Day 67: The First Snap
"Wake up...the savages are attacking! 33 told me to give you one of our best weapons. Obviously guns are almost impossible to get your hands on in this place, so melee is the only choice. Or unarmed, if you're in a bad spot with no weapon or it's out of reach. They call this a super sledge...I don't know how 33 got it, but you can bet it's powerful...and heavy. Now hurry." The Light Bringer scout said, handing the super sledge to a now awake Hank. "Follow me." The scout said.
Hank got up from the floor, now clutching his new weapon. He followed the scout through hallways, around lit corners, and past others who were treating wounds, or were preparing for war. He passed a man, walking back and forth, with tears coming from his eyes. Hank heard a part of what he was saying when they passed him.
"I don't know what happened...I...I saw him, and I just...I just ran away. I...oh God no..."
Hank looked back at him, and he was now on the ground, his head in his lap crying. Hank and the scout came to a darker corridor that only had one still lit lantern. One of the Dark Bringers, suddenly got close enough, and threw what he thought was a bucket of water at the lantern, which not only knocked it over, but extinguished the flame. The Dark Bringer, now that it was dark, lunged for Hank, but he was quick enough to swing the super sledge at him. It hit the Dark Bringer in the chest with enough force that his heart stopped. He fell to the floor lifeless.
Another two of them jumped at Hank. One grabbed him, and another began to claw at his side. The one who had a hold of Hank roared at him like a primitive and mindless monster. While he was doing this, Hank got a closer look at it's teeth than he or anyone would have wanted. It's teeth were far sharper than any normal man's, and as blood covered as a deathclaw's. Unfortunately because Hank had to catch it because it leaped towards ready to gnaw his face off, he had dropped the super sledge. He knew he had to act fast, as the other one was still clawing him, and there was always the chance of more. Too many too fast, and he would get overwhelmed, quick.
He made a desperate action, and grabbed the Dark Bringer that he had a hold of's jaw. Using all of his might, he broke it. He then threw him back towards the corridor he had came from. He then grabbed the other one's right hand, and began to twist it the wrong way too far, until the inevitable happened and it broke. He then headbutted him in the face, and like the other one, he threw him back into the darkness. He quickly picked up his super sledge from the ground, and he stood ready, as he knew if the ones he had just threw back weren't going to come back, there would be more.
Three Dark Bringers ran towards Hank, but he dispatched two of them easy by hitting them both in the face with the super sledge, which easily broke both of their necks. The third one looked at Hank right in the eyes. He didn't have a bandage over his eyes like the others.
"You...will...die...here."
The voice was low, and it crackled, and it sounded as if he could barely talk. Hank swung the super sledge at him, and it bashed open his skull.
Hank could hear the growling of others beyond, in the further darkness, but they were getting harder to hear, meaning they were getting farther away. They no doubt did not attack in full force...still, Hank was happy that they didn't. He turned around, putting the super sledge on his back, but he heard a noise back in the direction of where the Dark Bringers had been coming from.
He turned back around, to see what it was, and he saw a familiar sight. The same girl that had stabbed him two days ago. Though, that could have been not exactly accurate, as now that Hank had no way to see whether it was day or night, he counted each time he woke up as a new day. The little girl was frowning, and holding the same lighter she had before. She ran around the corner, but she wasn't going as fast as she had been the first time Hank saw her. Was she trying to get him to follow her?
There was only one way to find out. Hank ran after her, but when he passed the lantern that had fell, he grabbed it, and re-lit the flame inside. He ran after the girl, through corridors, around corners, he saw Dark Bringers, but they didn't attack him. Instead, they just watched as he ran. Eventually, he lost the girl, but he came to a dark wooden door. There was a bloody hand print on the door knob. He slowly and cautiously grabbed it, and opened the door. He slowly walked into the room, and he held out the lit lantern in front of him, illuminating the area in front of him. He saw a small trail blood leading to the back of the room, and he got close to it, and saw it.
A little girl who was sitting against the wall, with her head on her knees, and her arms wrapped around her knees. There was a faded, and bloodied teddy bear to the left of her, and a opened but extinguished lighter to the right of her. Hank slowly and lightly, touched the little girl's shoulder, and she fell to the left, without life. He then heard the room's door slam shut behind him. He turned around, and saw a huge Dark Bringer, however this one had armor...it was blood covered, and metal. It had some spikes. He was almost, if not, seven feet tall. He didn't have a bandage over his eyes. He had long dark black hair...that looked as if it had been washed in nothing but blood.
"You...die...like...her." He said.
Something snapped in Hank. Hank no doubt saw the little girl similar to his own daughter, which filled him with rage. Hank pulled the super sledge off of his back, and he ran towards the huge Dark Bringer. When he got close, he swung the super sledge towards his legs. The huge Dark Bringer saw this coming however, and he caught the super sledge, actually stopping it. He pulled the super sledge up, and Hank was still holding onto it, so he went with the super sledge. The Dark Bringer threw him and the super sledge across the room. Hank took care to not fall on the super sledge, as it would no doubt be quite painful. He ended up rolling a few feet on impact. He got up, picking up the super sledge, and he ignored the pain.
He saw that the Dark Bringer still didn't have enough, but neither did Hank. This time, the huge Dark Bringer ran towards Hank. Hank stood strong, but he did something that you wouldn't expect someone in his situation would do. He tossed the super sledge to his side. The Dark Bringer grabbed Hank by the neck, and lifted him into the air.
The Dark Bringer punched Hank, who was simply staring at the Dark Bringer. Eventually, after several blows, Hank was bloodied.
"Why...do...you...not...fight...?" He growled.
Hank smiled, and then spit a mouthful of his own blood right into the Dark Bringer's eyes, momentarily blinding him, and causing him to drop Hank. Hank ran for his super sledge, picked it up, and ran back towards the still blinded huge Dark Bringer. He hit his right leg with the super sledge as hard as he could, and he had no choice but to fall, with his non-injured remaining leg still keeping him up. Hank walked around to his back, and he grabbed ahold of the Dark Bringer's hair, pulling him back, and down to the floor. Hank quickly moved away to evade the arms of the Dark Bringer that were swinging frantically, trying to get him. Hank then lifted the super sledge into the air, and brought it down with as much force as he could on the right arm of the Dark Bringer. He screamed and screamed, but no other Dark Bringers came to his aid.
"Stop...I...surrender." He cried.
Hank looked back at the little girl's corpse, and then back at the downed murderer of that little girl, and shook his head.
"She...would...have...died...even...not...by...my...hands..." He said.
Hank laughed when he said the word, "hands." The Dark Bringer didn't know why. But he did a second later. Hank brought the super sledge down on both of his hands, and the Dark Bringer screamed even louder.
"What...will...this...accomplish? My...death...won't...solve...a thing..." He whimpered.
Hank lifted his super sledge into the air, for the final time. It was hovering right above the Dark Bringer's head.
"Neither did hers."
The sledge slammed down, crushing what was the Dark Bringer's face, and skull. He put the super sledge back on his back, but he saw something comforting by the door. It was the same girl...the same vision of the girl that led to her...body. She looked at the dead Dark Bringer, then back at Hank, and smiled.
A second later, like it had never happened, she disappeared...faded away. Hank would never forget the feeling...a mixture of a painful loss, with complete sorrow added in. He bent down to the dead Dark Bringer, and searched his body for anything useful. While he was sad, he still had to think about the situation he was in, and how he could help it.
He found three or so crumpled up pieces of paper...he uncrumpled them, and sure enough, they were pages from his journal...he must have found the pages, as he didn't have the journal on him...he didn't have anything else but the armor on his back, and that was far too heavy for Hank's liking...plus, no doubt if he did make it to the next floor, they would take the armor away anyways.
He looked back at the dead little girl, and discovered something he hadn't seen before. The little girl had wrote a small message to the side of her...in her own blood.
"Daddy...if you're reading this...then why...why did you run away...? I can...see the sky...and the grass...and mommy again...daddy...I'll miss you."
The message even worsened Hank's current feeling...but then it faded, as he remembered something.
Hank got up from the floor, now clutching his new weapon. He followed the scout through hallways, around lit corners, and past others who were treating wounds, or were preparing for war. He passed a man, walking back and forth, with tears coming from his eyes. Hank heard a part of what he was saying when they passed him.
"I don't know what happened...I...I saw him, and I just...I just ran away. I...oh God no..."
That man...he...he abandoned his daughter to die. Hank now had a slice of rage to add in to his pie of emotion. Bad metaphor, but it fit all the same.
However, Hank realized that he was regretful about running away...plus, attacking someone after they just lost their daughter that they loved, no matter what happened before, would just make things worse. Still...he should no doubt still give him the news...as he could possibly go out to search for her, and end up dead because of it.
Then, to add to all of it, Hank realized the irony in what he had just thought. He was thinking about a father possibly getting harmed or worse due to going out on a search for his daughter...yet, he had done the same and now he stands in hell.
Actually, hell wasn't accurate. Only the unjust go to hell, but more importantly, none of those who were still suffering here are dead yet. If they are, then they've been released from this misery. But Hank was different...he knew he was different.
He was going to be the one who would give those who inflict misery...well, misery. One step at a time, if he must. An eye for an eye, isn't right...unless if the ones who deserve it, are so wrong.
End of Day 67: The First Snap
You know, I can't help but have a feeling that this might end up being better than ANDoH. And considering I put about over a year of writing in that...I mean, even now I'm doing regularly and somewhat large size chapters for ANDoM every few days. If not more often.
~TGG333
