Mirror Image (Under MAJOR editing)

Chapter 11

Marley opened up her eyes and saw Moriarty standing over her. Fear swept over her but she didn't show it.

"What were you looking for?" Moriarty's voice never changed. It stayed impartial to what was going on around it.

"I- I wasn't looking..." Before she could finish, she was kicked again. She was then stepped on, over and over again. As Moriarty took his shoe off Marley, she swung at his other leg, catching it and throwing him off balance. Moriarty fell into the wall as Marley gathered all her strength and got up on her knees, crawling towards the door to gather momentum to stand up. Just as she gathered her two feet underneath her, she was kicked to the ground. Marley fell roughly to the ground. As she tried to get up, she felt a foot step on her. She was in the middle of the room. She looked down and saw a blood stain. She remembered it clearly, getting beat with the bat after crawling after Nan.

Marley was kicked over and over again, finally having her put her arms over her head, protecting her face and head and pulling her knees to her chest. Moriarty, Mr. Sharp, and Picasso kicked and stepped on her. When they finally stopped, Marley was laying limp on the ground, still awake, but without any energy left. She wished that she would just become unconciousness but that never happened. It would have been too easy.

"What do you think now?" Moriarty asked as Marley was sat up, her legs outstretched in front of her and having Picasso hold her torso up into the sitting position.

Marley's lips were chapped and her face was caked with blood. She slowly ran her tongue over her lips, having them start bleeding again. "At least I am getting beat up by men in suits. It is more proper." Marley breathed out.

"Stubborn. You know who you remind me of? Sherlock Holmes." Moriarty said, matter-of-factly.

"I hear that a lot." Marley whispered, the only thing she could actually do.

"Sherlock's downfall was his stubborness and selflessness. He could have asked for help but he didn't. Let me guess... you are doing this to protect your friend Anna."

"Nan." Picasso smacked her up side the head.

"You are doing this for Anna so she won't get hurt. Selflessness is a weakness... you should know that... Just tell me. Anna won't be hurt, you won't be hurt. You will go back to your normal boring life."

"I guess I am meeting my downfall then." Marley said stubbornly. Picasso instantly lifted her up and threw her against the wall. Marley cringed when she hit the wall, falling to the ground. Marley rested her hand on the wall and sowly raised herself up off the ground, leaning on the wall for support. Marley tried to take a deep breath but it hurt so much to breath in. She knew she had a few broken ribs.

"Picasso. Get ready." Marley slowly looked across the room to see Picasso pulling out his knives. Marley gripped onto the wall as Mr. Sharp and Oliver started pulling her over. She noticed that there was a metal chair facing Picasso and then another metal chair facing perpendicular to the first chair.

Marley dug her heals into the ground, trying to slow down the process. She did not want to get cut up. Getting beat up was bad, but this was so much worse. She was finally slammed into the chair, having rope tied around her ankles and the legs of the chair. It dug into her ankles as she tried to move. Then, her wrists were tied to the arms of the chair, but a little more loosly. Marley pressed herself against the back of the chair as Moriarty sat down next to her in the other chair.

"You may begin." Picasso smirked and pulled out one of his smaller daggers, tracing lines on Marley's arms. He rolled up her sleeves to her white cotten shirt and expossed her skin. Marley watched him quietly.

The room seemed still as no one said anything. Everyone was watching him do his work. The dagger barely cut through Marely's skin, just leaving a little line of blood. It stung a little but it didn't hurt. Marley looked towards Moriarty whose face as expressionless. She was going to say a smark alick comment when she felt the cold blade sink into her upper arm. Marley yelled in pain and looked down at her left upper arm, seeing the dagger handle deep in her arm. It went right through her shirt, having it soak up the blood. Marley clentched her teeth as Picasso pulled out another dagger and pressed into Marley's right forearm, causing deep cuts, always avoiding the viens. Marley's eyes started to water but she held it back. She looked at Moriarty who was staring at her. "You are a sick bastard. You know that?" She forced out through her clentched teeth.

Moriarty smiled. "I do know. But what can I say? I am bored and this brings me some sense of excitement. As you know, I haven't had true excitement for two years."

Marley felt the dagger get pulled out of her arm. Her whole arm was on fire. The pain was almost unbearable. It made her nausious. Picasso then pulled out a dainty little knife. "This one is the best for carving." Picasso said with a little admiration.

"You all are psycho. You are all going to Hell." Marley said as Picasso started carving into her arms.

"I've already been there. It isn't that bad." Moriarty said sarcasticly.

Marley gripped the chair as Picasso pulled away from her arms and went towards her face. "What should I start with? Hmm?" Picasso dragged the blade over Marley's cheek, down to her chin. Marley started breathing deeply. She hated knives. The blade got closer to her right eye when she pressed herself into the back of the chair. She was breathing fast now, trying not to cry. Picasso pressed the dagger into Marley's left cheek, barely breaking skin when Moriarty called him off.

"That is enough." Moriarty motioned to Oliver and Mr. Sharp to start untying her arms and legs from the chair. Marley started coughing, finally relaxing a little. She was freaking out. As she was untied, she slouched into the chair. Marley closed her eyes when she felt a burning sensation in her side. She cried out and held her side, feeling the warm blood leak onto her hands. She looked up and saw Picasso standing over her. He wiped off the dagger on her shirt and then packed it up. Mr. Sharp kicked Marley out of the chair as she landed on her stomach, not having any energy to try to stand up.

Moriarty knelt down and looked at her bloody battered face. "Count your blessings Marley. We've provided food, shelter, clothes, a bed to sleep in, and a job, and this is how you repay us? We are the good guys!"

Marley laughed, although painfully.. "The good guys? Have you forgotten that you kidnapped us? And for the fact that you have beaten us to a pulp. And that we are stuck in this building without an escape. We are like caged animals..."

"The reason you were punished is because you were breaking the rules..."

"The unwritten rules! There are no rules that were written. We just have to guess at how we are supposed to act..."

"And you guessed wrong. You are treading in dangerous territory, Marley that you will not survive and nor will your friend Anna. I will not spare her life. You will end up like Sherlock, an embarrassment. Learn from your mistakes and you'll be fine. If you don't, you'll be dead by the end of the year." Moriarty stood up and walked to the door. "If anyone asks, do not tell them about tonight." And with that Moriarty, Mr. Sharp, Picasso, and Oliver walked out of the room, leaving a broken Marley in the ground.

Marley rolled over to her side that wasn't cut and looked at the white wall, splattered with blood. Marley thought about what was going to happen to her and worse, what woud happen to Nan. What would Moriarty do to Nan? Marley started crying. She hadn't cried since she was five. She didn't even cry when she saw her parents dead. She just pushed the emotions away but this was too much. "What is happening to me?" Marley whispered to herself. Marley wiped her bloody face and crawled over to the wall, slowly and painfully lifting herself to her feet. She made her way to her coat, blazer and scarf and put them on. She couldn't show anyone what happened. Marley made her way to the heavy metal door and pushed it open slowly. Her side exploded with pain. It almost made Marley nausious and pass out but she couldn't right now. Marley couldn't even comprehend what had happened to her. She tried to assess the damage but she couldn't. She barely had enough energy to walk back to her room.

Marley slowly made her way to her room, leaning against the wall. She could barely see out of her swollen eyes. The blood had crusted onto her face and made it hard to move. Marley walked to a bathroom and looked into the mirror, taken back by how badly cut up her face was. She took a paper towel and wiped the blood off of her face. Then she made her way to the medical wing. She needed to talk to someone.