Chapter 2: Bark. Meow.
The room was badly lit and had a chill about it that would make any normal person's spine tingle. Good thing Jim Moriarty was far above normal. Mark O'Brian, however, was as average as they came and was currently tied up, lying flat on his back, blindfolded and was oozing spit and blood onto the grimey tile floors.
Jim circled the poor man as slow and as ominously as possible, making sure each click of his shoes to the floor was heard. His eyes watched the man closely, noticing each intake of painful breathing. Most likely due to the two broken ribs he gave him. He also heard each pathetic sob and plea under the mans breath and finally stopped at the small table that only made the room seem more vast and eerie then it was.
"P-Please….Please sir, i-it was a tough shot I'm…I'm sorry the gun went off early I-" 'Blah blah blah,whine whine, bitch bitch' was all Jim could hear. He rolled his neck and diverted his eyes to the desk, sick of seeing the pathetic twit wallowing for forgiveness that would never come. Instead, he started looking through some files for dear Mark's replacement, searching through criminals, gun enthusiast's, hunters and terrorist's alike to find his new pet. This was going to bore Jim to an early grave.
With a deep inhale and rough sounding exhale, Jim put a bit of excitement to his voice. If he wasn't going to have fun, he might as well make life miserbale for two. "Oh wow….Look at all these talented dogs waiting for an owner" his voice came out sweet but unnervingly so, and he noticed the other tremble. Boring. He grabbed the newest bundle of miscreants and began circling the other again, flicking through different people and throwing files at Mark whenever he tried to beg again or when he just found the person in the file especially disappointing. Jim always felt it best to keep his ex-pets under control, even when they're getting put down very soon. "Maybe they won't roll over when I say bark, right love?" Jim couldn't hold back a grunt of disapproval when the other whined. Really, just horrible to think this man was his most trusted goon for 5 years, an ex con who has 'only missed once'.
"Boss-Boss please! I could…I could try again, I could kill anyone you want even-Even a kid I don't care just please…PLEASE!" Mark was getting desperate now, which only meant Jim was getting angrier. Without warning, he gave a swift kick to the mans face and relished the sound of cracking bone. He needed to find a replacement fast, Jim couldn't handle having such a worm living for much longer. Flicking away from obvious crooks, Jim found it was time to be his version of desperate. It was time for him to go through the women's files. Walking back over to the table, he pulls out a seat and slumps down into. Jim hated the thought of working close to a woman day in and out. They were the most sentimental creatures on earth. True, there were some who were bearable but…
"Things are looking a little bright now, Mark…Not for you but for me of course. You'll be replaced before you know it!" Jim was lying through his teeth. He wasn't in denial, he just wanted to make the man bleeding and winging on the floor feel as bad as he did. He saw some promising girls, psychopath's, backstabbing housewives, power play prostitutes. Promising, all of them but they all missed that little something. That something being not complete pains in his ass. Not one seemed possibly or even slightly interesting. Not one had the skills he needed,Not a single- oh.
Jim tensed for a moment, staring at the new file opened infront of him. He moved his neck side to side,staring at the very pristine looking women in the photograph and the information beside her. Her blonde hair tied back neatly, pretty face and stern face would've pushed him away. But the look in her eyes told another story. That and she was colonel who was taken away from war for being a little 'rough' with some captives. He turned over the page to look through more details and found images of her with the captives. Well, maybe 'little rough' is stretching it. She butchered,mentally scarred and downright tortured these men. An unsettling smile grew on Jim's face and he leaned back,enjoying every bit of knowledge he got. "Well Mark, looks like I can't replace you so easily. There's just no man able to fill your shoes"
A strained sigh of relief was heard from Mark and Jim looked over at the crumpled form on the floor, smirking wider as he picked out the pocket knife he kept in his suit and took the image of the colonel with him too. "D-Does that mean I can work for you again, boss? Y-You'll let me go?" The blindfolded dope smiled crookedly, despite the pain it must've caused him, judging by the lost tooth and cheek swelling.
Jim chuckled brightly, pulling the man upright again on his chair and removed his blindfold. He wanted to see it for himself, the hope he gave the useless fool infront of him. He bent down infront of him to be at eye level, giving the other the sense that they were equals. Jim patted his shoulder, giving the kindest smile he could,nodding to the man.
"Oh honey….no. You're no use to me anymore you see, no man could fill your shoes but you see" Jim gives Mark a saddened pout, looking a bit sorry for him (but doesn't mean it) and then pulls out the image of the woman and shows it to him. "She's no man and has much better qualifications than you. Sorry" He watched,with sickening glee, as the mans face drops, the hope slowly draining his face, leaving only despair there as his eyes stay glued to the image.
Jim takes this chance to lean his armed hand forward and press the blade to the mans throat. With a sad smile and pitying look, he lets the man's torture end by quickly swiping the blade across his throat like swping a credit card and stands up, kicking the chair over so the man chokes and bleeds on the floor and not on Jim's shoes. "Now, back to more important matters." With a graceful turn, Jim walks back over to the table and places the picture back down. Staring appreciatively now at the information of the one person scattered across the tables surface, smiling brightly.
"Colonel Sabrina Moran, my little kitten….when will you start?"