Hahaha, glad you're all liking that cliffie I left you with ;) Thank you all for the kind reviews, the follows, and the favs! I love getting those emails in my inbox ^_^
So there's only one chapter left after this :( I just never want to feel like I'm dragging the story on...
Anyway. Enjoy this chapter!
Mac grunted as the liquid entered his veins. It burned as it made its way through his body, but movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and suddenly the pain wasn't as important as the man coming at him, fists swinging. The blond dodged out of the way of the first attack. Thankfully, years of training and instinct kicked in, and he fought back.
However, he'd momentarily forgotten that he'd been injected with what was basically a temporary super soldier serum, so his defense was much stronger than he was expecting. A jab to one man's kidneys sent that man to the floor, gasping in pain while gripping at his side, his face pale. When Mac elbowed someone else in the nose, that man's face suddenly looked like a Picasso painting, minus the blood that began pouring out at a very fast rate.
No matter how many men Mac took down though, there seemed to be a steady stream of replacements, seemingly from nowhere. In his slightly buzzed thoughts, Mac couldn't help but wonder where the men were even coming from. He didn't remember there being that many men before.
When there was a lull in the swarm of men coming after him, Mac froze and looked around at all the damage he was causing. He wanted to stop, but a shout from his dad and Jack reminded him that he had more than just himself to protect. He started to turn, but the man behind him was large, and surprisingly quick for his size. Mac realized that it was the same mountain of a man who had attacked him back at the storage unit. Before Mac could fight back, the man wrapped his beefy arms around the ex-agent's torso and began squeezing, and for a minute, all Mac could do was sit there was struggle to breathe. Then with a surge of energy, the blond began pushing his own arms away from his body, and to both his and his attackers surprise, Small Mt. Everest's arms began to loosen their grip.
It wasn't enough to wriggle out completely, but Mac was able to take care of that by jerking his head back into the face of his captor. With a crack, that man's nose was broken as well, and he released the blond on instinct, reaching up to grab at his now-bleeding nose.
When he broke free of the man's grasp, Mac stumbled forward a few steps, but before he could turn around to fight anyone else who would come after him, there was a loud bang, and he stumbled forward. He felt a sharp, stinging pain on his shoulder and looked down. When he took in the leaking hole in his shoulder, his eyes widened; Walsh had shot him!
Walsh was staring at him when MacGyver looked up incredulously, but unfortunately, Walsh's men didn't stop their attacks after Mac was shot. If anything, they seemed to fight harder, so Mac ound himself once again fighting for his life. He thought the wound in his shoulder would be a bigger impediment, but just like he'd seen in the videos when he and James first discovered the drug being produced, the bullet wound barely seemed to slow him down.
He fought back until the last man was down, clutching at his sore rib cage. Mac was slightly surprised that Walsh hadn't put another bullet in him, but then he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, coming from the corner Jack and James were tied up in. The two of them were struggling, but Mac wasn't the only one who noticed it. Walsh had also noticed the two of them trying to get free, and and he was moving to stop them.
MacGyver immediately rushed over, trying to stop Walsh before he could do anything to harm to James and his own partner. Unfortunately, out of nowhere, the blond dropped to the floor, falling flat on his face. He tried to move, but all his movements were jerky and lethargic. He felt like all the strength had been leached from his body.
"Angus?"
"Mac! Mac, answer me!"
The frantic cries of his father and partner made Mac roll over onto his stomach and try to push himself onto all fours. Right, he thought to himself as he tried to get up. Heart attacks. Common side effect. He listened to his heart for a moment, and while it was beating faster than usual, it wasn't at a necessarily dangerous rate. Yet. Seemed like the Phenotryptiocol was working. He continued getting to his feet, swaying slightly as he straightened.
Walsh was suddenly at the blond's side, gripping his shoulders tightly. He ignored Mac's pained noise as his injured shoulder was squeezed.
"That was amazing. Well done, Angus," he said proudly, tightening his grip as Mac tried to wiggle out of his hold. The pain was overwhelming now that the serum was making its way out of his system, and Walsh squeezing him was not helping the pain go away. However, keeping MacGyver that close ended up being Walsh's downfall. The blond was able to reach into his pocket and pull out the syringe full of Phenotrypticol he'd stashed away, and he jabbed it into Walsh's arm, similar to what the man had done to him a few minutes earlier.
Walsh grunted and immediately released Mac. With his sudden but unexpected freedom, he staggered back, doing his best not to fall flat on his face again. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough to avoid Walsh's fist as the man growled and clocked MacGyver in the cheek, throwing the blond back to the floor and destroying all the work Mac had done in trying to stay upright.
Jack began swearing at Walsh, but thanks to the blood rushing through his ears, all he heard were muffled shouts, no word distinguishable from the next. He blinked, trying to get the stars out of his vision. He needed to make sure Walsh went down. The amount of the liquid he'd been given should be dropping the man in three … two …
Mac's vision cleared up enough for the blond to watch right as Walsh grunted and suddenly collapsed, his legs succumbing to the effects of the paralysis drug.
"What … was that?" he growled, glaring at Mac as he swiped his hand at the younger man, trying to attack him in any way he could. Mac was out of reach though, and Walsh was unable to move, so he resorted to cursing at the blond, who ignored him as he tiredly made his way to his feet, and slowly stumbled over and released Jack and his father.
"Jack, find a phone. Call Matty and tell her what happened," James ordered as he shook the straps off his arms.
"I know we were kidnapped right after I told you this, but I don't work for you anymore," Jack reminded Oversight.
James cocked an eyebrow at Jack. "Are you saying you don't want to get out of here?"
"No, I'm just saying, I'm not doing it because you told me to. I'm also going to do it after we get Mac to a hospital."
James looked over at his son, who had slumped against a wall, holding his injured arm loosely, his gaze distant. He was clearly tired and in pain, and James sighed.
"Get him to a hospital," James finally instructed.
"Isn't that … what I just said I was going to do?" Jack asked, disbelief dripping from every word. Suddenly he caught onto the fact that James hadn't included himself in the list of people going to the hospital. "What are you going to do?" Jack asked, narrowing his eyes.
James gestured to Walsh. "Gotta make sure he doesn't get away. Get Angus to a hospital. Call Phoenix, tell them where we're at, and have them come pick us up here."
"Can't go to … h'spital," Mac slurred, pushing himself off the wall and trying not to teeter as he stumbled down the hallway. "I need t' ... get rid of th'r notes … K-7."
Jack caught his friend's uninjured arm and held the blond back. Mac looked at Jack and tried pulling himself out of the grip. "Woah, buckaroo. You can't go down there. We gotta get you outta here."
"Can't leave," Mac insisted, pulling on his arm again. Doing so tugged on his injured shoulder though, and the blond had to squeeze his eyes shut as he fought off the nausea.
"I'll take care of it," James insisted, guiding Mac so he was back against the wall. All the color had drained out of the kid's face, and James knew that if he tried pushing much more, he'd pass out. James did his best to jostling his son's injured shoulder, but even so, Mac still jumped about a foot in the air when his father touched him.
"Hey," Jack said, holding his hands out to his partner. "C'mon bud, let's just get you outta here."
"Angus, I'll take care of the notes," Oversight assured his son. Mac looked at James with distrust in his eyes, but before he could argue further, his eyes rolled up into his head and his knees buckled. He would have hit the ground, but Jack was right there, and he stopped the blond's descent.
"Mac? Mac!" The Delta frantically felt Mac's pulse, terrified that the younger man was going into cardiac arrest. He'd seen the video of what had happened to the other test subjects.
James shouldered his way in and also felt Mac's pulse, though he felt the one on his son's wrist.
"Get him to the hospital," James ordered. "He's not having a heart attack, at least not yet, but he's going into shock. If the drug isn't flushed out of his system soon …" James trailed off, and Jack didn't need him to finish what he was going to say.
"Once again, not doing this cuz you told me to," Jack snipped as he began walking out the door. James rolled his eyes at Jack's statement, but he didn't say anything, instead crouching over Walsh and patting the man down, trying not to favor his injured hand. The pat down revealed a set of car keys in the man's pocket, which James grabbed and turned to place in Jack's hands. Walsh was spitting curses left and right, but he was ignored.
"Just go," James ordered. "I'll take care of everything here."
Jack didn't hesitate. He turned and strode out of the room with Mac in his arms as if his friend weighed nothing. James watched through one of the cracked windows as Jack gently placed Mac in the backseat of the car, then hopped into the driver's seat and took off. Once the car was out of sight, the head of the Phoenix turned and looked at Walsh with hatred before glancing down the hallway, where his son had been taken to complete the serum.
Mmkay, y'all know the drill by now. Thoughts? :D
