You Sadistic, Emotionless Bastard || Sam & Moriarty
āHumanity is overrated - that was hardly an insult.ā He growled back, glancing down at the wand with the same smirk. Cautious of Samās own wand, he kept his own wand tight in his grip, inching it Samās way - though did not plan on using it. āYouāve kissed her.ā He commented. āCute.ā He rolled his eyes. āI think youāll pay much more dearly. Every second you spend here, wasting my time, I will make you hurt more and more. I will utterly destroy you when the time comes. I will make your heart burn and your mind wish for any solace it can. I know you. I know how to break you - all I need is a reason. Take my time, and I shall take yours.ā He glared coldly at Sam. āI promise~.ā He grinned.
Sam laughed coldly. He felt a slight tingle of fear at Moriarty's words, but he didn't show it. "I don't think you'll get the chance." Releasing the boy's arm for a split second, Sam gestured down the hall to where the faint sound of students chattering on their way to eat could be heard. Grabbing Moriarty's wrist Sam pressed it against the wall again, holding it so the wand was facing downwards again. "As soon as everyone finds out that you killed Irene, you won't be able to take two steps before you are caught." Sam paused, letting his emotions flow again, now that he had Moriarty's wand pointed safely away from him. He clenched his jaw. "I will not let you walk free Moriarty. You will get the punishment you deserve. I'm sure there is a cell in Azkaban with your name on it." Increasing the pressure on his wand, Sam said, "That is my promise to you."








