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Something of a fill

[tacotheshark]

"Sherlock, run!" John shouts, as he lunges forward and latches himself onto Moriarty's neck, though only to be met with a maniacal chuckle that he feels all the way down to the very center of his brain through his eardrums and shooting through his veins from where he feels Moriarty's neck shift against his arms.

"O- ho! Good!" Moriarty's voice sends another live wire through John's veins, with sparks at every opportunity as well as chills running up his spine. "Very good!" Moriarty laughs all the way, and it's nothing short of nightmarish.

"Your sniper," John hisses, his voice a whisper and nearly a snarl as he squeezes Moriarty's neck just a bit harder, presses just a bit further, "pulls that trigger, Mr. Moriarty, then we both go up."

"Isn't he sweet, I can see why you like having him around, but then..." Moriarty speaks to Sherlock, now, ever so casually, which makes it ever so much more formidable. "People do get so sentimental about their pets." He cracks his neck obscenely, twisting his head every which way, with obscenely wide, wild eyes.

John's arm tightens around Moriarty's neck and Sherlock's finger stiffens as it presses against the trigger of the gun he has trained on the clever, consulting criminal. Still, he carries on talking.

"And, adorable, oh, isn't he?" Moriarty releases another hearty chuckle- not solely high or low pitched but sliding between the two. "Like... hmm, like a kitten. Sherlock, you've got yourself a nice little pet kitten. Oh, how lovely!"

John thinks, then, that he may be overreacting and it may not truly matter in the slightest, but it's just a bit objectifying, to him, at least, just a small bit. He will not have himself thought of as an animal- a kitten, no less! With blazing eyes he tries to communicate this silently to Sherlock, who then lets out a small breath through parted lips and shifts his eyes from John to Moriarty and holds the glare.

"Oh, you are, don't be like that, Johnny boy. So cute I could just..." There's somewhat of a twinkle in Moriarty's eyes; he looks positively gleeful, and it's simply not fair. On his lips sits the most smug smirk John has ever seen, and he speaks his next words with more joy than ever should a criminal have. "...eat you up."

Suddenly, Moriarty's face explodes into something horrid with a high-pitched shriek, and before John sees or is even sure of what is happening, he's flinging himself back and away with his arms flailing and his feet struggling for purchase on the concrete floor, because, oh god, what is that thing?

Moriarty's mouth has stretched to encompass half his head, with teeth like daggers and a forked tongue waving around this way and that. As John stares, gaping, between this display and Sherlock, Sherlock looks the epitome of someone horrified. Panicking, he shoots, but the bullet does nothing at all as it lodges itself in Moriarty's chest.

Music rings out through the pool, echoing and absolutely obscene, considering the situation. And, just as he'd changed into whatever the hell he even is, he morphs in an instant back into the small, creepy man that John had certainly not, in the five or so minutes they'd known each other, imagined to ever be content with.

He fishes his mobile from his suit pocket and brings it swiftly to his ear. The music quickly is replaced by the sound of his voice, still terrifyingly casual. "...Well, right then... Ah, terrific idea, absolutely terrific... Lovely speaking to you, boss."

"Well, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson. Looks like it's not quite your time to die. Oh, but how delicious you both will be, someday." He's hung up the phone, and now gives Sherlock and John an amused look before turning on his heels. He takes the few steps needed to reach the side of the pool, turns his back on it, crosses one leg over the other, and gives an exaggerated salute and he falls backward into the water, dissolving into black waves that spread throughout the pool before they dissolve. He's gone.

Sherlock and John can do nothing but gape at each other, still panicking, as they numbly remove the bombs from John's coat.

Re: Something of a fill

[tacotheshark]

OKAY

WELL

I DIDN'T NEED TO SLEEP TONIGHT ANYWAY

(Wonderfully creepy fill - and the icon is a nice touch. =D)

OP Re: Something of a fill

[tacotheshark]

LJ DID NOT TELL ME OF THIS, AND I SHALL BEAT IT VIOLENTLY BECAUSE
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

*kermit arms*

OMG PERFECT BLEND OF THE SPN UNIVERSE! OMFG!!! EXCELLENTLY CREEPY, LOVE THE END, UTTERLY PERFECT IN EVERY WAY!!!

YOU WIN ALL THE COOKIES EVER!!

Re: Something of a fill

[firestorm172001]

They're going to need a lot of borax.