November One-Shots

Broken Lenses

Prompt: "First Fight (No weapons)"

Fandom: The Punisher (Netflix TV Version)

Orginal Character: Olivia Mitchell is an investigative journalist working for The New York Bulletin.  An only child born to a war photographer and a Marine, Liv as she is known to her friends grew up wanting nothing more than to help people by writing about the seedy underbelly of New York's criminal underworld. Met frank Castle when she was asked to follow his trial. She also works closely with Matt and Foggy at their law firm investigating.

Word Count: 3073

Warnings: Torture/ Extreme Violence/ Threats

Synopsis: When Liv gets caught by a drug dealing gang member she's been investigating named Oliver Wright, he demands to know what she's found out about him by any means necessary. That is until a stranger she thought was dead hears her scream and fights his way back to her side. Literally.

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Broken Lenses

"I'm growing tired Miss. Mitchell," Oliver's silky voice purred as he took his glasses off and wiped them with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket.

The tall brute of a man that towered over Liv sent another fist into the side of her face making her yelp in pain. She spit up a mouth full of blood that joined the pool already surrounding the metal chair she was tied to. Some of it dripped down her chin, combining with the blood already dripping from her nose, as she brought her head back up straight. She squinted through her mostly swollen eyes at Oliver, who was sitting off to her left in a similar metal chair as the brute in front of her hit her again.

"You can...always take a...break if you...want..." she winced out between labored breaths.

Oliver just sighed and put his glasses back on his face. Standing up he buttoned his dark, tailored suit back up and walked closer to Liv. He grimaced at her blood covering the floor and her disheveled appearance.

"You can't last forever. I just need to know what you know," he shrugged. "It's really not that hard. So, let's try again."

He leaned down, wrapping his, soft fingers around Liv's very bruised wrists. Pushing just enough of his weight into them that she squirmed with discomfort. Clamping her jaw shut so she didn't make a sound, beside a sharp breath out her nose.

"Who tipped you off about the kids? And what does that pesky blind lawyer know about it?" He pushed down harder when she remained silent.

Sighing he pushed off her and took a step back. Motioning for the brute to hit her again. Liv braced for another punch to the jaw, only it never came. Instead, the brute's fist connected with her stomach. A painful gasp escaped her lips and her eyes shot open, while Oliver clicked his tongue against his teeth at her and started pacing the room.

"I don't understand why this is so hard," Oliver said with a sigh. As if Liv was a child, he'd grown tired with. "All I want to know is a name. Just one small, little name. Then you can walk out that door."

He stopped his pacing and looked at her over his glasses.

"Well...crawl out of here I guess," a snake smile slithering up his face as he continued his pacing.

The brute sent another punch at Liv's gut, she tightened her muscles as best she could, but the impact made her see stars. She hung her head breathing hard as a slow stream of spit filled blood dripped out of her mouth.

"They'll stop...you," she spluttered through the blood. "I have.... all the proof...I—I need," she choked out the last words as she looked up again meeting Oliver's watery green eyes with her own. "You. Have. Failed."