Alternate Ending

I’d never known how it felt to be alone, to have no one beside me. I guess that’s one of the things you learn when you’re behind bars. I’d never had a criminal record, not until I decided to leave the United States and leave for England to start my new life. I’d never tasted the dark side until I crossed over into it. Many say that once you cross over, it’s almost futile to try and come back to the light. I proved them wrong, but I wish I had tried to convert sooner.

I couldn’t remember how long my sentence was. For all I knew, it could be for life. I’d spent a few months in prison so far, adjusting to it much better than expected. I was on my own, having to only worry about myself. I’d gotten into a few fights that were mostly initiated by my opponent. The first few times I’d backed off, but after one had called me a cowardly bitch, the switch flipped.

Apparently, it only took one real fight to put me in a cell by myself. Maybe it was because of my reputation that that was all it took for me to have my own room. It didn’t bother me that much, as I didn’t have to worry about being murdered in my sleep by my cellmate. I’d never trusted her from the moment I’d laid eyes on her.

Now here I was, back in my cell after a long, monotonous day. I did this to myself. I could complain all I wanted, it couldn’t change my sentence. It couldn’t change what I had done to end up in here. This was all my doing, and I was paying the price.

I was thankful for the cell to be blocked by a door that only had bars on the window. I preferred if the other women didn’t see me, not that I was afraid of them or anything. I didn’t want to have to get into any more fights. I’d already suffered a black eye and split lip, I didn’t want anything more to add to my body. One of the prisoners here discovered my semi-fresh scar in my abdomen, so that was now a favorite target.

My stomach roared at me, wishing for me to head back out towards the cafeteria. Unless I broke the door down, there was no chance of that. I couldn’t believe I’d been reduced to craving prison food. I guess you get used to it after spending a few months cut off from the world.

Everything I’d had, everything I could have had, it was all ripped from me. It was a huge mistake to leave Spencer and Dean for a man who promised he could give me anything. It was stupid to actually believe he’d live up to that. It was idiotic of me to think for one second that I could change and not receive consequences. I’d screwed up my life since the day I left New Jersey. 

If only my father hadn’t crossed Jim Moriarty. He was the reason Moriarty came looking for me in New Jersey. I could only put part of the blame on my father, as the other half was on me for being naïve and corrupted. I was stupid to think that Moriarty was someone I could trust.

There were no windows in my cell, so time of day had been lost on me for ages. I could only guess and hope I was right about the time. I wanted to be out, to stretch my legs, to at least be somewhere other than this claustrophobic area. I didn’t have the phobia, but I could eventually develop it if the limited space drove me insane.

I didn’t get one visitor since I was shipped off here. It was pretty lonely. Even my own sister didn’t visit me. She was understandable, as she had to head back to the States to resume her duty as a cop. I guess it was understandable for John Watson to not come either. He and I weren’t exactly friends—more like foes. Maybe not even that. Maybe we were frenemies. I bet he would have brought Elena over to see me if she’d begged enough. But maybe he was stubborn and wanted me out of his daughter’s life. I’d killed her mother after all—not that she knew that. Whether or not she’d ever know that, I wasn’t sure.

I would probably never know, because I would probably never leave this prison to find out.

A guard or two were on the night shift, taking their usual patrols down the halls, peeking in to see that we were okay and that none of us had committed suicide. The thought had never crossed my mind during my time here. Besides, I would have nothing to work with if I wanted to get away with it. Well, there’s always the chance to try and smother myself with a pillow.

No. I’m not going to be a coward. I’m going to stick it out, because I deserve every minute in here. He turned me into a monster. He should be in his own cell, rotting.

Just the thought of him angered me. I went to the nearest wall, throwing a good punch at it. I howled, clutching my slightly bleeding knuckles. Okay, it was hardly the smartest move I could make in a cell that had brick walls. There weren’t many good ways to release my anger in here. Sometimes I felt like a raging bull, ready to be unleashed once the door was opened. I sort of felt that way now.

Feet stopped just in front of my door. I snorted.

“If you’ve come to taunt me, go ahead and try. Don’t think you’re safe on the other side,” I growled. “I can still slip my hands through the bars and wring your neck.”

“That definitely wouldn’t get you out of here any sooner,” said the Irish accent.

My breathing hitched. Not again. I thought I’d been seeing things in the hospital, hearing them too. They can’t follow me in here; I’ll be put into an asylum for sure!

“This is all in my head. You’ve been dead for months. The media even announced that you were gone.”

“Oh, is that what you believe? It’s all in your head?” The Irish accent chuckled. “I’m glad you think so. Makes it all the more fun for me.”

“Go away.”

“Why? So I can leave you to sulk in here for the rest of the night? This is probably the highlight of your day right here.”

“You aren’t real, you aren’t here. Stop talking and go away.”

“Oh, I will. I just stopped by to do one thing.”

“What’s that?”

It happened so quickly. He unlocked my door, letting himself in. No wonder nobody arrested him; he was garbed in the guard attire. He shut the door behind him, trapping him in here with me. A big mistake.

But what happened next was something I couldn’t prepare for.

 Before I could register the real danger, the bullet pierced through me. The breath was knocked out of me; I supported myself against the wall. How the shot was so accurate stunned me. There was a silencer on the gun—how else would he get away with shooting one in a prison, on a prisoner?

Oh shit. This is real. This isn’t a dream. He’s not a vision. I can’t hallucinate this pain. But if this is real, how can he be here? I slumped against the wall, feeling blood gush out of the wound just under my heart. I was too in shock to let out a squeal of pain.

He knelt down in front of me, his trademark smirk thrown right at me. My face twisted into a snarl. I couldn’t get words to form; he put a finger to my lips. Tears sprung from my eyes.

“You brought it on yourself, Ms. Whitmore,” the voice crooned. “He did warn you, and you obviously didn’t believe him. The one time where you didn’t, you should have. Oh well. Don’t worry, you’ll be found, but it won’t be until morning, I’m afraid, when they let you prisoners out.” He tutted. “Such a shame. I would have let you suffer until you became an old prune, but I just couldn’t pass up this chance to meet you and kill you.”

My eyes widened as I realized who he was. He wasn’t an illusion; he was an exact copy of Jim Moriarty. This person terrified me, because it made me realize that one Moriarty wasn’t enough for this world.

There had been two of them. Now there was only one, and he came to finish what his brother couldn’t.

“You did this to yourself.” He grabbed my chin gently, forcing me to meet his brown abysses that he had for eyes. “Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?”

I tried to get out a retort, but I couldn’t get any words to come out.

“Such a shame,” he repeated sullenly. “If you hadn’t done what you had, we probably would have met one day and could have worked well together.” He stood up, brushing himself off. I keeled over on the side, feeling my life come out of me.

“H-help…” I croaked. “Some…body…”

He whistled a happy tune as he walked out, shutting the door behind him. 

**So, Logan didn't star in this one. This was my original ending that I had written, just starring the twin. No matter what ending you read, the outcome wasn't good for Raine. Still, it was fitting, I think.

Now it is officially the end. No more updates. No more story. I hope you enjoyed reading this chaotic journey, and please, do spread the word to others. They may just like this book too :)**