She woke with a splitting pain on the side of her head. She winced and the pain and she lifted her head. She realised her hands were tied behind her and her feet tied to legs of a chair. She opened her eyes slightly, only to find it was too bright and closed them suddenly. A small groan escaped from her lips.

"Aaaah," she heard a Scottish voice say. His accent wasn't very strong but it still remained. "The baby Sherlock was awoken."

Baby Sherlock? She frowned and opened her eyes again, embracing the bright light.

"What? I'm clever and know Sherlock Holmes; that makes me a baby Sherlock?

Great..." she felt a hard slap on her face. The original pain on her head had worsened as she felt sticky blood fall down the side of her face from her temple.

"Oh very feisty!" he mocked her. He slowly circled her, like a lion stalking its prey.

"What do you want?" she asked while tugging on the handcuffs around her wrists.

These were good handcuffs...

"I want you to tell me where Sherlock Holmes is." he said as he leaned onto the arms of the chair, getting into her personal space. She looked back at him.

"Sherlock Holmes is dead." she said in what she hoped was a confident yet sad tone.

"You're LYING!" he shouted as he stood up and turned away from her. "I know you've seen him, Marie Jackson. I have... Contacts..." he turned towards her with a sly smile.

"Yes I saw him." she began. "I saw him fall from the roof of St. Barts, I saw his coffin, I saw his grave. He is dead."

He laughed at her. "You're very brave to lie to me Marie..." he said while cracking his knuckles. "And you have such a pretty little face..." he slapped her again. She could feel the pain throbbing through the side of her face but she didn't flinch. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"I can hurt you Marie." He said as he stood behind her. He bent down and whispered in her ear. "I can tear you apart, bit by bit..." he waited for a reaction. He frowned. She should have reacted by now. He put his hands on her shoulders. "You're 16 Marie, don't pretend to be grown up. You're a baby, a baby Sherlock." she stared into the darkness, ignoring his words.

He stood up behind her and took out a pair of scissors. he grabbed some of her hair. "I don't have to hurt you Marie..." he said as he began slicing through the brunette curls. "But I will humiliate you if you don't answer my questions..."

Snip, snip, snip.

She loved her hair, but Sherlock was more important. She carried on looking into the darkness.

"What questions?" she asked and the man stopped.

"Going to help me now?" he asked with a small smile on his face.

"What questions?" she repeated. What did he know about Sherlock? But more importantly, what didn't he know?

"Where is he?" he said while circling her chair again, looking at the scissors in his hand. She saw the faint outline of a gun in his top pocket.

"Six feet under." she replied, watching the light bounce off the blades in his hand.

He smirked. "Oh you're a funny one aren't you..." he said as he walked closer. He threw away the scissors and got out a knife instead. He sliced through her shirt, revealing her bare stomach underneath. He held the knife to her. "Where is Sherlock Holmes?" he repeated.

"I told you," she looked him in the eye. "he's dead."

He laughed and removed the knife. He made a small incision on her left forearm.

He waited for a response until he saw the scars in her wrist.

"Ah, self harm." he gutted at her. He placed the knife at her wrists. "Naughty," slice, "naughty," slice, "naughty!" slice.

She felt the blood drip from her wrist to the ground.

"Okay, new question..." he took a step back. "How did he survive?"

"He didn't." she said looking at the ground.

"Let me try this again..." he said and clasped one of her hands. He took hold of her first finger. "How," snap, he moved onto the next finger, "did," snap, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lower lip so she wouldn't cry out in pain, "he," snap, "survive?" snap. He threw her hand back down. A gasp left her mouth.

He smirked.

"Tell me Marie..."

She bit her tongue, trying not to cry. Her breathing was unsettled and inconsistent.

"He didn't..." she repeated.

He sighed and slapped her face. "I told you not to lie to me Marie..." he stood in front of her then leant in close to the girl. He placed his head by her ear and said "I'm going to take these off you now..." she heard the handcuffs click. He took his knife to her legs and sliced the rope in one clean cut. He turned around. "Stand." he said and she stood.

She clasped her hand in the other and inspected the damage. It hurt so much...

She felt something hit the back of her knees and she fell to the ground. "That's it, kneel to me..." he heard the voice mock her. He placed a hand on her head. He slid it down to cup her face. He bent down and looked the girl in the eye.

"Who are you?" she asked confidently. The last thing she was going to do was let this man intimidate her.

"Sebastian Moran," he said as he sniffed at her neck. He was starting to get really creepy... "but you can call me Seb..." he winked at her.

"Why do you think Sherlock's still alive?" she asked.

"Hey!" he said and clasped her hair in his hands, pulling on it. "I ask the questions here sunshine..." he pulled her close to him, their bodies touching. She tried to push him away but he remained. He was strong. He moved his hands towards her trousers and began undoing them, but she was fast and grabbed the gun in his top pocket. He held it to his head.

"Get up." she said and he did what she said with a serious face. The gun shook in her hands slightly. "Hands up."

He put up his hands and looked at her with a smile. "Oh Marie, Marie, Marie." he said. "We both know you're not going to pull that trigger..." he said and began walking towards her slowly. She lowered the gun to his feet and let out a warning shot before returning it to his head.

"Try me." she said as she repositioned herself.

He froze on the spot.

"Well..." he said and took out another gun from another pocket and held it up to her. "Looks like only one of us is going to get out of here alive..." she watched as he placed his finger on the trigger. "I really didn't want to have to do this..."

BANG!

She gasped.

Everything went black.

Cliffhanger! sorry i wont be able to update in a while! At least it leaves you time to think about what happens next! :) R&R!