Shadowing William. That's what Louis was doing. Keeping an unseen eye on his brother encase he got caught. Unfortunately, no one was there to watch him. He usually was good at noticing his surroundings, but the attacker was an expert at sneak attacks it seemed. Louis felt a sharp pain in his stomach and looked down realizing he had been stabbed, the assailant behind him. His one hand holding the blade still inside Louis' stomach. His other hand covering Louis' mouth so he could not scream and alert William.
Tears formed in Louis' eyes as he felt the blade deep in him, and his knees began to buckle. Unfortunately for the youngest Moriarty brother. He wasn't dead yet. The man grabbed him and quickly dragged him away careful to not be seen. Louis was still conscious and tried to fight back. But the man was too big. "Are you mad?! That's one of the Moriarty brothers. If his brothers find out,"-"They won't. Besides. He was trespassing. Shall I kill him now?" The man asked looking at one of the doctors Morris had working under him.
"No. Let's use him as a test subject for our new drug. See how long he can last on the operating table." A female voice spoke up. "Mistress Morris, you never participate in these," The doctor was surprised to see Liza there. Louis' head was spinning as he was getting weaker and still trying to fight back. Operate on him? Were they seriously going to use him for their research, and keep him alive during it? He began to panic slightly, biting the hand of one of the men strapping him to a table. "Bastard!" The man yelled hitting him across the face. "Drink this," Liza whispered softly holding a bottle of what almost looked like homemade wine up to Louis' mouth. He tried to resist and pull away. But she held his chin forcing his mouth open. As the cold sickeningly sweet liquid filled his mouth and began going down his throat his mind started to become fuzzy. He could no longer think straight, nor even feel much. It was like some odd dream, no nightmare.
The men began to remove his jacket, vest, and shirt. Louis watched as one of them picked up a scalpel and placed it to his stomach just above the stab wound. He could feel the cold blade slice into him. "Ngh!" He tried again to pull away, but the straps held him down. He could see blood pour out as they cut downwards. His eyes were wide, darting around the room. He was scared, and hoping William would come to save him. Liza gently turned his head away. "Try not to watch, that will only make it harder on you " She said forcing him to drink some more of the strange mixture. The pain was dull but still present, and he kept squirming best he could, as the men cut and pulled at his stomach area. Every now and then, the pain became too much, and he would start screaming. When that happened, Liza would force him to drink more of the drug. Louis' wrists became raw and cut open from pulling against the straps, as he struggled in vain. He could hear them talking, though couldn't make out what they were saying. It was pointless. Slowly he gave up fighting and just laid there silently crying.
As they continued their sadistic research, he saw one of them take a clean scalpel to his face. "Stop, please no more..." He whispered feeling a sharp pain in his cheek. Clenching his eyes in pain, he felt the warm wet blood pour onto his face. The man began to cut some more, in slow meticulous strokes as if he were an artist paining on a canvas. A mixture of pain, blood loss, and whatever drug Liza had been force feeding him caused Louis to finally lose consciousness.