Hola!
Big thank you for your activity and advices. It's really helpful. I hope I won't disappoint you, guys.
So okey, let's be it: just Danny and Steve.
I guess I don't have any question now. I will just say stay tuned for what's coming next! Have a beutiful day!
Here we go with quick Danny chapter!
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Chapter 3.:
Danny
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Somehow the lull nothingness became painful. No, painful wasn't the right word. Uncomfortable, more and more. His shoulders, back and wrists were sore from spending hours in the same position. Mild groan acompanied his attempts to take control of his body. Checking his limits he realised his hands are cuffed, his feet are bare and he would gladly rather stayed down and went back to sleep. But his gut told him not to. Four concrete walls enclosing him slowly were the source of that bad feeling. Damn this place was perfect example of his worst nightmares. His heart forced him to start his defensive ritual - deep breathing is most important, head down focused on the floor than up on the ceiling checking the distance, making sure it's still the same. His cuffed hands also drove him crazy. Ohhh that's not good... actually it's terrible. What is going on. Why is he locked up in here? They were on their way to HQ and than nothing. Just cut and no memory. That means Steve could be in trouble too. Maybe behind one of these walls and maybe same confused as him. At least he hoped, hoped that worse scenario isn't happening right now. Hoped that this isn't about Steve as usual and hoped that maybe he is safe home. These toughts helped him to keep his attention from his claustrophobia. He imagined what would Steve do if he found himslef in this situation. His Seal principles he applied not only to everyday life, but most impoimportantly kept saying them to Danny over and over again. Steve knew that one day Danny could use them even tho he was fighting his best against every information that came to his left ear from Steve behin the driving wheel, to fly away from his right one avoiding headache. Because Steve usually gave his lessons while driving and it usually led to another argument. Danny knew Steve was right. He just couldn't help himslef. And here he is. So... what would Steve do? 1.) Injuries. Any? Looks good. 2.) Cuffs. Can you get rid of them? Probbably not. 3.) Escape. There has to be door or window or something. Gap that draw silhouette of doors, but no way how to open them from inside. Nothing else. 4.) Tools. Is there something you could use? Lone lightbulb and concrete walls. Well, not much. He could smack that lightbulb to his abductor's head, but it wouldn't be wise considering it's not much of a deadly weapon and he would stay in darkness. And he chuckled as he imagined Steve looking at him with his judgy face saying: 'Really, Danniel? Is it funny to you? There is nothing funny about that mess you are in!'
"Yeah really.. and I'm 100% positive it's your fault so just shut up, would you?" He was talking to his own head now. Great. Back to order. What's the number 5.? No number five. Nothing came to his mind, nothing to be done anymore. So what he should do now? He needs to get busy with something or these walls would eat him alive. But suddenly he heard week voice. He walked to wall from behind it was coming and pressed his ear on it. It sounds like a... it's...
"Hey! Is anybody out there?... Can you hear me?.. HEY! Let me out of h--" It was too weak he almost couldn't understand the words, but he almost immediatelly knew who's voice it is.
"Steve!" But Steve's last word was covered by loud and croaky sound. There is no chance he could hear Danny calling his name. It lasted and it made Danny shiver how painful it has to be.
"Steve! Steve!" From other side just kept coming those creeping waves of noise. "Stop it!" He should have stayed quiet. Now he was himself drowning in that madness. His ears felt like bleeding and his body was paralysed. 'You can hold yourself together. You can. It's just question of your mindset. It's just decision of yours.' His aching head managed to bring another Steve's advice and make him overshout the heat penetrating his ears. And now he had no choice just to listen to him and withstand it. And when the spasm was finally gone, he was too tired and maybe too afraid to move. Squeezing himself to smallest form in the corner he leaned his head to wall behind which was Steve. But he couldn't make a voice, couldn't let any words out of his mouth.
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TBC