Chapter 1: Hank's Last Will and Testament

"I wonder what Deimos has been working on throughout these past two months?" Hank asked Sanford as they were just staring at the locked door Deimos closed two months ago. "I'm wondering if he's still alive because I don't remember seeing him bring any water."

"I saw him bring water and a lot of food," Sanford responded. "But I just wonder why did he lock himself up for just a project? I think we should burst through the door just to see if that stupid genius is still alive."

After he said that, Hank got his dragon sword and started cutting through the door. As they entered the room, they saw a lot of markings on the walls and floors and a strange machine with a kiosk in the center and it had a circle with even more strange markings carved on the floor.

"What is Deimos working on?" Hank asked his friend as they were interrupted by Deimos

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING IN HERE! I wanted to make a surprise for you and you guys ruined it!" Deimos yelled as he walked towards them.

"Sorry Deimos, but I believe that when you are in a room for sixty days we have to know if you are even alive," Hank answered in a sarcastic tone of voice, while Sanford was studying the markings. "Seriously Deimos, What are you working on for a surprise?"

"I am working on a teleporter that could help us out on our assassination contracts and we could go around the world and explore whatever we want."

"You're full of it Deimos you can't make a teleporter out of just markings and a kiosk, you need to stop trying to make your comics come to life."

"First of all, this was never in my comic books and second, you lack ambition my friend, all you do whenever we're not working on our contracts is sitting on your ass drinking and watching TV, this could help us out," Deimos argued while Sanford was reading the symbol on the floor of the kiosk. And so Hank and Deimos were arguing and Sanford was exploring the room for about four hours.

"Oi Deimos, what's the whole point of these strange symbols all over the place?" Sanford asked while he was drinking Dragon Whiskey.

"These symbols are supposed to pinpoint all the power and electricity into that kiosk and the kiosk's symbol is meant to control all that into a small space and it should teleport you into that end piece," Deimos answered as he pointed at a pad. "All we have to do is start plugging in the power and get Hank to teleport."

"Wait, I am not going to go into that kiosk to get shocked by millions of bolts of electricity for your amusement Deimos!" Hank yelled in protest.

"I agree with Hank, what makes you so sure this couldn't kill him, your entire project is a mess," Sanford told Deimos while Hank was heading to the door.

"Hey guys don't worry, this won't kill you Hank, you won't even feel any shocks," Deimos said in an attempt to reassure Hank. "Come on, you can trust me, right?" Deimos started getting nervous until Hank responded.

"Alright Deimos, I'll do it just please don't make this one of your failed inventions," Hank said grimly. "Just, be sure it won't blow up just like last year."

"Alright Hank, just stand in that kiosk and once your feet get warm, then you know that the machine is working," Deimos stated. "Here.. We... GO!"

And as of that, Sanford did as instructed: pressing buttons and pulling levers while Deimos was confirming coordinates on his computer. Then suddenly, a bright light was shown from the kiosk and soon Hank disappeared but was not on the pad, Deimos and Sanford were terrified to realize that Hank could be somewhere he didn't like and could come back to kill them.

"Deimos, WHERE'S HANK!?" Sanford asked in shock.

"I don't know Sanford but hang on, my computer should pinpoint Hank's location," Deimos responded. "And...We're screwed beyond belief," Deimos said in a fearful voice.

"Well, where's Hank?" Sanford asked.

"He is no longer in this world."

"How is that possible even possible?"

Hank woke up and realized that he was falling forty feet above the ground into a table at some restaurant. As he fell, he heard a lot of people wondering who he is and how did he just fall from the sky. Hank soon got up and saw two-hundred people staring at him.

"Umm, why're they staring at me," Hank wondered as he got up. "Where am I, who are these people...oh wait, I...seem to be in some part of Japan, there are Japanese writings everywhere while all the inhabitants appear European and they all speak English," Hank thought to himself. "I need to get to a library if I am to learn anything about this place."

Soon Hank went to a library but was restrained by the guard patrolling the door, "Only certified State Alchemists are allowed to use this library, now get lost."

"State Alchemists, where the hell am I? I seriously need to get to Deimos about this...shit! No cell service. Well, I guess I'm on my own," Hank pondered. After all his planning, he realized it was night time and Hank knew that he may as well rest so the time could go faster. He went to an alley and realized that there was someone else there who had an "X" shaped scar on his forehead. "Uh hey there, mind if I spend the night here?" Hank asked the mysterious man.

"Sure, I don't see any problem with that," the guy said.

"Thank you sir," Hank said.

Soon Hank went to sleep and had a weird dream: he was in paradise and he saw kids playing in fields then suddenly, a bunch of random people with blue overcoats destroying everything on site and killing all the children. One of them was wearing white gloves and every time he snapped his fingers, fire was formed. Another man, about 6'10, just punched the ground and caused an earthquake that destroyed the entire plain. To Hank's surprise, he saw the mysterious man on a different plain, holding a rifle fighting off the people. The entirety of his site was blank then he woke up and the man was staring at him.

"Um what's wrong?" Hank asked while slightly depressed from his dream.

"What happened to you," the man asked Hank in shock by seeing all the bandages Hank was wearing.

"Oh, just battle wounds, don't worry I'm okay. But, were you a victim of genocide?" Hank asked while the man was in even more shock and responded.

"Yes," the man said sorrowfully

"I still don't understand why the higher powers gave me this ability, there is no logical explanation of why they gave it to me." He thought to himself.

He left the alleyway and noticed a walking suit of armor and a little kid with long blonde hair. Hank noticed that the little kid was acting like he's the boss and he had a robotic arm. "Who are these people?"

As Hank was following them he noticed two other people following them, a tall woman and a short, fat, bald man. He started pursuing them until he was spotted by the blonde kid.

"Hey! Do you need anything assassin sir," the shorter one yelled.

"Nothing, just that you're being pursued by those two people right here," He responded as he pointed towards the tall woman and short man.

As soon as the kid noticed them, he clapped his hands and created a blade on the back of his hand and started charging but was restrained by Hank and was carried back to the suit of armor.

"Which one of you is the oldest?" He asked the kid and the suit of armor.

"I am Edward Elric the Fullmetal Alchemist and I'll make sure you won't do anything suspicious."

"Whatever you say kid." Hank responded as he put the kid down.