{A/N: And in this chapter you will hear how I think Moriarty survived, so here you go. xxAv}
"Ooh! Sounds like the party's here!" Moriarty giggled. "Are you ready, Thora?"
"Let me go." Pandora rasped, voice nearly silent. Her eyes were heavy, and every inch of her body was telling her to go to sleep. The rope where she was tied left her wrists and ankles raw, her legs were weak, and she had lost more blood than anyone should.
"Nah. We're gonna play a game in five, four, three, two, one-"
He was interrupted by the door crashing open, people streaming in with guns out, pointing towards Moriarty.
"Look at all of you! It's so nice of you to come. Now, all of you should sit down. And, if you don't want to, I'll just make sure Sebby can aim his laser right at your forehead, just like that, Sherlock!"
The red light was on Sherlock's forehead. Slowly, everyone sat down, shooting worried looks at Pandora.
"And, your guns..." Moriarty said.
They kicked their guns away from them, and towards the man in black. He giggled again, grabbing all of them and throwing them away from himself.
"How are you still alive?" Sherlock spat.
"Oh, Sherly. I'm not."
Sherlock looked up at the man, confused. "You're not?"
"No. Jim Moriarty died two years ago when he blasted his brains out. Jim was dying, you see, so why not make the most of it by killing Sherlock Holmes?"
Sherlock looked down. It was exactly what he theorized on his drug run on the plane.
"My name is James Moriarty. My mother had identical twins, and because she was sooooo creative, she named us the same thing, isn't that great!"
"Oh my god." Pandora whispered.
"You killed my brother, Sherlock Holmes. I'll kill you because you killed my brother." James shouted, throwing the book in his hand at Sherlock, narrowly missing his head. "ILL KILL YOU!"
"Why? Why even do this in the first place?" Chrissie muttered, looking up at the man. "Why try to kill Sherlock?"
"Because, Cressida, all men have enemies. Some decide to act more than others, and these men want me away so that they can rule the world." Sherlock said.
"Let my daughter, and everyone here go, and you can have me. You can torture me, you can kill me, just let them go." Sherlock begged.
"No."
"What?" Sherlock asked.
"No. The greatest torture for you would be watching every single person you love die painfully. First Mycroft. Strong, ice cold Mycroft. We can see what we can bring out from him. And then Lestrade, your strong Detective Inspector, your second father. Then Miss A.G.R.A. The secret woman who stole your best friend. And then, the man himself, your best friend. The strong man." James cackled.
"Please, no." Sherlock whispered.
"Please, yes!" James giggled. "Then as I kill Molly I'm sure you two will profess your undying love for each other. It would be just like on TV! And, I know how Miss Chrissie can scream, she's just so... Breakable."
James stroked Chrissie's cheek his gun. "Stop." She whispered.
"Why?" James asked.
"Get away from her!" Greg shouted, trying to get up, but was stopped with a hand on his shoulder.
"And, finally, everyone's favorite. Little Pandora Holmes. The orphan who only wants her family. That will be the highlight of my day. Killing Pandora while her Daddy watches."
"NO!" Sherlock screamed, getting up and grabbing a gun.
A gunshot rang out through the room.
{A/N: Almost end of the week update because I felt like it! Love you all! xxAv}