Elementary Fic: Cloudburst
Title: Cloudburst
Author: kitmerlot1213
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 920 words
Disclaimer: This story is for fun and no profit. No harm was intended to small children or adults, real or fictional :)
Summary: Jamie Moriarty, everyone's favorite crime boss, is fed up with stupid henchman--it doesn't end well
A/N: My contribution to the 2023 Spook Me ficathon --ENJOY!!
“You have no power here!”
She forced herself not to roll her eyes at the absurdity of their words. “Power is such a relative term.” Jamie fixed them with a hostile stare before she continued. “And I always have influence wherever I go. Care to test me?”
Jamie Moriarty was many things: criminal mastermind, cold-blooded murderer, and an expert art forger to name a few but she did draw the line at certain actions.
Jamie found it to be in her best interests to keep tabs on her worthiest of adversaries and Sherlock Holmes and his associates were at the top of that list.
She knew the exact day that Archie Winter and Arthur Watson were admitted to Copper Beeches Academy, one of the finest private schools in New York City.
If a parent didn’t apply for a place for their children within the first year of their birth, the chances of them getting in were slim to none.
So Kitty Winter and Joan Watson were both simultaneously surprised and thrilled that both their sons Archie and Arthur had secured spots there.
It turns out that neither Kitty nor Joan had ever actually applied for their child’s admission to the school--the acceptance letter simply referenced Violet Hunter, the school’s chancellor, owing a favor to Sherlock Holmes.
“But you said your life would be easier without the detectives’ interference, so we made sure they wouldn’t bother you anymore.”
It was true that Jamie had been bemoaning Sherlock and Joan’s disrupting yet another one of her schemes and she had cursed at their meddling, but if one of her carefully calculated plans fell apart, she never truly let her frustrations get the best of her.
She’d simply redirect the original plan into a more circuitous route.
“I never asked for, nor do I need, assistance in dealing with Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson. Mind who you’re speaking to.”
Her fellow criminals flinched at her hard bitten reply, the glass eyes of their ridiculous costumes failing to hide their surprise at her anger.
Moriarty was a ruthless crime boss but their actions shocked even her to the core.
Kitty and Joan, with a silently elated Sherlock at their side, smiled proudly, as Archie Winter, aged five year’s old, started kindergarten at the Copper Beeches.
And within a month, three of his classmates, Josie Evelyn Harper, Greyson Tate III and Hazel Baker, were all hospitalized with a myriad of symptoms.
All of the children in Archie’s grade had been complaining of headaches and stomach aches which led to vomiting but Josie, Greyson and Hazel were hardest hit.
Their hair started to fall out and by the end of the week, they were all in acute organ failure with little Greyson succumbing to his illness.
Luckily for the other two victims and the rest of the class, Joan figured out from their symptoms that the kids were victims of thallium poisoning and after the blood tests confirmed it, the children were quickly given activated charcoal.
Thinking that Moriarty would be impressed by their initiative, The Plague Doctors, a ludicrous name for a crime syndicate if she’d ever heard one, had targeted Sherlock and Joan.
Or rather their target had been Joan and Sherlock’s godson-in their minds, if they made Archie sick enough, the detectives would be too distracted taking care of the little boy to interfere with their criminal plans.
Moriarty didn’t know what was worse, that the Plague Doctors had little compunction with hurting children or that they were surprised at how horrified she was by their actions.
Working together, the three detectives quickly figured out that the Copper Beeches cafeteria had been infiltrated by the criminal organization. Their one and only goal appeared to be slowly poisoning the children.
All of the Halloween treats were tested and the graveyard cupcakes had been doused with enough thallium to make all of the children dangerously ill.
Captain Gregson took one look at Kitty’s ashen face and he pulled Joan and Sherlock to the side for a hurried consult. “Any ideas on who these Plague Doctor punks actually are?”
Sherlock and Joan exchanged a quick look before Joan spoke. “We have a couple of theories but I don’t think they’ll be much of a problem now.’
At Gregson’s confused expression, Sherlock briefly elaborated. “We have reason to believe Moriarty was working with the crew and even she has a code regarding children.”
Moriarty smiled grimly at the six people sitting in front of her, cowering behind the oversized beaks of their medieval masks.
“I thought I made myself clear that Sherlock Holmes and his associates were not to be touched, but apparently that needs to be reiterated.”
The criminal mastermind stood slowly and made a grand sweeping gesture, the windows in the dimly lit warehouse slamming ominously shut.
The six members of the Plague Doctors looked around in alarm, noticing that her minions guarding the exit doors were wearing gas masks.
Moriarty shook her head in mock sorrow, before she turned her icy gaze back to the idiots who dared defy her in the first place.
“Fun fact: inhaling hydrogen cyanide can lead to cardiac arrest, with death following in mere seconds later.”
She paused as she took out her phone, looking up briefly as she scrolled through her contacts. “This is where you should start to pray.”
Moriarty sent her text and as she walked out the door, the only sound she could hear was the telltale hiss of gas filling the room.
Author: kitmerlot1213
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 920 words
Disclaimer: This story is for fun and no profit. No harm was intended to small children or adults, real or fictional :)
Summary: Jamie Moriarty, everyone's favorite crime boss, is fed up with stupid henchman--it doesn't end well
A/N: My contribution to the 2023 Spook Me ficathon --ENJOY!!
“You have no power here!”
She forced herself not to roll her eyes at the absurdity of their words. “Power is such a relative term.” Jamie fixed them with a hostile stare before she continued. “And I always have influence wherever I go. Care to test me?”
Jamie Moriarty was many things: criminal mastermind, cold-blooded murderer, and an expert art forger to name a few but she did draw the line at certain actions.
Jamie found it to be in her best interests to keep tabs on her worthiest of adversaries and Sherlock Holmes and his associates were at the top of that list.
She knew the exact day that Archie Winter and Arthur Watson were admitted to Copper Beeches Academy, one of the finest private schools in New York City.
If a parent didn’t apply for a place for their children within the first year of their birth, the chances of them getting in were slim to none.
So Kitty Winter and Joan Watson were both simultaneously surprised and thrilled that both their sons Archie and Arthur had secured spots there.
It turns out that neither Kitty nor Joan had ever actually applied for their child’s admission to the school--the acceptance letter simply referenced Violet Hunter, the school’s chancellor, owing a favor to Sherlock Holmes.
“But you said your life would be easier without the detectives’ interference, so we made sure they wouldn’t bother you anymore.”
It was true that Jamie had been bemoaning Sherlock and Joan’s disrupting yet another one of her schemes and she had cursed at their meddling, but if one of her carefully calculated plans fell apart, she never truly let her frustrations get the best of her.
She’d simply redirect the original plan into a more circuitous route.
“I never asked for, nor do I need, assistance in dealing with Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson. Mind who you’re speaking to.”
Her fellow criminals flinched at her hard bitten reply, the glass eyes of their ridiculous costumes failing to hide their surprise at her anger.
Moriarty was a ruthless crime boss but their actions shocked even her to the core.
Kitty and Joan, with a silently elated Sherlock at their side, smiled proudly, as Archie Winter, aged five year’s old, started kindergarten at the Copper Beeches.
And within a month, three of his classmates, Josie Evelyn Harper, Greyson Tate III and Hazel Baker, were all hospitalized with a myriad of symptoms.
All of the children in Archie’s grade had been complaining of headaches and stomach aches which led to vomiting but Josie, Greyson and Hazel were hardest hit.
Their hair started to fall out and by the end of the week, they were all in acute organ failure with little Greyson succumbing to his illness.
Luckily for the other two victims and the rest of the class, Joan figured out from their symptoms that the kids were victims of thallium poisoning and after the blood tests confirmed it, the children were quickly given activated charcoal.
Thinking that Moriarty would be impressed by their initiative, The Plague Doctors, a ludicrous name for a crime syndicate if she’d ever heard one, had targeted Sherlock and Joan.
Or rather their target had been Joan and Sherlock’s godson-in their minds, if they made Archie sick enough, the detectives would be too distracted taking care of the little boy to interfere with their criminal plans.
Moriarty didn’t know what was worse, that the Plague Doctors had little compunction with hurting children or that they were surprised at how horrified she was by their actions.
Working together, the three detectives quickly figured out that the Copper Beeches cafeteria had been infiltrated by the criminal organization. Their one and only goal appeared to be slowly poisoning the children.
All of the Halloween treats were tested and the graveyard cupcakes had been doused with enough thallium to make all of the children dangerously ill.
Captain Gregson took one look at Kitty’s ashen face and he pulled Joan and Sherlock to the side for a hurried consult. “Any ideas on who these Plague Doctor punks actually are?”
Sherlock and Joan exchanged a quick look before Joan spoke. “We have a couple of theories but I don’t think they’ll be much of a problem now.’
At Gregson’s confused expression, Sherlock briefly elaborated. “We have reason to believe Moriarty was working with the crew and even she has a code regarding children.”
Moriarty smiled grimly at the six people sitting in front of her, cowering behind the oversized beaks of their medieval masks.
“I thought I made myself clear that Sherlock Holmes and his associates were not to be touched, but apparently that needs to be reiterated.”
The criminal mastermind stood slowly and made a grand sweeping gesture, the windows in the dimly lit warehouse slamming ominously shut.
The six members of the Plague Doctors looked around in alarm, noticing that her minions guarding the exit doors were wearing gas masks.
Moriarty shook her head in mock sorrow, before she turned her icy gaze back to the idiots who dared defy her in the first place.
“Fun fact: inhaling hydrogen cyanide can lead to cardiac arrest, with death following in mere seconds later.”
She paused as she took out her phone, looking up briefly as she scrolled through her contacts. “This is where you should start to pray.”
Moriarty sent her text and as she walked out the door, the only sound she could hear was the telltale hiss of gas filling the room.