Disavowed but Not Forgotten (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 Fanfiction) ✓

Chapter 23

Author's Note: If you have any writing tips, please feel free to comment.

Again, I gratefully accept constructive criticism as a means to help me develop my skills as a writer.

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Chapter 23

Oh my God

Please help me, waist-deep in the river, can you hear my plea? 

He says, son, you come like a beggar in the streets

You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth

You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth...

Bartholomew, The Silent Comedy

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"What the hell are you doing here?!" gasped MacTavish.

"I thought I'd come and visit you."

Michael Vaughn walked out of the shadows wearing the usual smirk on his face. His hair wasn't bouncy anymore but stood flat on his head; he was wearing a torn t-shirt and jeans stained with something dark. However, his stare was still the same. That icy cold gaze that sends you chills down your spine.

MacTavish kept alert. He ignored the pain in his abdomen and tried to move, but it was impossible. He gritted his teeth and was furious with himself.

"Feeling helpless, Captain?" grinned Vaughn.

"How did you get out?"

"When you have friends in high places, everything is possible," Vaughn said as he paced around the room. "I have to say that Lisa has lost a bit of friends along my escape route."

He shrugged and grimaced mockingly. He laughed and turned his attention to him.

"She's here, isn't she? I glanced at her window," said Vaughn. "She was sleeping peacefully."

"Don't you bloody think in going near her you bastard!" growled MacTavish.

Vaughn chuckled. The idiot thinks he can protect her and he can barely move. He'll show him. Nobody can stop him.

"What are you going to do? Fight me? Oh right, you cannot even move," he mocked him.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Nobody fucks with me. Nobody!" hissed Vaughn. "Let me tell you my little plan Mac."

MacTavish's nostrils flared. He hated people who called him that; especially coming from this bloody sucker.

"I won't hurt you," he continued, "so don't worry about it. Quite the contrary, I want you to get healthy and get back on your feet to live a fulfilling life."

Where was he going with this?

"However, I can't say that I will be doing the same for Lisa," he grinned.

"No..."

"I hope you can live with that Mac. Enjoy your life."

Vaughn grabbed the Grach that was hidden under his t-shirt and slid back the slide. He smirked one last time at MacTavish and went out of the room.

MacTavish yelled and pressed the assistance button, hoping that a nurse will come in time. He pulled the bed covers back and rolled on his side and fell flat on the floor. He moaned in pain and cursed. He was not going to make it in time...