That's my first Story. I hope you like it. I wanted a fic only from Macs view so I wrote one.
I'd love to read comments and suggestions.
Please take into consideration that english is not my first language and if you find any mistakes please tell me I like to learn and grow from them.
Have fun.
A loud noise. A loud aching noise. A loud aching high frequency noise. The kind of noise that drills through your sculp, that pierces into your head, into your brain, into your mind. This kind of noise woke MacGyver.
Mac wanted to open his eyes and had to fight his eyelids which currently weighted a ton. He fought against the heaviness and fluttered his eyes open. As he was able to open his eyes he looked around the room he was in. The first thing he noticed was that the noise had no outer cause and was only in his head. The second thing he became aware of was that he was bound. He hung on the wall -his arms and legs tied with heavy metal chains. Next, he felt the pain in his wrists as they had to endure his weight.
Mac tried to think through the pain and remember how he got into this situation. His thinking got disturbed by the ringing in his ears. The sound flooded him with nausea and he had to fight the urge to close his eyes again as he was afraid if he closed them now he wouldn't be able to stay awake. The moment he thought he'd lost the battle and almost fell unconscious the urge to throw up hit him hard. Fully awake but with a clouded mind, because of the pain, the only thing he could come up with to fight the sickness was to hum- hum the only song he remembered his mum sang to him. This was the only song his brain had anchored so deep down he remembered it even though he was not able to think straight at the moment.
As he finished the song he realised the urge had faded and he had a clearer mind now. He opened his eyes again and studied the room he was in. He was completely alone, no Jack. At the moment he wasn't so sure if that's a good thing or not, as he felt his heart rate going up at the thought of being alone. But he decided it was a good thing 'cause Jack wouldn't have to be in pain and could come to his rescue. He looked at his chains and signed as he knew he wouldn't be able to open them with anything in this room. Because there was basically nothing in the room. Only a lightbulb hanging lonely from the ceiling and lightning the room weakly. No window, no table, no other person, no nothing. Only a heavy steel door.
He really tried to remember what happened, but his mind wasn't clear enough for that. The feeling of pain was the only thing in his head. There was no space in his brain to think about anything else. As he slowly counted to lower his heartbeat he fell asleep again.
This time it wasn't a shrill sound but a million- little needle prints that woke Mac. As it turns out the feeling he had weren`t needles it was ice-cold water, which was splattered on him. When he opened his eyes, he looked in the amused face of a pale woman.
"Finally, you're awake! You know I almost thought you were dead" she laughed with humour in her voice. Mac blinked with disbelief and focused on the woman. Next to her where two men, the one who splattered the water on him went outside and came back with a bucket with fresh water.
The woman stepped closer to Mac and felt his head with her hands. When she touched one point he almost threw up as the pain flooded him. She chuckled as she poked in the wound. "Hope, you don't have a haematoma, it would be a waste of that beautiful brain of yours."
As Mac was about to lose consciousness the woman removed her fingers and stared at Macs blood. Her smile was washed away and her face turned to stone as she turned around and smeared his blood in the shirt of the other man. "Have fun" she commanded.
"W.. Who" Mac almost choked on the few letters. "You will soon find out" was the short answer right before the metal door closed.