face against the cool glass of the window. “..East Third Street…The biggest house..” , she choked out, squeezing her eyes shut as pain ripped through her chest a second time. “No…No..NO!” , she gasped, eyes opening wide. She was NOT, going to die like this. She began to cough hard, forcing her heart to pump her blood. It wouldn’t stop her death, but it would prolong it. And that’s all that she needed. “Hurry..” , she whispered, folding in on herself. 

Jamesmoriartay:

"East. Third. Street? Allllright" He said slowly making each word linger on his lips for a while just to bully her a bit more, then he realized how close she was to death and sped up the car more. "Don’t worry pet it’s just around the corner" he said patronizing her taking a glance to the girl in the seat next to him "Don’t die on me yet”

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"Wouldn’t dream of it.." , she mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as the car vibrated beneath her. She was becoming numb. Not just physically but mentally as well. She soon became aware of the fact that she didn’t really care anymore. With a whimper she sank onto her side in the seat, her head dangerously close to his lap. She watched him drive above her, her eyes blinking lazily. "Do you believe you’re going to hell?" , she whispered, her lips barely moving.

Jamesmoriartay:

Her question took him a little by surprise, he paused for a little. Thinking. “If hell is real then yes, I’m not scared though. Why would i be? I’ve been through hell here, it’s not going to get much worse than this” he spoke softly still staring onto the road in front of them searching for the house she described, eyes blank expression unchanging. “You think you are, don’t you?” He asked pulling in to the front of the house, stopping the car and turning to her broken and bruised next to him

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She stared up at him, eyes wide and nodded slowly. “Yeah.” , she murmured, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Let’s go.” , she whispered, totally unaware that she was crying as she sat up slowly, pushing herself out the door of the car. She stumbled onto the ground before picking herself up and dragging her limp body towards the front door. Everyone would be asleep. She could do this.

Jamesmoriartay:

He sighed putting his hands to his face then getting out of the car, he was watching her limp towards the house. She was half dead could she really do this?… "not my problem" he assured himself quietly following her

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Kay fell against the door before pulling a bobby pin or two from her pocket to unlock the door. She had to start over three times but she finally got it. Once in the house she stepped across the threshold as quietly as she could, making her way upstairs where she knew the woman would be sleeping alone. She nearly tripped up the stairs but she managed to haul herself up them before coming to a hallway with at least 10 doors on each side. “Right..Of course she had to have 20 damn rooms.” , she muttered to herself. “Still there?” , she asked Jim, not bothering to glance behind her.

Jamesmoriartay:

"Yup" he whispered behind her popping the p, it was strange to watch her. Like a deer trying to stand up when all it’s legs are broken, but the determination in her was obvious and notable. Even in her dying hours she was almost passionate about what she was doing and he noticed that. Watching her now a light bit of remorse took over and he was considering killing her quickly…but then he remembered the things she’d said to him. He brushed these thoughts off, he wouldn’t have to think about this until the bitch who sent Kay to kill him was dead.

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Kay nodded silently, making her way down the hall shakily, but determined. She just wanted his over. Then he could kill her, or she could kill herself or whatever would happen. She knew this wasn’t going to end happily though. She stopped as she reached a set of double doors at the end. This was definitely the master bedroom. She sighed as her hand closed around the knob, a wave of nausea coming over her. She shook her head, forcing it down. She couldn’t do this right now. She turned to look at him then, really look at him, and she smiled. “I really did want to go into business with you, you know.” , she murmured. “I can’t help how I am. My pride, I mean. That’s just me. It’s what protects me. And I’m sorry.” , she finished with a whisper. “I’m so damn sorry.” With a sudden intake of breath she pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing in on the sleeping form on the bed. 

Jamesmoriartay:

As soon as he saw her disappear into the other room he let out a sigh an put his fingers through his hair, she’s going to die anyway he may as well make it quick. He put his hands back down pulling the gun out again checking it had bullets, fucking hell. He felt sympathy for her even if it was the tiniest bit, compassion no matter how small was getting the better of him. Shoot her in the right but of the head and it would be a quick, thinking back to his earlier thoughts when he was in the room with her deciding,pondering how to kill her "Like flicking a light switch" he muttered to himself returning the gun to his pocket

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Kay watched the woman sleep peacefully, her mouth open in a light snore. Sweet dreams, she thought to herself before taking the woman’s head lightly in her hands and twisting it quickly to the side until she heard the unmistakable crack of a broken neck. The woman’s breathing stopped almost instantly. It was over. Kay pulled the blankets over the woman’s head sadly before turning to Jim. “Do it.” , she whispered. Suddenly, she rushed towards him, her face pressed into his chest as her fingers gripped onto his shirt weakly. “Just do it.” , she whimpered. She didn’t care that he had tortured her all night. She didn’t care who he was. She was just so tired of keeping up her act as professional badass. She was done. So done.

Jamesmoriartay:

"Fuck" he whispered under his breath looking down at her clinging to him, she was going to die anyway it was his job to just make sure it was quick  He’d actually grown attached to her and he was feeling compassionate but at this point there was no use! it was too late for that now, she was a dead woman walking and he had to finish the job. He pulled the gun out hearing the usual click as he set it up, closing his eyes together and clenching his fist he put the gun to the side of her head, he knew where to shoot her to kill her instantly “You said you were sorry, you told me that you were really sorry” He said, eyes still closed, too afraid to open them. Fear, not felt much by him. This wasn’t a game anymore the fun stopped.”but- i just want to tell you i am, i am so damn sorry” he forced himself to say the words before putting his thumb on the trigger and in a forced strength he pulled it, hearing the usual bang, but darkness never followed her she didn’t feel the pain rip through her head she was still breathing she was awake.He was not, He’d turned the gun on himself. He wasn’t going to kill her. She’d want to die on her own terms and he knew that. So he’d turned the gun around and shot himself.

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She opened her eyes just in time to watch him fall to the floor in front of her, her face tinted red as his blood sprayed out from his head. “NO!” , she screamed, catching him and pulling him onto her lap. “No! God damn it, no! It was supposed to be me! It was supposed to be me!” , she sobbed as she shook him. “Tell me it missed your brain! Please! You were better than this! So much better than this..” , she cried collapsing onto the floor next to him. “Jim..” she whispered, reaching for the gun that lay beside his hand. “Jim..You’re not going to hell by yourself. No. I’m not gonna let that happen.” She closed her eyes as the cold metal of the gun rested in her hands as she pushed it to her temple. “I’m not going to let you be afraid by yourself.” 

 “Mommy? ..Mommy!”

Kay jumped, her eyes flying open as a small girl ran into the room and towards the bed, not even bothering to look their way. “Mommy! Mommy, please be okay!” , the girl cried as she shook her mother, desperately trying to pull her from her eternal slumber.

“Jenny! Jenny where are you…” , an older man ran into the room, his face going pale as he took in his boss’s broken neck, and Jim and Kay sprawled on the bedroom floor, blood everywhere.

“Who the fuck are you?! And what did you do?!” , he screamed, charging at Kay. She began shaking her head, shock taking over. He growled and slammed her into the floor before bringing his fist down hard against her cheek, the fragile bone cracking from the force of it. And he continued to do so, over and over until he was pulled away by several women. As she bled from her nose and eyes, she managed to turn her head in his direction, and placed a hand over his. Jim.

I’m supposed to be dead. Why aren’t I dead. Jim is dead. I have to be dead. He can’t be alone.

“Jim? Jim…Please..” , she whimpered, crawling back over to him, cradling his head in her hands as his eyes stared lifelessly at the ceiling. “Please..” , she pleaded a final time.

She didn’t know how long she had spent there with him, everyone in the house moving around them like they were nothing. No one cared that Jim was dead. No. They only cared about who they were. They didn’t care that he needed medical attention. She just cried silently and pressed her lips to his temple, the only place not covered in gore. She began to hum, a song that she had heard as a child, that had always calmed her but didn’t seem to have any words. Just a melody.

She was lost in the music when she was pulled away from his cold body. Her eyes flashed open, her hands reaching out to him as the police pulled her from the house.

“Jim!!!!!” , she screamed over the murmuring of voices from the crowd that gathered in the road. All went silent as she was pushed into their car, but she could almost swear that she had heard him answer in the distance.

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Dear Jim, they told me that writing to you might help, so I’m keeping this diary. I don’t like this place. It’s too white and too clean. Everyone’s too nice. The food doesn’t taste like food. It tastes like medicine. It probably is.

They told me to try and make some friends but everyone’s so high off their pills and morphine that it’s damn near impossible. But, I wouldn’t want to anyway. I wish you were here. I wish they had let me pull that trigger. If it wasn’t for that damn little girl running in like she did..

I’ll be with you soon though. Today I received some extra incentive.

I was sitting in the rec room when a nurse came over to me and told me that she had someone that she thought I could be friends with. Apparently we had a lot in common. Don’t know how she knew what I was interested in, but whatever.

Oh Jim. How I screamed.

He said his name was Richard.