Felixan

James lay on the couch utterly and completely bored. He had been like this for an hour or so. It seemed the world had forgotten about the infamous James Moriarty or the innocent Richard Brook that the media seemed to like. The world had moved on to to better things like which celebrity was married or divorced or had children and what the latest trends were. Though this 'better' things infuriated the man. They were too boring, too ordinary for him to care about. Ordinary was a thing the man made sure he wasn't. His mind was too brilliant- too extraordinary for most people. He needed a distraction, something to stop his mind from spinning wild

Moriarty was by no means an honourable man, but even to his guards this plan was just too chilling and insane even for him. "Do you really think he will do that?" The guard who was about 6 foot spoke in a hoarse whisper as his eyes scanned around the room as if trying to pinpoint the escape routes. To be honest Moriarty frightened him. The way he could be as sweet as honey yet so vicious and vile the next, he was for- ever changing like a chameleon always able to deceive and adapt to the environment. "He will come in time, Lawrence and when that time will come I will drag the man kicking and screaming from his morals. Geniuses need an audie

Moriarty was by no means an honourable man, but even to his guards this plan was just too chilling and insane even for him. "Do you really think he will do that?" The guard who was about 6 foot spoke in a hoarse whisper as his eyes scanned around the room as if trying to pinpoint the escape routes. To be honest Moriarty frightened him. The way he could be as sweet as honey yet so vicious and vile the next, he was for- ever changing like a chameleon always able to deceive and adapt to the environment. "He will come in time, Lawrence and when that time will come I will drag the man kicking and screaming from his morals. Geniuses need an audie

Rip thy heart out from it's retched seams You seem of goodness, kindness and loyalty But it drips off of a jade knife Your hands are stained scarlet Not just any scarlet – my scarlet! You tell me I should be thankful- that it is discipline Thankful for what? The countless insults punches that I've endured for being a naughty child? So what are you waiting for? Rip this cold apathetic heart from it's seams maybe you'll find a tiny glimmer of hope amongst the cold uncaring hatred that resides in the cockles of my heart.