Chapter 21: Surprises and Broken Secrets

Hank opened his eyes. His vision blurred as he tried to remember all the events that had happened. After a few seconds of blinking, he nearly jumped out of the bed as he felt something stir next to him.

Hank looked down and saw Cathy. He chuckled.

Ah yes, last night.

Hank fell on his back and stared upwards.

"Wow."

Not even the word itself was enough to define the incredible experience. He never knew the human body could be so capable of creating so much pleasure. But that had been the greatest night Hank had ever gone through. It was amazing. Just unbelievable. So rewarding, so powerful,

and yet so wrong.

Hank smirked as he thought that. It didn't matter to him by now, and he didn't really care. This would make up for all the agony he went through for thirty years. And Cathy had just fixed that all in one night.

Cathy woke up next to him. She rubbed her eyes and smiled.

"How was it?" she asked.

"I think you already know the answer to that." Hank answered.

She grinned. "We should do it more often."

Hank nodded in agreement. But he continued to stare at the wall in front of him. There had to be a way he could repay her.

"What's wrong?" Cathy eventually questioned.

Hank turned to her as he realized what he was missing. "You wanted to know, didn't you?"

"Huh?" Cathy said confused.

"You asked me before. How life for me was like, before all that shit."

She suddenly felt realization hit her.

"Do you want to hear it then?"

Cathy quickly nodded. Finally, she could hear what she wanted.

Hank looked back up, and dug through his memories. "I used to be an orphan. No mother, no father. My parents didn't bother to even show their faces to me even after I grew older. They dropped me off at some local orphanage. You know, the place where they threw away the children they didn't want. The mistakes."

"The local orphanage? Don't you mean the one near that elementary school that's all run-down and abandoned?" Cathy interrupted.

Hank nodded. "I don't exactly know why, but I just didn't bother talking to the people around me. I wasn't given any name, but the orphanage decided to give me the first one they could think of: Hank. My name was Hank. Just Hank at the time. Don't get me wrong, the woman who ran the orphanage, Julia, did her best to take care of everyone, but it wasn't real love. She would switch her roles with someone else, and that person does it again, and again, until finally, it goes back to her. Julia was just the first person to find me. That's what made her special from everyone else. Still, she had her own family and loved them. Not us. No matter how many times she would assure us of it and she would persuade all the other kids, I always knew. Always knew that she loved her family, not us. We're not her family. We were her job."

Cathy looked at him solemnly, knowing how painful it must've been for him. She didn't know what to say at this point, so she kept on listening.

"For some reason, Julia was attached to me the most. Maybe it was my quiet side that was so different from all the other screaming orphans she had to deal with? Or maybe because she tried her hardest to brainwash me into believing that I was being loved? I don't know. And I didn't care. Julia was just some mosquito bite that I had to wait to get off my chest."

"Time passed, and eventually, I was in school. The teachers were instantly attracted to me. They kept telling Julia that I was learning at an inhuman pace. What took 1 month for the kids in the class to understand and memorize, would take me less than half an hour to comprehend. No moaning, crying, or complaining. What was there to complain about anyways? No parents, no love, and a miserable childhood; those were things I had to deal with every day, compared to the other spoiled children that didn't know how good they've got it."

"Teachers allowed me to skip grades. I went with it. School was a waste of time. Everything was too simple to take in for me. I just wanted to get out and vanish. The school bully, Mark, was screwing everyone over with his team of bitches. It made me sick. But then, when I turned 15, something happened that I would never forget: I got to meet my father. In jail."

Cathy made a small gulp of anticipation.

"Darren Wimbleton. That was the fucker's name. He told me everything. Apparently, the asshole was a drug dealer who met my mom, a hooker. They met up, screwed around, and accidently had me. Darren wanted my mother to abort me. But she refused and ran off. Eventually, she had the baby and left me in the orphanage. Soon later, Darren found out, and killed her, just for disobeying him. The police caught up with his crime and arrested him 15 years later. When he had explained all the chaos, they looked for 15-year-old orphans to see who exactly his biological son was. Finally, they found a match and I got to look at him."

"I wanted to kill him after he told me that story. So badly. But I couldn't. I was 15, and I could barely do shit. The officers sent me away, but just as they turned their backs, Darren kicked one of them down and stomped on his head. His partner turned around, quickly pulled out his pistol, and fired. I saw my father's brains splatter everywhere, even on myself. Just like any other normal person, I started screaming. And I didn't stop for half an hour."

Cathy cringed.

"Julia tried to comfort me, but it was useless. I was Hank Wimbleton. And no matter how hard I try to ignore, forget, or even change my name, I was still Hank Wimbleton. The next day, I snapped when I saw Mark fucking around with a girl. I beat the shit out of him, but the others returned the favor. All I could remember afterwards was two men carrying me to somewhere in Nevada. They had allowed me to join the Anti-A.A.H.W., and I accepted. There was no meaning to live, so I just didn't give a fuck anymore. Soon, Hank J. Wimbleton had turned from an innocent, quiet, forgotten orphan, into a killer."

Hank stopped and got off of the bed. "And that's that."

Cathy stared at him in disbelief. Was he lying? There was no way somebody could even live with that status and stay sane.

"Is that all true?" Cathy tried to confirm with him.

"Yeah." Hank simply stated as he put on his clothes.

Cathy watched Hank and sighed. "I'm so sorry Hank."

"Don't be. It's too late for sorry."

Cathy began putting on her own clothes. "Hank, can you come here?"

Hank walked towards her. She kissed him and he didn't resist. After all, why would you resist somebody who just gave you the best night of your life?

"I love you." Cathy told him.

Hank nodded. "Thank you Cathy."

Cathy smiled as she knew that was genuine. Hank put on his goggles, and checked himself in the mirror. As he saw light reflecting off of it, his eyes widened. It was morning, and no doubt Sanford and Deimos were curious to know where he was.

"Fuck!" he yelled.

"What?"

"How the hell am I supposed to explain this to Sanford and Deimos?"

Cathy thought for a while. Finally, she came up with a solution.

"Just tell them that you went to a hotel after you dropped me off to my house and it started raining. They'll believe you."

Hank laughed as the idea flowed through his head. "That isn't a half-bad lie Cathy!"

She nodded. "Just go. They're waiting."

Hank straightened himself out and gave her a quick thumbs up before leaving.

"Damn, where the hell is Hank!?" Sanford exclaimed.

Deimos said nothing as he continued to eat his breakfast in silence.

"I mean, come on! A whole night? The fuck is up with him?" Sanford continued.

Deimos responded with quieter chewing.

Sanford looked at him, puzzled. Deimos was a loud-mouth, especially at these kinds of situations. Whenever Sanford would mention Hank's name yesterday, Deimos would just go dead silent.

"Deimos? Why aren't you saying anything? You're a professional bull-shitter at this kind of stuff!" Sanford yelled at him.

Deimos shrugged. "You know Hank. I wouldn't be surprised if he came back into the house with Satan following him."

'Something's not right here.' Sanford thought.

Sanford narrowed his eyes at him. "Really? But when you yelled at Hank yesterday morning, it sounded a lot weirder than what I'm hearing."

Deimos gulped the last piece of large bread in his mouth. He nearly choked, but Sanford was scaring him.

"What? Me? Weird? No Sanford! I didn't do anything! What makes you think that!?" Deimos timidly said.

'Yep. Something's DEFINITELY not right here.' Sanford concluded.

Hank opened the door and crept in. He wanted to go into the bathroom for a shower, and had false hope that Sanford and Deimos were still asleep.

But as soon as he walked in, he met faces with the stiff-lipped, shades-wearing man, and the younger techie with a trench-coat.

"Good morning." Hank greeted them with.

"Good morning Mister Bullshit." Sanford immediately accused.

Hank sighed. "I know you guys were wondering where I was last night. But don't worry, I was in the hotel after the storm passed and Cathy left. Honest."

Sanford and Deimos looked at each other. Hank grinned in the back of his head. They were so easy to fool. But then, Deimos's next sentence stopped him in his tracks.

"I don't believe you for a minute." Deimos countered.

"Neither do I." Sanford agreed.

"Well then, if you don't believe me, then that's your problem, not mine." Hank defended. He was about to go for the shower, but Deimos quickly walked in front of him.

"You smell. Like sex." Deimos pointed out.

Hank felt his pupils shrink. "S-sex?"

"Yeah. Pheromones. They're all over you." Deimos explained as Sanford suddenly widened his eyes when he smelled the odor Hank's body was releasing.

"Look Deimos, I just used the soap in the hotel. You must be mistaken." Hank saved himself with.

Deimos shook his head. "Then why is there still sweat showing through your clothes?"

"That's water."

"Liar. Water doesn't smell."

Hank found himself trapped. He had no choice but to retreat and try again later.

"Just move aside Deimos." Hank shoved Deimos away and walked past by. Suddenly, Sanford tackled Hank from behind and Deimos ran up to him.

"What the fuck!?" Hank yelled.

"Search him Deimos!" Sanford ordered.

Deimos began checking Hank for any evidence. Hank was struggling, which made it harder to find anything. Finally, he pulled out a plastic wrapper and his eyes widened.

"Holy fucking shit!" Deimos screamed as he realized what it was.

Sanford got off of Hank, and went to see what Deimos had found. Hank quickly got on his feet, ready to knock the living shit out of both of them. But he saw the two of them looking at something awfully familiar.

"The hell are you looking at?" Hank stung at them.

Sanford was holding it in his hands. He dropped it in disbelief and froze in his place. So did Deimos.

"You fucking did it, didn't you?" Sanford told Hank.

Hank looked at him, enraged and confused. Finally, he picked up the wrapper and figured out why it had seemed so recognizable.

It was the condom pack Cathy had given him. The pack was ripped open, obviously meaning it was used.

Oh shit.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

Hank's hands began shaking. "T-that isn't mine! Some fucker must've put it in my pocket!"

Deimos looked up to him with an expression Hank had never seen before: one mixed with confusion and amusement.

"Hank, this all clicks now. You...you did it didn't you! You're not a virgin anymore! You fucked Cathy!" Deimos exclaimed.

Hank shuddered as he heard Deimos shout that out.

Deimos bit his lip and was shaking. He fell on the floor, laughing like he never did before. Sanford stood, still frozen, and his head turning a shade of red, imagining Hank and Cathy...doing it.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! THIS IS TOO FREAKING HILARIOUS!" Deimos laughed.

Sanford and Hank were turning redder than ever.

Deimos stood up, and walked in front of Hank. "What position did ya finish her off in? Doggy style? Or did you go for the classic?" Deimos fell back, laughing and holding his sides from exploding.

Sanford couldn't take it anymore either. He burst into tears and laughter after Deimos said this.

"Jebus Hank! At least you used protection man! But for God's sake! Are you kidding me!? I didn't expect it to go all the way to "4th base" that soon!" Sanford teased as well.

Hank just stared in complete embarrassment.

"Hank and Cathy sitting on a bed! F-U-C-K-I-N-G!" Deimos chanted to the "Sitting on the Tree" tune.

Hank clenched his fists. "It's not my fucking fault that she had to get all "hands-on" first!"

Sanford and Deimos stopped laughing, looked at each other, and laughed even more.

Deimos wiped a tear off his face. "See! This is why I watch porn man. You gotta keep the monkey in your pants bro."

Sanford nodded. "Yeah..." Then, he did a double take. "Wait, did you just say you WATCHED porn!?"

'Oh fuck!' Deimos thought.

"Porn? Sanford? Seriously? You thought I said porn? What I meant to say was 'corn'! I didn't say porn man! That's gross!" Deimos desperately covered.

Sanford looked at him. "Corn?"

Deimos face-palmed himself in his mind as he realized what he just said. "Y-yeah man! Corn!"

"So, you're saying that watching corn stops you from sleeping with women?" Sanford continued.

Deimos opened his mouth, then shut it, and yelled out, "Hank fucked Cathy! Hank fucked Cathy! Hank fucked Cathy!" as he ran in circles.

Sanford watched Deimos spin around and around until he felt himself grow dizzy, while Hank slapped his hand on Deimos's mouth.

"Mmph!" Deimos said muffled.

"Hey asshole! Why don't you say that a little bit louder? I bet the kids at AFRICA couldn't hear you yet, retard!" Hank sarcastically told him in his ear.

Sanford shook his head. What the fuck was going on!?

Hank felt his pocket vibrate. Deimos saw another opportunity.

"Heh, looks like your 'little friend' down there didn't finish its job with Cathy." he teased.

Hank said nothing as he punched a huge gaping hole in the wall with his right fist. Sanford and Deimos stared with wide-eyes as Hank's glare seemed to have burnt through his goggles. Then, Hank's expression had turned into a sarcastic-happy.

"Hello?" he said as nicely as he could, already knowing that Cathy was on the other end.

"Hank? Did you tell Sanford and Deimos your 'story' yet?" Cathy put emphasis on the word "story".

Sanford and Deimos heard that and were a bit annoyed that Hank and Cathy had planned to lie to the both of them.

"I did. But the cat's out of the bag. I accidently left the damn condom wrapper in my pocket, and well, they interrogated me. Forcefully." Hank gritted his teeth after he said that last word.

Cathy was a bit shocked. "Um...oh wow! H-how did they take it?"

Hank shrugged. "It went pretty well."

Deimos started making the masturbation-hand movement silently in front of Hank with a ridiculous facial expression. Hank grabbed Deimos's head and smacked it into the hole he made into the wall hard enough to make a nasty bruise.

Sanford sighed at Deimos (who was slowly slumping down the wall onto the floor). "Idiot doesn't know when to stop a joke..."

Cathy heard the bang and Deimos's moan. "What was that?"

"Oh, we're just renovating the house. So far, we made a big hole into the wall. And that's pretty much it."

Cathy blinked in confusion at the other line. "O-ooookay? How much do they know?"

"Everything. Well, let's just say the basics. I didn't exactly tell the things we did in-depth." he teased.

"Ah-hem." Sanford fake-coughed to tell Hank that he was still there.

Hank realized he was still in their presence. Or, at least in Sanford's. Deimos was out cold.

"Uh, Cathy, you mind if we could talk later?"

"Okay Hank." Cathy replied. She cut the line.

Hank shut off his cell.

"Where'd ya get the cell?" Sanford asked.

"Cathy got it for me. Yesterday was our '1 month anniversary'."

Sanford smirked. "That explains a lot."

Hank sharply looked at him. "If either of you tell anybody, and I mean ANYBODY, you're fucking dead."

Sanford nodded. "Chill. I got it. And I'm definitely sure Deimos got the point too. But what're we supposed to do with him now?"

Hank stared down at Deimos.

"Unnnnn..." Deimos moaned.

He turned back to Sanford. "Put this retard to bed."

Sanford nodded. But just then, Deimos's cell rang in his pocket.

Sanford pulled it out and answered. He put it on speaker so Hank could hear as well.

"Deimos?" the other end answered.

"Sorry, he's not conscious at the moment. You're talking to Sanford."

"Sanford? I see. This is Augustus speaking. Is Hank hearing us as we speak?"

"Yeah. He is." Sanford told him.

"Very well then. I have a very special mission for you three. If you can do this raid, you've just taken down your 10th gang."

"Okay. We'll be there in a few hours." Sanford replied.

"Good. And make sure all three of you do this mission. It's one that you guys definitely won't forget."

A click was heard. Sanford closed the phone and placed it back in Deimos's pocket.

"You heard Augustus. Rack up some cash. Mission 10 is in progress." Sanford told Hank.

Hank crossed his arms.

"What's with the attitude?" Sanford questioned.

"Sanford, please tell me that you at least realized something seems really off here." Hank said.

Sanford rolled his eyes. "Hank, quit you're worrying. There's nothing weird going on here. We've worked with Augustus for almost two months now, and he hasn't betrayed us since."

Hank shook his head and walked off to his room for the case and to get his equipment ready. Sanford was too blinded to see it. He always accepted things as they seemed. But what things seem and what things are really made of, are two different concepts.

Sanford sighed at Hank's stubbornness. He glanced at Deimos, and picked him up.

"Come on you pervert. Gotta put you back in bed."

"Corn Sanford...it was corn..." Deimos mumbled unconsciously, as if he actually heard Sanford.

"Yeah, yeah sure. But we gotta do some shit later on you dumbass. So rest up while you can." Sanford ordered.

"Unnn..."

Sanford was right. Rest up while you can Deimos.

Because you're in for a big shock.

A/N: Not bad. I needed this chapter though, to fill in the blanks from Chapter 20. Also, I made this today only because IT'S MADNESS DAY BABY! WOOHOO!

For those of you who don't know what Madness Day is, you need to get your Madness Combat-Facts in order. Madness Day takes place every September the 22nd, where users submit their Madness related games, fan-art, and ultra-epic, non-canon Madness Combat movies. Best of all, Krinkels uploads his annual Madness Combat episodes on Newgrounds every Madness Day, and I'm also expecting some updates on his game (which is in the featured games' list on Newgrounds's homepage) Madness: Project Nexus.

So far, it's 9:30 for me, and I'm still waiting anxiously for Krinkels's epic continuation of the cliffhanger he left all of us off with in Madness Combat 10. I'm a bit disappointed I still can't find anything from him, but I bet it will be coming soon! Like, maybe 2 or 3 days later at most. But no worries. It's incredibly, INCREDBILY, hard to make a Madness Combat movie out of Adobe Flash, so I ain't bitchin'. Ah well. At least I got to update on the only holiday Madness Combat celebrates.

Well, that's all folks. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Kagami, thanks for inspiring me to continue today, and I'm satisfied with how this story is going so far. I am currently thinking about your crossover idea, and I am a Naruto fan as well, so things can go as planned. So far, I'm thinking about doing it when Naruto's still 12 and not in Shippuden (since I have more knowledge of the Naruto before Shippuden than after because of all the new episodes still running). But not right now. Gotta focus on this first. And then, let's go.

Also, Invader, thanks for reviewing again! I'm not upset at all, and I appreciate it that you came back again! Thanks to you too dude, and happy Madness Day to both of ya!

You guys, and I mean all of you, are the best crowd any fanfiction-writer can have, and I hope you all enjoy this piece! I'm putting all the effort I can here, and I'm always watching on whether or not people like this so far, so keep showing your colors! You guys are awesome!

Later, and check out Newgrounds for your healthy dosage of Ultra-Violence via Madness Combat. Happy Madness Day!

~Spirit9871