Madness Trauditory
Chapter One: The Beginning Of The End
Disclaimer: Madness Combat is owned by Krinkels.
Somewhere in Nevada...
One year had passed since Madness Combat 10. Much had changed after that year...
Tricky and the Auditor had exploded...
Jebus was dead...
Deimos was dead...
Sanford was crippled and was now in need for a wheelchair...
But what happened to Hank?
Well, he's been gone missing since they killed the Auditor.
Sanford was now all alone. He could just imagine how life would be if at least Hank and Deimos was hanging around. Deimos's death was the one thing that hurt Sanford the most, since Deimos was like a little brother to him.
Hank's disappearance was also a mystery. He just said that he was going out for a bit of fresh air and never returned again...
How he missed them both so damn much...
Elsewhere in Nevada...
Hank had made many operations and was no longer in his monstrous form. But this was only temporary.
"Your monstrous form may be gone now, but not entirely. It can come back at unexpected times." the doctor explained.
"Sounds like the Hulk..." Hank silently replied.
"Well, if you minus the fact that you won't turn green and it isn't triggered by anger, then yes. As long as you take these pills however, you won't have to worry about it. But remember, you are still badly injured both physically and psychologically, so you should really stay here a bit longer." the doctor told him worriedly.
"Sorry doctor...But I don't need any special treatment." Hank said in that low tone of his.
"Your call. Still, keep in mind that you can dial me up on the number I inscribed on the jar of the pills if you ever change your mind Hank. You're an important patient of mine after all." The doctor instructed.
"Will do." Hank answered back; leaving the private hospital.
Meanwhile, on the roof of the hospital, a person was spying on Hank in the shadows.
"There. It's Hank alright." The man said through his mobile device.
"...I want you to...follow him...don't lose the sight of him...And if...you do you...will progress our whole operation...I am counting on you..." A second man said from the other end of the line. Their signal was bad, which was why he seemed so inaudible.
"As you wish..."
Hank was walking home. He was no longer living with Sanford, because...well, he just couldn't for some strange reason. It just didn't feel right.
So he had a private home.
For some reason, Hank felt like he was being followed. Yet ignoring his instincts, he continued walking.
"Target is found!" Hank's stalker informed through his cellphone.
"...Take care of him..."
Following his orders, the stalker pulled out a sword; ready to meet Hank J. Wimbelton.
Once more, Hank felt an awkward feeling, only this time, it was getting stronger. Just to be safe, the ex-combatant pulled out a sword of his own from a nearby locker.
This proved to be the right choice, for a few seconds later, someone was slicing at his door. Eventually, the intruder entered, making his uninvited presence known.
And there they were, eye-to-eye, facing each other in Hank's household. Hank assessed the man's appearance; red shades and ninja wraps that somewhat matched Hank's outfit.
So, either Hank was stuck with a delusional ninja, or an assassin.
"I wouldn't mind if you just had been knocking on the door." Hank joked.
"Well you know, I prefer to slice doors apart." The man said, full of excitement.
"Interesting...But what do you want?" Hank questioned.
"I need you to come with me Hank."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then I'll have to kill you!"
Hank grinned.
"That sounds like a challenge...I like challenges..." Hank stated with the confident expression still etched on his face.
"Just come with me and you won't get hurt. It'll make things easier for the both of us." Hank's stalker advised.
Hank laughed. "Hurt? Do you really think that I care about pain? You should be the one who's taking orders, rookie. "
The man clenched his fists around his sword even more tightly. "Well! You asked for it!"
Hank coolly brought himself into a fighting stance."Show me what you got."
The man ran in first; swinging his melee weapon with ferocity towards Hank's sides. Hank easily blocked it, but noticed that his opponent's power wasn't something to laugh about.
'Looks like I actually have to TRY and fight this guy...' Hank told himself.
As soon as he ended his train of thought, Hank saw a fist hurling towards his head. With a decisive parry, Hank went to the side, slashing his sword outwards and making a small incision into his follower.
The man scowled, but had some tricks of his own. He sent his sword at Hank once more alongside an unexpected push-kick to Hank's stomach.
Hank staggered back, holding his abdominal area. Even with his endurance training, this guy left a good bruise for him to think about.
"Smart little bastard..." Hank murmured.
The man put one hand on his ear teasingly. "What's that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of me beating the crap out of you."
Hank gritted his teeth. "Why you little..."
And that's how it was for the next half-hour or so. The two fighters had trashed the whole place by going room-to-room and using the environment around themselves for some kind of tactical advantage. Unfortunately for either of them, this proved to be useless and just made the mess inside the house bigger.
The man threw down his battered sword. Both of them were covered in bruises and cuts, yet it seemed as though the fight had ended in stalemate.
"If you only had listened and came along quietly, none of this would have happened!" Hank's opponent yelled with an accusing finger pointing at Hank.
"Are you kidding me? I haven't had this much fun for such a long time now!" Hank happily commented.
This just made the stalker even madder. "Enough!" he yelled out; firing a shiny-red object from his hand which disarmed Hank. Hank fell to the floor from the impact of losing his sword; shocked at what exactly just happened.
As the man walked closer to him, Hank suddenly noticed a USP nearby and snatched it into his possession.
Before the intruder was able to realize what exactly Hank was thinking, Hank fired twice at him; intentionally aiming for the non-vital spots on his enemy's body.
Now it was the stalker's turn to hit the floor. Surprisingly though, he was still alive yet stunned by pain.
Hank calmly walked over to him. "So, who are you exactly?"
The man replied with cold silence.
"...Well, it doesn't matter anyways...corpses can't do shit after all." Hank reasoned; aiming his firearm at the person's forehead.
"W-wait...Let me explain myself!" The person suddenly stuttered.
"Spill it!" Hank replied, getting more and more impatient.
"My name is Maximum...Maximum Ninja, and I was sent here by a guy who hired me."
"So...who exactly is this 'guy' that hired you?" Hank questioned, still having the pistol on Maximum Ninja's forehead.
Maximum Ninja dropped his cellphone on the ground for Hank to hear.
"...Maximum, is Hank taken cared of?...Maximum come in!...Bad transmission...?"
Hank picked up the cellphone.
"...And you are?" Hank asked.
"...Oh Hank...I can see that...Maximum convinced you..."
"Convinced me for what?"
"...Before I tell you that...Is Maximum...Alright...?"
"He is for now, unless you don't tell me why the hell you sent him here to trash my house!" Hank demanded.
"...I need to talk to you right away...It's important...Nevada's future...This world's future...Grave danger..."
"But why should I trust you? Your assassin was just trying to kill me a few minutes ago! Hank argued.
"...He did not try to kill you...He tried to convince you...But if you're not interested of what I have to say...Don't Follow Maximum...End transmission..."
Hank heard the man on the other end hang up. He helped Maximum Ninja up on his feet again.
"Are you alright?" Hank asked.
"Well, you did shoot me TWICE...But sure!" Maximum Ninja replied.
"So who is your client?"
"I cant tell you anything until we are there with my 'client'." Maximum Ninja answered.
"Well let's go then!" Hank ordered.
"Wait...Let us go in the night..." Maximum Ninja preferred.
"What? Why!?"
"We would be hidden from the sight of our spies and enemies!" Maximum Ninja reasoned.
"Spies and enemies...They're all dead you know..." Hank told him.
"Your old enemies yes...But new enemies have arrived to Nevada and they may even spying on us right now as we speak." Maximum Ninja responded, making the situation seem even worse that it actually was.
"Can you tell me what these enemies of yours want, or at least what your client wants to talk about?" Hank asked, dying for at least some answers.
"I can't tell you a thing till we are there!" Maximum Ninja repeated, a bit annoyed.
"That's great..." Hank muttered.
Nightfall came, and Hank and Maximum Ninja left soon after. For safe measures, the two of them brought some weapons to defend themselves with in case of any...undesirables.
Maximum Ninja turned to Hank. "Even now I cant promise if we can get there without being spotted...But it's still for the best."
"Right...So where does your client live?" Hank impatiently asked once more.
"Follow me and you'll have every answer you desire."
Hank and Maximum Ninja rushed through the night, passing every obstacle in their way...
Suddenly, Maximum Ninja stopped.
"Wait...That's an enemy truck!" Maximum Ninja whispered to Hank.
Two guards jumped out of the large vehicle.
"Any leads to that Maximum Ninja guy yet?" One of the guards asked the other.
"No but the boss want him dead!" The other one of the guards replied.
"Let's take them out and steal their ride." Hank said.
"Good idea...I'll take out one of them and you cover me." Maximum Ninja planned out.
"Go for it."
Maximum Ninja sneaked up behind one of the guards and cut off his throat. Hearing the commotion nearby him, the other guard aimed his firearm at Maximum Ninja.
"What do you think you're doing...Hey! You're Maximum Ninja!" The remaining guard yelled out in shock.
"That's the name...Don't wear it out." Maximum Ninja coldly answered.
"My boss will pay me good cash for your body, and I'll avenge my dead comrade!" the guard enthusiastically shouted with a grin of confidence.
The guard aimed the gun at Maximum Ninja and placed his finger on the trigger before Maximum could react. The next second, there was blood all over the ground.
But it wasn't Maximum's.
"What took you long?" Maximum Ninja asked Hank in annoyance, staring at the guard's corpse with a blown off head.
"I wanted to hear if he had anything interesting to say...But he didn't." Hank calmly responded.
The two entered the vehicle they rightfully stole from the two thugs. Hank took the wheel and Maximum Ninja took shotgun.
Suddenly, there was a loud thump on top of their heads.
Someone had landed on the roof.
Hank turned to Maximum for a quick instance. "Did you hear that?"
"Yeah. I'll take care if it." Maximum told Hank, cracking his knuckles.
Maximum Ninja climbed up on the roof of the truck. Sure enough, there were two men in ninja-like clothes standing opposite of Maximum with looks that could kill.
"You take care of the one driving the truck, and I'll take care of this one." The first ninja ordered the second.
"Roger that!" The second ninja replied.
As Maximum and the first ninja exchanged death-glares, the other ninja climbed down to the driver seat to dispatch Hank.
But he was gone.
"What the fuck!? Where did he go?" The ninja yelled out in shock.
Suddenly, Hank popped out into the assassin's field of view. He grabbed onto his enemy's neck.
"Surprise motherfucker." Hank whispered into the ninja's ear; following with a large snap by breaking his neck-bone.
Hank pushed the dead ninja off the truck and continued to drive.
Meanwhile Maximum Ninja fought on with the first ninja. It was a pretty close fight, but then, Maximum Ninja escaped back to the passenger seat.
"Coward! Get back out here and fight like a real man!" The ninja yelled confidently, laughing.
Maximum pointed to the direction in front of him. "Well then, let's see if you're man enough for the bridge then."
Confused, the ninja then turned around and saw that they were driving towards a very low bridge.
"Shit!" The ninja hollered, right before the bridge sliced him into two.
Dead silence followed shortly afterward. Normally, people would celebrate after fighting off a duo of trained assassins, but for some reason, Hank and Maximum Ninja just weren't in the mood.
Eventually, after driving for a long while, they had finally reached their destination at a nearby mansion.
Looks like Hank would finally get to meet Maximum Ninja's client.
"We're here!" Maximum Ninja shouted happily.
"Finally!" Hank responded; anticipation and impatience killing him.
Taking the lead, Maximum Ninja led Hank into the large house. Then, after a certain amount of mind-boggling twists and turns, Maximum finally stopped.
A figure walked up towards Hank. It was still a bit too dark to see clearly, but Hank knew that this was the man Maximum was leading him to all this time.
The man grinned.
"Welcome Hank! I have been expecting your arrival!"
Disclaimers:
Madness Combat: Krinkels.
Maximum Ninja: Sto0g3.
Beta-Reader: Spirit9871.
To Be Continued...