This story features a police officer abusing his power. Please note that I in no way believe that this reflects the actions of all or even a majority of police officers. Are there officers out there that are bad people and abuse their power? Yes. But there are bad people in every profession, and the rest of that profession shouldn't be judged by the actions of a few.
That said, please enjoy!
Warnings: Implied/referenced off-screen torture, bullying, violence. Nothing over a T and nothing sexual. Let me know if there's anything else you want me to tag.
Thanks to MissCrazyWriter321 over on AO3 for their help and feedback!
Mac sits quietly in the back of the patrol car, a little more uneasy than he'd care to admit at the moment. He and Jack had been sent in different squad cars, and being trapped alone with his middle-through-high-school bully is more than a little nerve-wracking. That, and the way Donnie had twisted his arm without remorse as Mac was being forced into the backseat of the car, was enough to put the young man on the edge of his seat.
It's started raining again, and the roads are slick. Donnie slows down, and, at first, Mac thinks that he was just being cautious. However, when the car comes to a complete stop, lights switching off and pulling over on the side of the road, he knows that something is wrong. The older man hopped out of the car, a tight, waterproof jacket pulled tightly around him, and yanked open Mac's door.
The younger man squints through the sudden onslaught of rain and wind said blurts, suddenly certain that what's about to happen won't be good for his health in the slightest, "Donnie-"
He's cut off as Donnie yanks him out into the rain, his firm grasp on Mac's arm- which is still handcuffed to the other behind him- the only thing keeping Mac from slipping on the wet pavement. Still keeping a firm grip on Mac, Donnie uses his other hand to grab a flashlight from his belt and begins pushing- shoving, more like- Mac forward.
The rain is coming down in torrents, with the only light the faint glow of Donnie's torch. It makes the scene that much more ominous, and Mac, in the part of his mind that's constantly in exasperation and full of how-is-this-my-life thoughts, wonders why the situations he gets himself in are always so dramatic.
Donnie pushes Mac forward, towards the forest. Suddenly wary- more than he already is, at least- Mac plants his feet in an attempt to stop moving, but starts to skid across the already slippery gravel. Donnie has little patience, and this aggravates him even more than Mac's presence. He shoves the younger man towards the ground, releasing his grip.
Mac hits the ground hard. He's left gasping, stunned, as his breath is knocked from him. He narrows his eyes against the cutting rain as he peers up at Donnie. "What're- what're you doing?" He wheezes, fighting for breath.
Donnie sneers down at him. "You think you and your friend can come here and embarrass me in front of the other officers like that?"
He reaches down and hauls Mac up by the collar of his jacket, having to tightly grip the material as it's soaked by the downpour. "I've got something to tell you, Angus. You don't get to come back here and act like you're better than us just because you went to some fancy college in California or wherever."
Mac stares at the older man, his mind whirling. Is Donnie really doing this?
He's pulled from his thoughts by a painful punch to his stomach. Donnie releases him, letting him drop to the muddy ground. Mac frantically tries to draw air into his lungs as Donnie leans over him. "And here I thought you remembered our little agreement in school- when I talk, you listen."
He kicks Mac, and the younger man curls up, trying desperately to shelter his ribs, which have started to throb painfully in a way that's only familiar to those that've cracked ribs before. His attempts to protect himself are hampered by his hands, though, which are still painfully restrained behind him.
Donnie keeps talking, punctuating his words with kicks. "We had this all worked out, and then, when you left, I thought I wouldn't have to see the town disappointment anymore. But no, here you are. You can't do anything right, can you?"
Mac stops focusing on his words after that. Everything becomes a haze of pain and darkness and cold. He's not sure how much time has passed, but it feels as though it's been an eternity. His instincts kick in. He's been on more than one mission where he's been captured and tortured for information, and this one is no different. He grits his teeth and forced out, through the pain, "Not gonna tell you anything."
The man above him pauses, a heavy silence building between the two before he hauls the younger man up and slams him against the side of something hard- something that feels strangely like the side of a car. "What did you say?"
Mac doggedly shakes his head. He doesn't know what this guy wants, but he isn't going to give it to him. There's a moment of silence, and then the younger man is slammed against the hard surface again. He gags as the pain hit him again. He's pretty sure he's got a concussion as well as cracked, if not broken, ribs and countless others bruises and scrapes. His hands, having been slammed between him and a hard surface more than once now, are also aching.
"I said, what did you say, Angus?"
Mac stiffens. They know his name. They have to have other information on him. He can't give in, but he has to know what else they might have to use against him. Who they might have to use against him. "Said 'm not gonna tell you anything."
The man scoffs. "Useless. You're just a disappointment, you know? Can't do anything right. That's why your dad left."
Mac's already pretty out of it, but those words cut through the haze of pain that's drowning him. He struggles against his captor's grip, snarling, "You don't know anything about that-"
A heavy fist collides with his face, snapping his head to the side and silencing him. "Oh yeah? Still sensitive about Daddy, huh, Angus? Still defensive about him just up and leaving you after Mommy died?"
The tone is mocking, cruel, and Mac can't take it. He struggles again, desperately trying to somehow land a blow on the man pinning him against the hard surface behind him. Despite his anger-fueled surge of strength, though, he's too weakened by pain to succeed, and all that he's been able to do is tire himself out more.
That isn't going to stop him, though, not by a long shot. He keeps fighting until another fist plants itself firmly in his stomach, and with that Mac feels one of his ribs come dangerously close to breaking. He tries to back away from the man in front of him, escape the only thing on his mind at this point, but his captor has a firm grip on the younger man and isn't anywhere near close to letting go. Dimly, through the rain that's still pouring down on them, Mac sees a fist come up, and braces for the impact. As he does so, it registers- just barely, but that just barely is enough- that a bright light has suddenly cuts through the dark.
Mac hears a familiar voice. Jack, he thinks, fighting through the haze. A warm pair of hands grab him, helping him to the ground, and shouting fills the air. He looks up at Jack, his friend's worried face filling his vision. "Didn't tell them anything, Jack."
Jack frowns, confused. Mac wonders if the older man had even understood him, considering the state Mac's in. He tries again. "Didn't tell them- didn't-"
Jack cuts him off as he began to struggle to force the sentence out. The older man's vision has cleared, and he looks very, very angry. "Okay, buddy. I got you. It's okay."
Mac nods, the motion barely there. Jack's here. He'll take care of the situation, just like always. Mac's eyes slip closed, and he- finally, blissfully- lets the darkness that's been resting at the edges of his vision take over.
Prompted by Ciel-Scamander. Hope I included enough Mac whump for both of us, dear :).