Hi friends! As promised I am back with new fic. Hope you guys like this first chapter. Sorry for mistakes.
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Mac shifted to his side and adjusted his blanket. He looked at the clock. It read 12:05 and the boy sighed wearily. He turned on the lights and rubbed his face with his shaky hands. It had been over a month now since Zoe Kimura's death and he was still grieving. No matter what his team said, Mac took the blame on himself. The guilt was so strong that sometimes he felt suffocated
Mac pulled the blanket off him and got up from the bed. He walked towards the mirror and took a look at himself. Wearing a long sleeve grey Tshirt and black pyjamas the young agent didn't miss the heavy bags under his eyes. He barely got any sleep after Zoe's death and no one knew about the nightmares that were taunting him every night. Sometimes Zoe would plead for help and in some dreams the girl would blame him for her death
Mac shook the images of nightmares that flashed infront of his eyes. He felt suffocated again finding it hard to breathe or concentrate on anything. He needed to get out of here. He needed fresh air.
Mac wore his jacket, not bothering to change into his jeans. He just wanted to take a walk to get things off his mind. Mac paddled down the stairs and frowned when he saw his roommate Bozer was still up and reading a book "Boze? Why aren't you sleeping?"
Bozer jumped from the couch, his hand going to his heart "Jesus! Mac you scared the hell out of me man"
Mac gave a sheepish smile "Sorry but what are you doing? It's past midnight"
Bozer raised his eyebrows "I could say the same to you. I'm reading this very interesting double murder mystery. I thought you were sleeping and why are you all dressed up? Are you going out?"
Mac shrugged "I can't sleep so gonna take a walk" Bozer got up from the couch and levelled with his friend "A walk? Like in the middle of the night? Are you crazy?" Mac rolled his eyes "I'm not crazy. I'll be back in half an hour"
"Mac it's dangerous to roam around after midnight"
"I'm not a kid Boze. I can take care of myself"
"Are you alright? Mac you know I'm here for you if you want to talk about anything"
"Boze I'm fine and no there is nothing to talk about"
"Do you want me to call Jack?"
"There is no need to call him. I'm not going on a war...it's a walk down the street"
"Then let me come with you"
"What? No! I don't need a bodyguard"
"As a friend"
"No!"
"Mac.."
"No Bozer. I said I'll be back in half an hour okay. Please I need some fresh air"
Bozer glared at his friend. He didn't know why but something felt odd. His sixth sense were screaming at him with the word 'Danger' being repeated over and over. But he also knew how stubborn Mac was so he had to let him go "Fine! Half hour and then I'm coming to get you back"
Mac shook his head and gave a small smile. He knew his friend cared about him but this was just a simple walk. What could go wrong. The boy waved at his friend and walked out of the house. He rubbed his temples and sighed. Mac pocketed his both hands and strolled on the empty roads of California
After fifteen minutes later suddenly Mac heard a scream that put a stop to his walk. He wondered if it were the teenagers that were having fun but then next scream gave chills to his thin body. Just to be sure Mac followed the source of the voice and faintly saw two figures running
Mac ducked behind a tree by some bushes and made a peephole so he could watch from behind. He saw a girl being chased by one man who had a long and shiny knife in his hand "Dammit!" Mac checked his pocket and cursed inwardly. He didn't have his cell. Time was running out as he saw the man held the knife high to strike at the girl. The agent took a decision and sprang out of his hiding area. He had the element of surprise to his advantage so the agent jumped on the man from behind trying to get the knife out of his hand. The man grunted and elbowed hard on Mac's stomach. The agent went down pulling the man along with him
Both Mac and the man fell on the ground. The man instantly drew the knife on the boy, slitting his arm. The boy gasped in pain and saw the man get up and run towards the girl. Mac couldn't let her get hurt. Not again. He had to save her. Before Mac could form his next move there was a startled cry from the girl and he saw her fall on the ground like a heap
"No!" yelled Mac and stumbled forward to stop the man but he was few seconds late as the man gave a vicious kick to his chest. Mac fell on the ground again with his head banging hard on the side pavement
An wild angry pain shot up through his skull and Mac saw stars. A warm liquid rolled down from his side temple. The boy heard quick retreating footsteps of the man. He tried to get up but the pain in his head was making it impossible for him to move. He was growing weak and his eyes were drooping close. The bleeding girl lying few feet away was the last thing Mac saw before loosing consciousness.
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