Title: Dearest Danny
Summary: An A-Z of Danny whumping. Non-slash
A/N: Rest assured, this is not meant to copy the a-z of Jamie whump already on site. This one-shot to two-shot series is going to be about Danny, not Jamie. I was rather disappointed at the small amount of Danny whump fics. So I decided to try and write some of my own. My apologies if the beginning chapters feel like they have no plot. I did my best.
Dearest Danny: Part One
A: Assault
It happened so fast that Danny had time only to blink in surprise. The grocery bag in his left hand tore as he was yanked roughly. He winced when he heard glass shattering against the sidewalk as he was pulled into a nearby alleyway. Luis wasn't going to be too pleased. Before Danny could struggle, he was punched, once, twice, then three times in the stomach. Wheezing, he doubles over from the pain. Eyes watering, Danny is barely able to make the three figures standing before him. His relief is short lived, however, when hands pull him up and slam him against a wall. Hot, smelly breath suddenly engulfs his face.
"Who are you?" Danny can hardly speak, still wheezing painfully against the pain in his stomach and back.
Someone chuckles quietly, the figure leans closer, "You can call me Tom, and I just want one thing from you, Danny Reagan."
Danny swallows heavily, "What?" he croaks out.
"Your life."
With that, Danny is abruptly pulled from the wall and thrown against the ground. Danny grunts as he lands painfully. Flailing, panic rising in his throat, Danny swipes around him frantically, managing to scratch a face. Someone curse above him and his hand is roughly pulled. A foot crashed down on his wrist, the crack echoingly loudly in the alley. Danny cries out. He hears Tom laugh and another boot stomps his chest. Then, all hell breaks loose. Punches and kick rain down and Danny doesn't know how long it lasts. Someone kicks at his left leg until it breaks, Danny screams.
Time lose all meaning until his vision finally starts to fade. The assault suddenly stops. Tommy crouches down, whispering, "Tell your daddy he should've never messed with Tommy Linn." He snickers cruelly, "if you live, that is."
They leave and Danny is left, beaten and bloody, sprawled in a heap in a dirty alley. His heavy, swollen eyes close and everything fades completely.
To be continued in Part Two: Broken Bone
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