Hey! Another request now, but I'm almost done with the list. Sorry for letting you wait so long; school is really killing me and even though I had a week vacation, I've spent it studying and making exercises... And now there's a test week coming up! Anyways, this is what I've been asked to do by The_Decoder:
Could you please write one for me where the reader is has photographic memory and is a genius and Jim Moriarty becomes obbessed with her and she eventually becomes his right hand women and wife. The name is Regan and I have raven black hair and blue eyes.
And here it is! I hope you'll enjoy it!
-xox-
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I hate it here. I know it is necessary to stay in this damned building, for my own safety, but that doesn't mean I enjoy my safety. Not at all, actually. In this place, surrounded by dark walls and a low ceiling, I feel more trapped than ever. It was cold and humid which caused me to shiver since I was too stubborn to change my fitting suit for a winter coat. I've grown used to the darkness but I was annoyed by it since it was too dark to see a thing which caused me to trip over everything. I could only turn on the little light I had at a particular time which my watch did not show yet. Not that I could see the watch in this eternal night. Luckily it beeped every hour.
I knew it was dangerous to go out of this one chamber, for others will find me and definitely torture me. Here in this one chamber I was safe. No one could ever find out where the chamber is and that's why I'm not telling you where it is either.
I will only say that it's in Estonia, the land where my biggest enemy lives. Oh, did you think Sherlock was my biggest enemy, my only equal? You are wrong, honey. Here, in Estonia, lives another one clever enough to battle me. But even he won't expect me to hide in the land of his birth. No one could see this little underground chamber and no one was aware of its existence. No, no one could possibly find me here, I was convinced of that. And I, Jim Moriarty, am never wrong.
Yet this time I was.
And I was horribly wrong. My endless shivering and cursing was interrupted by a sound. Usually there was a total silence here, but now there was sound. It was soft, though, and I hoped it to be some sort of animal. Again I was mistaken and I realised my fault when the door slowly opened. A flashlight shone directly into my face and the sudden bright light blinded me. Spots of a white-ish light danced in front of my eyes. 'W-who are you?' I stuttered, too blind to stand up and face the man. 'That information is irrelevant.' The responding voice was the voice of a woman and I froze because of my astonishment. A woman? Who would be so clever to find me here? I did not have any female enemies.
I decided to play it cool. 'How is that irrelevant? I would like to know the name of whoever has beaten me.' I heard the girl giggle. 'Oh Moriarty, don't think it was that difficult.' She mocked me. That angered me. 'Say your name, kid.' I hissed and felt a sudden slap against my head that made me fall to the ground.
'My apologies, mister, I just need to get some things done. Now, would you be so kind to tell me where you've hidden your laptop?' Now it was my turn to giggle. 'No, your name first, then the laptop.' I had hidden it so well, she would never know where without me saying it. 'Let me see,' she started, 'there's close to no access here to the much needed internet but you probably made an access here somewhere. And it's probably wrapped in aluminium when you don't use it since that stops the radiation and you know the police have a device to detect radiation on common hiding places. So let's see. It has to be somewhere here... Ah!' I heard the sound of aluminium foil. 'Here it is. My sight still was blurred but I could see a form in the light of her flashlight that shone to the ceiling, lighting the entire chamber as she opened my laptop. The ticking of a keyboard followed.
She'd never figure out my password. Not ever. My third mistake was acknowledged when I heard the voice of my laptop say 'access granted'. 'How?!' I asked and heard her chuckle. 'It's one of my little tricks.' She answered. 'You know, Moriarty? I've studied you for a very long time.' I smiled. 'And? Do you like me?' My sight became better. 'A little.' She sad. '.' I replied: 'Easy? Me? I happen to be the most fearsome villain of the world. The Napoleon of crime!' I defended myself. 'And how did Napoleon end up?' She asked. 'He was trapped on Saint Helena and died there.' I answered. 'Exactly.' She said, almost proud of me before she mysteriously continued.
'Just like you are trapped here.'
A beep sounded and I recognised to sound of my laptop. It was the sound it made when documents were copied on a USB stick. I swallowed. 'What have you done?' I asked. 'Again irrelevant.' She answered and I now got my full sight back. In the light of her flashlight, I saw a beautiful lady with hair as black as the pet Ravens of Death, but eyes as blue as the deepest ocean. Her skin was fair and on her lips was a gentle smile. 'Oh, so you have your sight back?' She said, probably because I watched her with open mouth. My eyes moved down to her hand and in it I saw the USB stick. She wanted to get away, but just before she could escape I grabbed the stick. 'That can stay here.' I said and found my gun on the floor. I pointed it at the mysterious lady. 'Now go away or I'll blow a hole between your beautiful eyes.'
She smiled. 'Did you just say "beautiful" eyes? That's so sweet.' She looked at the gun while she spoke. I fired it, and she quickly moved two inches to the right. The bullet hit the wall and the little mirror that hung on it. The glass shattered and flew through the chamber. But it did not hit her. For she had calculated how the bullet would hit the glass and now she was unharmed.
She smiled and my eyes widened. 'How did yo-' Her smile just became wider and she ran one hand through her black wires. 'Can I at least know the name of the woman who found me?' I asked. 'You mean the woman who outsmarted you?' She asked and shook her head. Then her flashlight went off and the chamber was filled with darkness again. I reached out for the little lamp I had and, even though I wasn't allowed to, put the light on. She had gone. I opened my laptop and plugged in the USB stick. It was filled with valuable information and luckily it was still with me. When I clicked on an unknown file called 'information', the screen opened and Word was opened. On the blank page was written one word. Regan.
***
I was embarrassed, surprised, but most of all impressed when I heard my ally Jasper speak to me over the phone. 'Moriarty, what have you done?' He said, 'all our information, even the list with future victims, are on the internet. Even the list with future victims! Hello? Jim? Are you even listening? Do you hear me? You've ruined it all, man. You were supposed to keep that laptop safe with you!' Jasper was furious, but I wasn't. I was astonished. How could this woman, this Regan, remember all the files? I would cover up those leaked files, that's for certain.
Three more things were certain.
One, whoever this Regan was, I wanted to know more about her.
Two, whatever her secret was, I would figure it out.
Three, wherever she was, I would find her. And I wouldn't rest till I have.
***
Oh victory! Oh pride! Do you know that feeling when you succeed in something, that sweet feeling of power? I am addicted to that feeling, and now I felt it once more. There she was, the beautiful black-haired bride. The only woman who could call herself my equal.
She was so interesting. Black hair hid a fair face away from the people's view but I could see the clearest blue eyes shine with a mysterious glow. It was a light I had never seen in anyone's eyes before, and it was a glow I deeply adored. It betrayed her wisdom and highlighted her beauty. In those shining eyes, I saw not even the slightest bit of fear for me though I knew for sure that that would change soon enough.
Softly, swiftly and soundlessly I placed one foot in front of the other, moving closer to my target as she walked out of the little shop. It was late in the evening so there weren't many people on the streets. Everyone was at home, safe behind locked doors to be safe from me. Yet my unfortunate Regan was outside, walking through abandoned streets in my clear view.
Regan P.O.V.
It was cold, winter was almost upon us. I wrapped my own arms around my body to gain some more warmth and sped up to reach home a little earlier. I was always uneasy when I walked outside at this hour, and then especially this part of town. Also, it bothered me that Moriarty wasn't in jail yet, like the DI had promised me. Moriarty probably was aware of the fact that I released all the information, so I felt like I wore a huge target on my back. I shivered and walked faster.
Was he there? I expected to meet Moriarty sooner or later, but now really wasn't the best time. Could he be watching me right now? I looked around and hoped that, if Moriarty actually was watching me, that he couldn't see the nervous look in my eyes. Should I call anyone to come and get me? It seemed like a good idea, but then I had no one to call. No, I was alone again. Alone in the presence of a maniac.
The darkness creates many things. Horrifying shapes and terrible faces seem to appear from everywhere. I looked around again, scanning the area for things that could be watching me. I stopped to look behind me. Two little lights watched me from afar and I let out a silent shriek. I stared back at the eyes that turned out to be the lights of a bike that someone had left on. I calmed myself and smiled because of my foolishness.
I looked at the bike lights for a while to make sure that they weren't what I thought they were and then laughed. Stupid girl. I turned around and stared directly into two lights, now close in front of me. There stood a man who smiled at me. 'Hello, Regan.'
I shrieked and screamed, tried to run and to hit the man whose arms were tightly wrapped around me. 'Let me go!' I shouted but heard nothing but laughter as response. 'Shhhh...' He hissed, 'stop moving; you'll only make it worse.' But I did not obey and tried even harder to free myself. He hit my head with a metal object and I seemed to lose control over my body.
I felt a hard floor underneath me and heard doors closing, leaving me in utter darkness. I knew I was in the boot of a car when I heard an engine start. With trembling fingers, I reached out for my head and touched it. Luckily, it did not bleed a lot so I would most probably not die of blood loss. Death because of lack of oxygen is more probable. But I realised that, since Moriarty would never kidnap me just to kill me on the way to wherever we're going, I needed to survive the trip. And I only had oxygen for around half an hour here, so that was the maximin time I would be separated from my kidnap point.
A map appeared in my head and I drew an imaginary circle that represented thirty minutes around the point I had been kidnapped. Then I heard a lot of chatter, presumably from a bar. The sound lasted pretty long and I remembered a street filled with only bars on both sides. On my imaginary map, I drew a line through the street I recognised. Then I heard a dog bark. It was a deep, loud bark from a presumably big dog. More barking followed, all from the same direction. There were no homes in this part of town, but I did remember an animal shelter. And there was a disco around 150 meters away... I smiled when I heard loud music. Ten minutes should have gone by, less than twenty to go.
We stopped and I knew precisely where. Past the bars, animal shelter, disco, and a sport centre, over a long highway, past a meadow with cows and over a bridge. The boot was opened and light greeted my eyes in an unpleasant way. 'You know, Regan,' Moriarty said with a triumphant smile on his face, 'you're interesting, but careless and thus you make mistakes which makes you an easy target.' To hear my words quoted back at me was disgusting. 'What do you want, Moriarty?' I asked harshly. He reached out and lifted me out the car. Immediately a whole bunch of persons came to assist Moriarty in taking me to an underground chamber. There I was seated on a single chair as is we were in some cliché kidnap movie. 'What do you want, Moriarty?' I repeated. He grinned. 'It's not a 'what' that I want, it's a 'who' that I do desire.' He answered mysteriously.
'And who is that?' I asked sassily. He came closer and stood in front of the chair. He bowed down a bit to be on the same level and looked me in my eyes. Big brown Bambi eyes stared at me. 'You're a smart person, why don't you figure it out?' And then the obvious hit me. 'Me?' I asked and received a pet on my head. 'Good girl.' He said. 'Woman.' I corrected. He raised his hands and showed me his palms. 'My apologies, woman.' He said and took a bit of cloth to dry the blood on my head.
'Are you okay?' He asked, genuine worry entered his eyes when he saw my wound. 'I did not mean to hurt you.' I smiled sassily. 'Well, you did.' He took another cloth. 'But I did not mean to.' He repeated, now softer, and met my eyes for a brief moment. 'Why are you telling me this?' I asked him, not with sass anymore since I saw that he actually cared. 'I want you to be my right hand man.' He said and answered my stern look with a cute chuckle as he corrected: 'Sorry, right hand woman.'
'And what makes you think that I'd be your right hand woman?' I asked. 'Because you won't leave this place until you are.' He answered and I rolled my eyes. 'Is that the only way how you can get people to do something for you? By kidnapping them?' Moriarty chuckled once more because of my words. 'No, not at all. Usually it's too much effort, but for you it isn't. Regan, you're smart, cunning, funny and beautiful. I want you as my right hand or else no one will.'
'Is that a thread?' I said, now on my guard. He just looked up and the despair in his eyes surprised me. In his eyes lay hidden a strong longing, a deep and genuine desire. 'Regan...' He started again and I was even more amazed by the tenderness in his voice while he said my name. 'I do not only want you as my right hand woman...' He said it as if it was a confession.
'As what more do you want me?' I asked, my curiosity had taken its peak.
'As my bride.'
***extended version***
Who on Earth would have thought that his wish would come true? And who would have thought that it was done completely willingly? I did not think it back then, but now it has become reality. It's difficult to live up to two titles, both right hand woman and wife, but I think I'm doing a stupendous job. Yes, you're right, I fell in love with my kidnapper, Stockholm Syndrome 2.0.
But I am genuinely happy with my husband and partner in crime. It was difficult at first, since I had always stood on 'the good side', but I love seeing the faces of my ex-colleagues when I won from them. Which we do every time now I am on Jim's team. My life now consists of stealing kisses between gunshots, and, though the gunshots are bad, the kisses are amazing.
A/N
Hey there!
So terrible sorry for letting y'all wait so long, but school is taking all my time and there's a test week coming up. *sarcastic* Yay... ;-/
Anyway, thank you The_Decoderso much for requesting! I truly hope that you liked it! Not only you, I hope that everyone liked it! Please vote and comment what you thought of it and thank you all so much for reading!
Oh, and about Estonia, I've never been there but I'd love to go there one day! And about the picture above, don't you think it's/he's adorable? I do!
For all the fellow Marvel fans: Who else is really excited for the Thor Ragnarok film? I am! But I am really, terribly afraid of the coming infinity war-films, like crazy afraid. I know that they will be epic, but I cannot handle my favourite heroes dying! I can't! Let me know whether you're going to watch Thor Ragnarok and if it will be bothering to see Lady Galadriel play Death in the film, Let me know if you too have a little (huge) crush on Doctor Strange and let me know who your favourite Marvel hero is and why! I'm really curious!
Oh and, Regan, did you know that your name is mentioned in Norse Mythology?
Regan, or Reginn was the foster father of Sigurd in the Norse mythology. The son of Hreiomarr who received none of Loki's gold (Loki accidentally killed a family member and had to pay for it) and became the king's smith and Sigurd's father figure, teaching him everything for he was very wise.
Did you know this?
Well, now you do!
Thank you all so much and, bye bye!
Catch you later!
-MS