Chapter 7: A Rape Sealing Fate


Hank stared at the ceiling of his room again. It was one of those sleepless nights. Thoughts ran around in his head. Pain, the Clown, Jebus, the Auditor, A.T.P. agents, 1337 agents, grunts, more pain...pretty much stuff that he dealt with long ago.

He sat upright and sighed. Deimos and Sanford were asleep though. They had much less energy than him, so it explains why they were asleep sooner than he was. Hank thought about what the Chief had told him and the other two.


(Flashback)

"We're going to buy some equipment that can be of use to all three of you." Harley said.

"What do you mean?" Sanford asked.

"Well, for starters, you guys can't just go shooting people and hope you get lucky by not killing anyone. We're giving you some armor and weapons you should have to ensure success on each raid." Harley explained.

"Like?" Deimos asked with an eyebrow up in suspicion.

"Like night-vision goggles, gas masks, and some darts filled with a chemical to knock-out everyone you hit them with. Much like the ones they use to restrain animals."

Hank nodded. "That could work out nicely."

The Chief looked at him. "Remember, I'm only giving this stuff to you three because I trust you all to get the job done. Don't disappoint me, you got that?"

"No need to worry. We'll finish 'em all off." Hank reassured.

The Chief put out his hand, and Hank shook it. It was a deal.


That was about 2 weeks ago. The Chief ordered them to not raid any gang hideouts until their new equipment had arrived. Deimos had paid the promised 5k to Augustus afterwards and Hank, Sanford, and Deimos had been featured in a newspaper article titled: "Former Heroes Take Down Entire Gang". Of course, the article had caused a wave of shock throughout the city as well as a lot of controversy on whether or not the group had done the deed for the sake of Nevada, or for something larger. Obviously, most of the gossip was made up since not much was known about the three. Nevertheless, they were rewarded with a large amount of cash by the city for helping get rid of the criminals.

Hank ran through that specific thought about the Chief's words again and again. This was a new chapter in his life; a chapter that could change everything in the future forever. He wondered how Deimos and Sanford could sleep so easily with that floating in their heads.

Hank pulled out a gun magazine from underneath his bed. It was a bit outdated, but still, it did do a good job entertaining him. He started circling the guns he had and haven't used like a boy writing on a coloring book.

Hank sighed and got bored after finishing the activity. He couldn't take it anymore.

Hank left the house and locked the door behind him. He walked a couple of blocks until he reached the local park. Hank used to walk here all alone in the middle of the night when he needed to calm down. Deimos and Sanford didn't know about this...at least he thought so.

He found the same bench he would sit on every night. The shady one, under the tree. Hank saw the side of the tree marked in tally marks. He counted every night he came here by using his knife to carve a tally. Hank pulled out his pocketknife and carved another one next to the last.

'That makes 57.' he thought, sighing. It was peaceful and quiet, something that was actually rare in the park at night. Teenagers would usually party all night here, but for some reason, tonight was an exception. Hank liked it more than listening to drunken teenagers screaming and yelling with alcohol.

As Hank was enjoying the peace and quiet, he heard a high-pitched scream. He got irritated. The teenagers must've come. The peace was too good to be true. He shrugged it off. But then the scream got louder, and it sounded like it was coming from a woman.

Then there were voices.

"Please, let me go!" the woman yelled.

"Shhh...relax. We don't need to panic now do we?" a man's voice was heard.

"Please!" she continued to yell.

"Shut the fuck up bitch! We're not letting you go! No matter how much you scream! Just let us fuck you and we'll leave you alone!" another more deeper voice said.

"Mmm...boss, can I have dibs after you're done?" a third voice said.

"Relax, we'll all have a turn. After all, she's a feisty one!" a fourth said.

"Yeah, she's a keeper!" the fifth agreed.

"Somebody help me!" she screamed.

"What's going on here?"

The five men turned to see Hank with his arms crossed. Some of them gasped.

"Well, if it isn't the legendary Hank J. Wimbleton? I didn't expect to see someone like you around here." the first man, most likely the leader, said.

"Then you must've made a mistake then." Hank replied. He saw the blonde young woman look at him pleadingly.

"This isn't any of your business murderer. Leave us alone." the second man said.

They turned around to face the struggling woman.

"I just made it my business." Hank said.

The first man sighed. "Look, I know you've killed tons of people before, but me and my boys here; they're not some wimpy grunts you killed. Now piss off, we're busy."

Hank raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? You wanna test that theory out?"

The leader chuckled, and then started laughing. "Did you hear that boys? The killer ninja over here thinks he can take all of us down! He doesn't even have a gun!"

They laughed. Hank let out a small grin.

"To be honest, my fists are as good as a gun." he said.

They stopped laughing and looked at him. "You have to be joking."

Hank put up both his hands. "Nope. Go ahead. I'll let you have the first shot." he said, putting his hands behind his back.

The leader looked at his friends, looked back at Hank with disbelief and started laughing.

"If you say so!" he said. He brought back his right fist and aimed it directly for Hank's left cheek. Although Hank could've dodged it easily, he wanted to take the hit, just to show off a bit.

His fist made contact with Hank's face. Hank's head moved to the side and he stumbled a bit.

The other men laughed. "Nice shot!" one of them yelled.

The leader had a satisfied grin on his face. But Hank started laughing with his head still turned which made the ugly grin melt off.

"Did you really think you got me that time? I've been hit with a giant shotgun before, and you think one horny man's punch is going to take me down?" Hank questioned.

Hank pulled down his mask, spat out some blood, pulled his mask back up, and turned his head slowly back to face the rapist. "My turn." he said with an evil grin. He punched the man with huge power into the stomach and made him go flying backwards. When the leader sat back up, he crawled backwards hastily as Hank started walking slowly to him.

"What are you idiots doing? Get him!" he yelled to the others.

They let go of the woman and all came running at him. Even though she could've ran away, she stood there watching the rare spectacle.

Hank analyzed the situation and planned out his assault.

The first man brought back his fist and made an attempt to punch Hank. However, Hank grabbed his fist and used his free hand to counter attack.

The second came at him with a round-house kick, but Hank moved to the side and grabbed his arm. He then flipped him over and pulled at the arm violently, snapping it into two pieces. The man moaned and went silent.

The third came in with fast speed. Hank used that to his advantage by running at him and punching him in the stomach. The mass force and the speed in which he ran into the attack with was enough to make him fall on his knees. Hank was about to finish him until the fourth came in with a knife.

'So that's how you wanna play?' Hank thought.

Hank pulled out his own pocket knife and grabbed the man's arm holding the knife. Hank stabbed his elbow, making him yell out in pain. He fell down to the ground struggling to pull out the knife. Behind Hank, the third man came up trying to hit him. Hank turned around quickly and punched him in the jaw. Then the second came back up, regardless of his broken arm, and made a second attempt to attack.

That was how it was for another good 5 minutes. The rapists kept attacking Hank, but failed every time. The last body to fall was the fourth, and Hank slammed his head into the hard, concrete floor.

Hank picked up the knife he used from the floor and put it in his pocket. He laughed as the leader backed away slowly.

"Stay away you monster!" the leader said in a feeble attempt to escape. But he was immobilized with fear. Hank continued to walk up to him. Realizing he couldn't escape, the man tried to punch Hank again, but Hank ducked and came back with an uppercut to the jaw. His head snapped back as he stumbled backwards. Hank kicked him in the shins, making him kneel down in pain. Hank grabbed his throat as the man choked for air.

"By the way, I did have a gun." Hank said, pulling out a pistol and placing the front on the rapist's forehead. The blonde woman closed her eyes and looked away. But instead of shooting, Hank knocked him out with the hilt of his gun. The woman opened her eyes and sighed in relief.

"You okay?" Hank asked her.

She ran up to him and buried her face into his chest, hugging him. Hank shot up his hands in surprise. He had never been hugged by anybody before, especially from a girl. The warm feeling was new for him. He felt her sob in his shirt. Not being sure how to comfort a woman that's just been on the verge of being raped, he patted her head slowly twice. Then he heard sirens.

'Again?! That's the third time this month...' Hank thought. Hank had started growing tired of talking to the police so he broke away from the woman.

"Where...are you going?" she asked him, sobbing.

"I'm sorry, but I gotta go. I don't feel like talking to the cops right now." Hank explained.

Before she could say anything back, Hank ran off, leaving the girl all alone with policemen coming to her aid. She started explaining everything to them.


(Back at home)

Hank sighed as he opened the door to the house. He walked in, closed the door, and went up to the bathroom. He was exhausted, and had enough crime-fighting for the meantime. This was the third time he got stuck into a fight against larger odds ever since the club incident. The Nevada police force was doing a really bad job fighting against crime.

As Hank washed his blood-stained hands, he wondered who that girl was and why she nearly got raped. He shook the thought off as he took another shower to wash off his stress.

When Hank began washing his face, he flinched in pain. His left cheek was swollen.

"Maybe showing off was a bad idea." he said to himself.

Hank finished his shower and checked the mirror to see the damage. It wasn't that bad. Besides, he could just wear his mask over it, and Sanford and Deimos would never know.

Hank decided to ignore putting ice on it. He could deal with the pain. His body just showed the injury in a way making it look a lot worse than it actually was to Hank.

He wore some clothes and found himself much more tired than usual. Hank went on his bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.


Hank opened his eyes. He found himself crawling away from something.

In fear.

He didn't know why, but all he knew was that he was in pain and whatever he was running away from had caused it. Hank couldn't turn around to see who it was. His body had a mind of its own.

"Goodnight Hank." a familiar voice said.

Then, everything went black and blurred to a different scene.

Hank found himself covering from enemy fire behind a row of crates with Sanford and Deimos.

Deimos and Sanford were shooting at something, but Hank found himself staring at his own hands, and he felt shocked. Hank still couldn't understand what was going on; his body didn't cooperate and found himself making actions he didn't ask for.

He saw Deimos get shot in the hand.

"Fuck!" Deimos yelled as he dropped his rifle and held his injured hand with his other hand. Hank looked at the wound. Deimos's whole right hand was covered with blood, and the bullet had pierced through the other side. Deimos seemed to be trying to move his hand, but it must've gone numb since Deimos couldn't make it move.

"Hank! You have to carry my rifle! I don't think I can do it anymore with only one hand!" Deimos yelled as he pulled out a pistol and continued to shoot with his good hand from behind the crate.

Hank wanted to help him badly, but still found himself staring at his shaking hands.

"Hey! Did you hear me Hank!? Hank! Haaaannnkkk..." Hank heard Deimos yell as he faded away and saw his vision go black again.

Hank found him in a third scenario. He was breathing heavily, holding a sword.

Sanford and Deimos were on the ground in clear, visible pain. Hank wondered who could've attacked his partners and caused so much damage, until he saw slash marks on their bodies.

And blood on his sword.

Hank denied believing it. He would never hurt them. Ever. No matter how much they angered him. Hank felt his body walk forward and he realized that he was finishing them off.

Hank screamed in his mind to stop, but he found himself raising his sword.

Before Hank had ended it all, a blonde woman with blood on her face ran in front of him and stretched her arms out to defend Sanford and Deimos. He recognized her as the same woman he just saved from the rape.

"Hank! Please stop! Don't you remember me?!" She yelled.

'Why was she doing this?' Hank wondered. But the Hank in front of her was raising his sword to kill her before finishing off his friends.

The dream went black again.

"Hank...You are in danger..." a low-toned voice said.

Hank found himself in a completely black setting. He started running back and forth, but couldn't find where the voice was coming from.

"From what!" he yelled.

"A new wave arises... A wave of destruction and despair..." the voice continued, as if not hearing the screaming man in front of it.

"What am I in danger from? TELL ME! Who the hell are you!?" Hank demanded.

"Beware Hank..." the voice finished as it faded away.

Hank found himself falling. He didn't know how high he was falling from, but all he knew was that he was falling. He saw spikes waiting for him at the bottom. As they grew larger and larger, Hank realized there was no escape.


Hank woke up gasping for air. He was sweating heavily.

The window outside his room shined with the morning light as birds chirped along with it. Hank sat upright looking outside. He rubbed his face with his right hand.

'What the fuck was that?' Hank asked himself.

The dream...it felt and seemed so...so real.

What was going on?


A/N: Chapter seven is over. Lucky number seven. Not for Hank at least. The story has begun escalating to a large climax, but that doesn't mean it's over yet. At least, not until many more chapters pass by. This chapter is probably one of the most important ones you'll read in this fanfic. Although it seems strange that Hank saved a woman from a rape and has a threatening dream in the same night, trust me, there's a reason for that. Have I ever lied to you? Eight will be up and running soon. Reviews are a writer's blood!