#sadistsherlock

It was such a dramatic ending to the two, public and loud just how he’d planned. Well not just how he’d planned it. Suddenly he found himself in hiding, faking his own death, following the step’s of his nemesis, Sherlock. He was busy with his web, trying to rebuild it as fast as it was torn down all the while keeping a low profile, it was interesting but exhausting.

Much like Sherlock, he also had a network of people that served as his ears around the world. Only he didn’t employ disgusting homeless people, his were reputable, honest criminals that were willing to do just about anything for a few grand. This is how Jim came into some rather interesting information.

“Sadism?” He should have seen it coming, really. Sherlock and he were oh so alike. He had been planning for months his comeback, how to surprise the world, specially Sherlock with the news of his return from the dead. But this was just too good. The next day he bought a first class ticket straight to Denmark where he could find Sherlock. He wasn’t hard to find, a tall curly haired man such as himself, stood out in a place like that. 

He almost couldn’t contain his smirk as he approached the man carefully tapping his left shoulder. “Surprise.” 

   “Nothing personal. But I don’t have time for games. Maybe another time.”

The Woman watched as the man stumbled and then fell to the ground in the alleyway. It hadn’t been especially hard, she could lure men and women to her like moths to light when she wanted to. Or forced them to. He wasn’t someone she was after, but he held information important to that.

    “Here we go.”

Irene plucked the phone from his pocket, starting to walk as she read some of the messages. The chilly evening was silent, the only sounds were of muffled music from the ball being held. Otherwise, the streets were silent and empty. Or so she had thought. Turning slowly, her eyes landed on a lone figure across the street from her, her icy blue eyes piercing as she stared.

sadistsherlock

No. Enough was enough. And Sebastian had had enough of his father's constant anger and abusive outbursts. Sure, Seb was expected to be something of importance. He was supposed to inherit the trident. But that didn't mean he had to endure the suffering he was currently experiencing.

So he swam off in the direction of the deep, emptiness of the ocean. He knew the waters, the paths of cool water bordered by the much warmer stretches. He swam until his fins grew tired. Until he knew he was too far for even the guppies that worshiped his father would look.

And then he encountered her. Sebastian had only heard rumours of this witch. She was evil, never to be trusted, and would find a way to cheat on any contract she made with her subjects. Even with all of the warnings, Sebastian found himself closing in on the distance of her lair. He crept in, but was quickly caught by her staff, wrapped at his wrists and tail, and forced into her chambers.

"What do you want, my child," she purred, her eyes golden and deceptive.

"Freedom. From everything. From my father. My life here in the sea. I want to be on the land. I want to find a prince there and rule in a kingdom that doesn't force me to live in fear the way my father does."

The witch had drawn up a contract in no time. "You have one week," she instructed him. "To find your prince and to have him make you an offer. If you fail..." She motioned her tentacle arm in the direction of the algae that carpeted her chambers. Sebastian understood.

He signed without hesitation. Anything was better than home.

Since when do you give the orders?