Requested by:  unicornwhovian

She was beautiful.

Her movements were careful and precise, yet flowed smoothly. Each step, each twirl was within perfect rhythm with the music. Her brown hair was tied up carefully into a bun, red lipstick painted her lips. Her well formed muscles from what he could tell were from days of practice, it all came together to form the woman in front of him. The red flecks in her hair shining under the bright lights, he watched from his seat, farthest from the stage, farthest from the lights. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the seat, his one soft spot, his one weakness. What used to be his. He smiled softly as the memories floated back, bringing his mind away from conjuring bloody madness and to a state of piece.

*Exactly One Year Ago*

He watched the door open, as soon as she laid eyes on him her lips split into a smile. "You remembered!" Angel smiled. "How could I not?" He returned the smile, a bouquet in hand. She moved out of the doorway and allowed him into her flat. "Jim your a doll!"  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss before embracing him. He returned the embrace, her brown eyes sparkled. "Happy Anniversary Love." He placed another kiss on her lips, handing her the flowers. The brunette turned on her heal and walked towards her kitchen, grabbing a tall glass and filling it with water and placing the glass on the table and the flowers inside.

"They're beautiful."  She fluffed them out before turning back towards him. "I thought you'd be busy with work." She brushed a brown lock away from her face, "Which I still don't know what exactly this new promotion has you doing." 

"Well it's got me busy. So, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get dinner?" He smoothly changed the subject. "I suppose. Let me change into something nicer then my sweatpants." She remarked, turning away and walking out of the room. He watched her carefully as she disappeared before puling out his phone. He quickly dialed the number, raising the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Are you sure everything's in place?" He watched the doorway, ready for her to enter at any moment.

"Yes I'm as sure as the last time you called me. You know you should help other people with this, your good at organizing and planning murder."

"I didn't do it for you, I did it for Angel." He said sharply. "Just get it done Moran."

"Alright calm down, Look I gotta go. Stop calling me." And with that, Sebastian hung up the phone. Jim muttered a variety of creative curses under his breath, "Who was that?" He turned to find her standing behind him, dressed in a turquoise dress and her brown hair brushed to the side.

"Work." He offered a charming smile and shoved his phone back into his pocket. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." She smiled, "now let's go."

The pair walked out of the flat, hand in hand.

She turned and locked her door. Jim felt the color drain from his face, looking wide eyed as a red dot appeared inbetween her shoulder blades. "Come on Moran." He whispered through gritted teeth

BANG

A gunshot rang out, a body dropping from the roof and landing right in front of the pair. A shriek escaped her lips, Jim, however, found himself calm down. She raced forward and kneeled down beside him, feeling the man's wrist for a pulse. His eyes were glazed over like freshly cut glass, crimson trailed from his chest. She looked down horrified, "He's d-dead." She reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. Jim kneeled down beside her, "Angel darling what are you doing?"

"I'm calling somebody!" Her fingers flew over the bright screen of her cellphone, Jim looked at the body. He knew he was responsible, he knew he should feel guilty. The truth was, he didn't. he scratched the back of his neck, the only thing bothering him was the fact that he couldn't tell her.

How do you tell your girlfriend that you helped plan a murder to kill the man who was planning on killing her?

He had to admit, he enjoyed planning the perfect way to rob this man of his life. He wasn't crazy, he just realized he had a blood lust he didn't realize was there before.

Okay, maybe he was crazy.

She was shaking, the color had drained from her face as she looked at the corpse. He reached forward and grabbed her arm gently, pulling her up after she hung up her phone. "The a-authoritys will be here soon." She trembled, Jim pulled her into his arms. 

"What monster would murder another human being?" She said softly.

Jim, for once, didn't answer.

***

The bright lights cut through the cold dark London night, they had an orange blanket wrapped around Angel. She looked flustered with all the officers surrounding her , Jim tapped his foot impatiently. Great way to spend their anniversary evening. On the outside he remained calm and collected, but on the inside a thousand thoughts swirled around in his mind. He had to tell her. But he couldn't, could he? He enjoyed it too much to not do something like this again. Soon the officers began to clear, Jim walked towards her. "Angel, can I talk to you for a moment?"

She nodded, pushing herself to her feet. He took her hand, guiding her away from the officers and commotion. "The body you saw...." He bit his lip. He had to tell her. He had to

"What about it?"Her eyes searched his. "Jim, honey what are you not telling me?"

"I was responsible for it." He forced the words out, a strange send of pride surged through him. He was able to take credit for a perfect murder. The only problem was a sloppy mistake, allowing the body to be discovered. 

"Jim what are you talking about?" Concerned was laced within her voice, she stepped towards him

"I helped kill the man." He reached for her hand, "I had to."

She pulled away from him, her eyes wide. "Stop. You're scaring me. You couldn't of...."

"I got into trouble with some guys and you were their target." He desperately tried to explain, but she wouldn't hear it. "Are you trying to tell me that you killed someone?!" 

"Not entirely. I didn't pull the trigger."

"How could you do something like that?!" Shock took over  her beautiful features. She turned away from him, "Angel he was going to kill you!" He protested, grabbing her wrist

She shook her head, "Get away from me!" She pulled her hand away, her eyes filled with surprise and fear. She saw the blood lust that had only begun to form in his eyes, the insanity that raged on within his mind. She saw a monster he had yet to become.

She walked away from him that day, but he never truly left her. He'd kept tabs on her, watching and protecting from any sort of harm.

At least until today.

He watched as the music soon came to a close, she twirled into her final position. People stood, applause rang through the theater. He brushed off his suit, after bows and more applauding, people began to exit. He instead walked towards the stage. She had already disappeared behind the curtain, his Angel. He walked up a set of side stairs and onto the stage. He looked around a now empty theater, he ducked under the thick red fabric. He carefully avoided security and anyone else who would prevent him from accomplishing the task at hand. He opened a door, leading into a room with her seated at the mirror. Her eyes widened when she saw him in the reflection, she opened her mouth but before any sound could escape he was soon behind her, a hand over her mouth. A pistol in hand, he looked at her. Fear crept into her eyes, "I'm sorry darling. But your my one and only weakness." He pressed the gun to her forehead, "I can't have any weaknesses." And with that, he pulled the trigger.

Sane is the insanity most people call normality Put forth by society. Jim had his own kind of bloody insanity, and he gave into it that very day.

There was no escaping it, Jim Moriaty was a monster.

He was a criminal,he was a murderer, a villain, but he also was a king.

And honey you should see him in a crown.

a/n

Alrighty so I wrote this at 2:00am and so I'm not really sure what this is. I don't really remember writing it entirely, I woke up with my face on the keyboard soooooooooooooooooooooo

Sorry for killing you Angel

FUNNY STORY TIME

So I was at my friends house and we were walking to go get icecream, we were on a sidewalk next a busy public road. We were being goofy and started singing the ballad of mona lisa. Then we held hands and marched down the sidewalk and a guy stuck his ugly face out his car window and yelled 'FAGGOTS" we of course bursted out into laughter.

ANOTHER STORY

HELP SOS SOS I have a journal that I write stuff from 'depressed writings' in, and I write out some of these imagines to be typed later.

MY CRUSH READ IT.

REPEAT MY CRUSH READ IT.

ONE OF THEM WAS ABOUT HIM.

Still being in middle school, we take a restroom/locker break. I went out and came back to find all of the boys back and my group of friends surrounding my crush. He had the journal open and was reading all of them.

HELP HELP HELP

ONE MORE THING IMPORTANT

IF YOU SENT ME INFO ABOUT U FOR ONE OF THE ONESHOTS, PLEASE COMMENT HERE CAUSE I NEED TO MAKE SURE I HAVE EVERYBODY. THANK YOU.

love y'all

bye bye for now