Secrets: Chapter 1
Summary: One day, Danny Messer is kidnapped by a psychopath with a purpose, reveal Danny’s secrets, some that he doesn’t even know he has, and get revenge on Mac Taylor. Danny is fifteen years old, disguised as an adult. He is the son of Mac Taylor and Peyton Driscoll, although neither of the three: Mac, Peyton, and Danny, know of it.
There will be a lot of Don Flack, cuz I love him! Anyway, I hope you like it, Love, Brownie!
Secrets
Chapter 1: Captured
“Secrets are made to be found out with time.” Charles Sanford
Danny eyebrows knitted together with effort as he tried to open his eyes while simultaneously doing his best to ignore the little Gimli’s pounding on his head, ‘Yeah, I watch Lord of The Rings, so sue me.’ A moment later his eyebrows parted and blinked open to reveal ocean-blue eyes surrounded by a tiny, but noticeable layer of black.
With tremendous effort, he then pushed himself up from his supine position on the cold, cement floor so that his back rested against an identical, cold wall, and then felt the back of his head for a knot, ‘Dang it, I have a concussion.’ After ruling it a minor concussion, he studied his surroundings.
He was in a room - maybe a basement - with dusty, gray walls and similar, uncarpeted floor. The place was very roomy with a single twin bed covered with Spiderman sheets and comforter, ‘Seriously?’ , a medium-sized desk in the corner with a microwave, a sketchpad, pencils, coloring utensils and a pencil sharpener on it, the last of which led Danny to think, ‘That could come in handy.’ There was also a small bedside table next to the bed with various books on it, his favorites: ranging from Fantastic Four comics to The Great Gatsby.
Last, but not least, there was a mini refrigerator on the other side of the bed, which he opened, after he got up, to reveal the constituents of his regular meals. These included desert: Hershey’s pie and Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food ice-cream; the actual food: Chicken Salad sandwiches, Chinese takeout cartons filled with Kung Pao Chicken, Shrimp Lo Mein, etc, IHOP pancakes and French toast, and an extra large, cheese, pepperoni, and extra sausage pizza from Pizza Hut; and the last, drinks: three Arby’s chocolate malt swirl-shakes, a whole bunch of Dasani water bottles, and all types of juice.
After seeing the food, he figured that “The Basement,” as he was now calling it must be near or in an area with a Chinese takeout place, an IHOP, a Pizza Hut, and an Arby’s. ‘That should make it easier for Mac to find me when after I get to talk to him.’ And he was sure the he would get to talk to someone, he hoped Mac, because, based on the contents on this room, this person had been following him for a while.
It was when he turned back around and finally saw the wall he’d been leaning against that he realized that he’d missed the most important thing: a door, presumably the only way out of the room because there were no windows, which he wouldn’t have noticed because it blended in perfectly with the rest of the room if it wasn’t for the knob and the giant TV that was built into it. He also noticed that there were no wires on his side of the door, ‘Probably going outwards,’ and that there was no power button on the TV, leading his to think that the person who was holding him here wanted to talk to him. Then he looked at his watch which read 11 a.m. and, with nothing better to do, jumped on the bed and fell asleep the second his head touched the pillow, his last thought being, ‘Mac’s gonna be pissed I’m not at work.’
He probably wouldn’t have been sleeping as peacefully as he was if he knew that he was being observed by many people.
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About an hour and thirty minutes ago: Stella’s pov
Mac Taylor was pissed and everyone was trying to stay out of the path of Hurricane Taylor, having heard of the way he’d went off on Adam because he hadn’t been wearing a lab coat. It had left the poor guy a stuttering mess and had been utterly unfair because he’d just gotten in, but no one dared to point that out in fear of aggravating him even more.
Everyone knew the reason Mac was on his way to wearing a hole in his office floor and liable to kill anyone who crossed him: Danny Messer was thirty minutes late, but what they didn’t know was that Mac was worried because as much as Danny acted like an irresponsible kid, he took his job very seriously and hadn’t been more than five minutes late since he’d started working. That and the fact that Mac cared for Danny like a father would for his son.
Stella suspected the day had gone from bad to awful when the mail came in and Mac received a package that drained the blood out of his face. Her suspicions were confirmed when Mac, as he headed toward the lab carrying the box, ordered, “Get everyone to the lab. Danny’s in trouble. The latter was all Stella needed to hear to race out of the hallway as fast as she could to get everyone, not caring about how everyone stared at her.