Chapter 29: Deimos's Opportunity


He was shaking.

Shaking violently at the man...

...no...

...the monster...

...he thought was damned in hell forever.

But there he was.

And if he didn't stop him...

Everybody.

Will.

DIE.

Hank crawled back up until he felt his spine make contact with the concrete wall. He watched in complete disbelief and horror at the sick demon that had merely used Hank as a chew-toy three years ago.

And this mistake from God was no other than Tricky the Clown himself.

Tricky glanced at his hands, confirming that he was alive again. Although the iron slab was covering his face, Hank felt the grin beneath it pierce through the metal.

Hank couldn't escape, there was no doubting it. Tricky had the power to destroy a whole army as long as the Improbability Drives were still functioning. Dan had also somehow locked the electronic doors from opening, so Hank was stuck with a ticking time-bomb.

Tricky turned his face to Hank, who made his return even more joyful.

"H3ll0 H4nk! D0 Y0u R3meMbEr M3?"

Hank quickly stood up onto his feet, realizing that he had to take a defensive position before he'd get mauled to pieces. Tricky's words were followed by the reddish fizz that annoyed him greatly, but he learned to ignore it and took control of the situation.

"W3 n3vEr F1Ni5h3d 0uR pL4yt1m3! tH4t M4ke5 Th3 Cl0wN S4D! D:" the words appeared right underneath Hank's field of view.

Hank turned his head. The only weapons in the room was the pocket knife in his possession and the empty gun nearby him. Hank quickly rolled to the side, picked up the gun, and pointed it at Tricky. He was desperate at this point and he knew that he had no other moves to make by now.

"D0n't woRrY! TH3 Cl0wN w1lL M4k3 tH1nG5 B3TT3R!" Tricky ranted on.

As he talked, Hank noticed though, that Tricky wasn't shaking as much as he remembered. Hank looked behind Tricky and saw the dead engineer with blood tracing down from the metallic computer board. He immediately figured that Dan had rushed things, and knew he could use this to his advantage.

Hank had probably half an hour until things would go ballistic. If he didn't finish this by then, he was a dead-man.

Hank's hands were shaking. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins like never before. Of course, he was scared as hell: Tricky was the reason why he hated clowns in the first place. But Hank kept his composure as best as he could, knowing that weakness would merely dig his grave even deeper.

Tricky cocked his head to his right, his hands shaking. He was still the insane psychopath Hank had remembered, it seemed.

"L3t'5 pL4Y!"

Before Hank was able to take the words into his head, he felt a sudden jab hit him into the stomach, and went flying through the concrete wall behind him. Hank's back screamed in pain as he stood back up. He turned around to see two more 1337 agents and another ATP agent, all stunned from what had just happened right before their eyes.

"What the-?"

Hank cut him off by knocking him out with two powerful punches into his face. The 1337 fell backwards, unconscious, as his two other partners quickly shook it off and aimed at Hank. Hank quickly picked up an S&W 500 beside him and killed the others without hesitation. He saw Tricky's head pop out of the hole that he crashed through and quickly ran outside with a Desert Eagle in the other hand. Hank heard Tricky bursting his way through the concrete wall, but focused on exiting the building first.

More agents appeared in front of him as he ran by. Hank fired rapidly with his dual weapons, not wanting to waste anymore time. He jumped up and jerked off a metal pipe hanging from the ceiling violently, storing it on his back for later. Gases began flowing out of the gap he made between the pipes. Hank quickly went out without inhaling the fumes up another flight of stairs. He didn't know whether or not it would slow Tricky down as he burst his way through another wave of enemies.

Hank just prayed that Sanford and Deimos were getting close to disabling the Improbability Drive.


Sanford threw his hook for the third time into another agent while Deimos pushed away a 1337 with a punch, pulled out a pistol, and fired into his head. More blood covered the floors as yellow and red body fluids made a bright orange mixture.

Sanford and Deimos were panting when they finally cleared the room. It was a massive task that beat the hell out of them. Receiving a couple of bruises and cuts, they walked on, trying to forget the pain that consumed their bodies.

Sanford turned around to see Deimos sweating as much as he was. God, was killing people tiring.

"Yo, Deimos."

Deimos looked up to Sanford, still inhaling heavily for air.

"Yeah San?"

"You okay?"

Deimos wiped his forehead off with the sleeve of his shirt. He examined himself.

"Just a few cuts and bruises here and there, but other than that, I'm cool." he answered.

Sanford nodded, turned away, and went to the other end of the room to pass through the door. He suddenly heard a thump behind him and quickly rotated back to Deimos. Deimos was slumping against the wall, the back of his head touching the concrete. Sanford rushed back to him and helped him up.

"Aw who am I kidding Sanford? I'm exhausted as fuck! We never did a mission this long before, and we can't even figure out how many people we killed in the past hour!" Deimos exclaimed.

Sanford shook his head. "Deimos, you know that Hank's counting on us. The whole country is. If we give up now, there won't be anyone else to stop these assholes from taking over the planet."

Deimos smirked, closing his eyes and snapping them back wide open while staring at the ceiling.
"Pfft. Anyone can say shit like that and do nothing! Even if we think that way, it doesn't change the fact that we're done for."

Sanford knew Deimos was right, and figured that the kid needed an energy booster. He saw a first-aid box hanging on the wall next to them and walked over to it. Sanford opened it up.

Perfect. Two unused syringes filled with steroids.

Sanford picked up one needle for himself and picked up the other for Deimos.

"Here." Sanford merely stated to Deimos.

Deimos quickly knew what Sanford was holding, and stared at him with the classic 'Are-you-serious?' -look.

"What?" Sanford questioned when he saw Deimos's attitude.

"Sanford, I have only one hand. Do you really fucking expect me to use a needle without the other?" Deimos reasoned.

Sanford sighed. He went down to Deimos crouching on the floor.

"Hold still faggot." he muttered as he jabbed the needle into Deimos's arm.

"Ow! Not so hard!" Deimos whined.

"Oh shut it, you little bitch. I'm not giving you a damn booster-shot, so man-up." Sanford sent back.

Deimos cringed at the foreign feeling, but quickly shot back up, shuddered and fist-pumped into the air.

"YEAH! LET'S DO THIS SHIT!" he yelled out loud.

Sanford rolled his eyes and used the other needle on himself. He shuddered as well and stood up-right. This was a pretty strong drug, and he was wondering if it was good idea to give Deimos a round of it in the first place.

Deimos picked up an M-16 with both hands. Sanford looked at him puzzled.

"What the hell? Didn't you just say you couldn't use both hands?" he asked him.

Deimos blinked twice and turned to Sanford, shaking.

"I DID? OOPS! WHO GIVES A FUCK! LET'S GO!" Deimos said in one-shot.

Deimos ran through the door Sanford was in front of a few minutes ago, charging with gunfire rattling the walls.

"Deimos, wait!" Sanford shouted before he could stop him. He gritted his teeth and ran towards his speeding partner. Sanford wouldn't be surprised if Deimos was dead by the time he got there, but instead, he was shocked to see 8 A.A.H.W. bodies lying on the ground with Deimos breathing slowly yet deeply.

Sanford shook his head. Deimos was energetic enough on his own, but with a boost, he was almost as nuts as Tricky the Clown.

Sanford put his hand on Deimos's shoulder.

"Deimos?"

Deimos turned his head to Sanford, grabbing his shoulders tightly as if in a death-grip.

"OH HI SANFORD! I JUST BUTTFUCKED THESE GUYS WHILE YOU WERE TOO BUSY HANGING OUT BACK THERE! HOW'S THE WEATHER!? GOOD!? GREAT!? OH THAT'S FANTASTIC NEWS! LET'S GO TO THE PARK AFTER THIS! OR MAYBE THE BEACH!? OR HOW ABOUT WE RUN A MARATHON!? OR PLAY CHESS!? OR PLAY CHESS WHILE RUNNING THE MARATHON!?" Deimos said, wide-eyed.

Sanford twitched. He tried using his nice side on Deimos, but it looks like he's gonna have to take it to the next level to deal with this amount of stupidity.

Sanford slapped Deimos hard on his right cheek. Deimos blinked and stumbled back.

"Whoa...the fuck just happened?" Deimos asked, escaping his trance.

Sanford stared at Deimos, expressionless.

"Nothin' much. Just you being an idiot like usual. That's all." Sanford told him.

Deimos suddenly felt a burning sensation in his hand. He saw himself holding a rifle, and quickly dropped it to the ground like a bunch of hot coals.

"Ah! It fucking burns!" he screamed as he shook off his damaged hand.

Sanford face-palmed himself. He couldn't find the words to describe the situation anymore...

Deimos suddenly heard some buzzing going on behind the door near them. He turned and saw the words "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY".

"Sanford, check that door out!" Deimos pointed out, clutching the bad hand.

Sanford lifted his hand off of his face and saw where Deimos was referring to. It didn't take long for him to figure too that they were at the end of the line.

Their part of the mission was almost over.

Sanford pressed a button near the door to open it. He cursed himself as he saw this was of no use.

"Damn it. We need special access to get through here." he explained to Deimos.

Deimos grinned. "Or..."


The Advanced ATP agent along with his partners were frantically putting in codes for the computer to handle. They were sitting around a very large, bullet-proof case, with their most valuable artifact inside: The Improbability Drive.

The engineer had heard the shots behind the door and knew that things would not go as planned. Dan had not only rushed them, but also, Hank, Sanford, and Deimos were getting dangerously close to foiling their plans once more. But this time, they were sure to make the plan go down the way Dan had told them, regardless of the outcome of this fight.

The agent typed in one last line of code. He pressed enter, and the computer began working everything out in its mainframe. As he planned, he heard the door behind him explode, and bullets fly at his colleagues, killing them all instantaneously. He sighed, closed his eyes, and heard the click of the trigger behind him.


Deimos fired and saw the last ATP agent's head burst in satisfaction. He and Sanford saw the Drive in the middle of the room on top of a pedestal, protected by the bullet-proof casing.

Deimos ran to the computer where the agent placed his commands in. He wiped off the blood covering the monitor with his hands and saw the black screen with white words quickly move upwards. Sanford followed him and stood right by his side.

"Can't you think of anything else besides blowing up doors to get to where you want?" he questioned Deimos.

Deimos chuckled. "If you have any other smart ideas, then by all means Sanford, be my guest."

Sanford stared down the screen to where Deimos was focused seriously on. To Sanford, all the codes were hieroglyphics, but Deimos knew what they all meant.

Sanford jumped back as he saw Deimos slam his fist onto the table.

"Fuck! We're too late!" Deimos said after this.

Sanford felt his hopes plummet to the ground as soon as he heard this.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

Deimos looked at Sanford hopelessly. "The guy who typed this all up knew we were coming here. It's over. He set up the lock-down code. We're screwed..."

Sanford couldn't believe his ears. Was Deimos serious?

No, there had to be a way.

"Don't just sit there then, Deimos! Do something! ANYTHING! Hank will die if we just sit here! You're the fucking computer nerd! SO JUST FIGURE SOMETHING OUT!" Sanford screamed at him.

Deimos bit his lip. Sanford was right. This wasn't the Deimos that promised Hank to always look out for his back, and Deimos knew it. He closed his eyes, concentrating, and opened them. Deimos knew that he could at least disable the Drive long enough until Hank did what he had to do. He could stall the energy being released for at most, 2 hours. By then, they should be done, and he would have more time to finish this off.

He could do this.

Deimos lifted his hands and began typing in more codes he could think of to counter the A.A.H.W.'s plans. Sanford watched in awe at Deimos's expertise. Of course, Sanford saw Deimos do this many times before, but not with this amount of intensity. Sanford grinned to himself as he saw his partner's confidence return. He knew Deimos wasn't smart. In fact, Sanford knew that Deimos wasn't merely gifted at all.

Deimos was a computer-hacking genius.


Hank coughed up blood. He grabbed the dirt around him tightly into his palms, and let the soil race down his hands, just to feel the earth one last time.

Yes, Hank was able to escape the building, but that wasn't until Tricky popped up from the earth beneath him and knocked him smack through a building. His ribs were broken in several places, and it was getting harder to breathe with every passing second.

Tricky walked slowly towards him, enjoying every last, painful moment. He wanted to be the one to kill Hank this time. And with Jebus out of the way, there was no stopping him.

Tricky grabbed Hank's neck with a firm grip that made Hank gag. He slammed Hank to another solid wall. Hank's head was ringing from all the bashing he had to go through.

"I5n'T tH15 fuN H4nK!?" Tricky asked him. Hank felt his head sag, but he stayed awake. The minute he would leave consciousness, he knew that he was dead.

And when he was dead, Sanford and Deimos were dead too.

And then Dan would kill everyone in Nevada.

And then the A.A.H.W. would take over the country.

Hank swallowed, but felt the blood and saliva get stuck in the middle of his throat from where Tricky was choking him. The fingers closing onto his neck were tightening. He didn't know how long he would have until Tricky would suffocate him to death.

Tricky pulled Hank away from the wall, and bashed him again. Hank yelled in agony as dust flew from the wall and cracked behind him. Tricky did it again, and again, until Hank barely had the strength to moan. Then, Tricky pushed with extreme force onto Hank's body, shoving him through the wall. By now, they were behind the building, and Hank had reached his limit.

Hank stared upwards blankly. He needed more time to recover, but he knew that Tricky wouldn't give him the chance this time.

'Damn...'

Tricky walked towards him slowly again. They were mere feet apart.

'I really fucked up didn't I...'

More footsteps. Hank clenched his fists.

'So, this is where it ends, huh...?'

Tricky and Hank were a foot away from each other.

'What a shitty life. And a shitty way to die.'

Tricky pulled out a stop-sign nearby him.

'...I'm so sorry...'

Tricky let the familiar touch of the weapon into his fingers.

'...Sanford...'

Tricky smirked, his eyes wide with joy and amusement.

'...Deimos...'

Hank closed his eyes as Tricky lifted the sign up, ready to smash Hank into a pancake.

'...I failed...again...'

Hank glared at Tricky one last time, hating the fact that this would be the last thing he would see before he dies.

"DIE." Tricky said in a satanic tone of voice.

Hank heard a piercing screech instead of feeling the stop-sign smash his body.

Hank's eyes shot open. He was stunned at the fact that he was still alive.

"Huh?"

Hank looked up and saw Tricky in pain. His confusion was quickly replaced with realization.

Deimos had done it. He had disabled the Improbability Drive long enough for Hank to catch his breath.

Hank backed away from Tricky, feeling his strength return to him. Tricky grasped his head, with the word "ERR0R!1!11!" flashing in red letters underneath him.

Tricky looked up to Hank, who had taken advantage of this moment. Now it was Tricky's turn to cough up blood. Tricky was angered by the fact that his final moments with Hank had been interrupted by an outside force again.

"OMFG! YOU DON'T KILL CLOWN! CLOWN KILLS YOU!" Tricky screamed, trying to make sure that Hank's hopes of eliminating him wouldn't return.

Hank pulled out the only weapon at his disposal: the metal pipe behind his back. The scene was all too familiar: Tricky and him fighting to the death with only melee weapons. Hank pulled it out and held it in his right hand.

"No. You're wrong Tricky. You're bleeding." Hank started.

Tricky pulled up the stop-sign defensively, ready for combat.

"And anything that bleeds, dies." Hank continued.

Hank gripped his iron pipe as hard as he could. He swung it towards Tricky. Tricky blocked it with the long pole of his sign. Their faces were only inches apart.

"SO DO US ALL A FAVOR AND GO TO HELL YOU BASTARD!" Hank shouted as he jumped back, ready for another swing.


A/N: Okay. 29. Done. It's around 2,950 words, so it definitely is long enough to be considered in my 2000-3000 word chapters. I'm sorry this felt short though: I will update by Sunday so you guys get more for less!

Reviewer's Credit:


Nikolai247: Thanks for your review! I'm glad you still enjoy this story, even during its climax, and yes, this is getting intense. In a sense, no, this isn't Tricky v2.0, but more of a degraded version because I don't want to shift too much focus off of Dan (since he is the main antagonist). That doesn't mean this will lose its epic-ness. In fact, it is just beginning. Don't worry though: the next chapter will focus more on Tricky and Hank's fight since I sorta missed that in this chapter only because the setting just wasn't right. Epic fights happen usually outside, so I needed this part to move the background outdoors.

P.S. I like what you did with your profile. It makes your page look more interesting with a Bio. And also, if you do make stories, make sure to share it with all of us!


Sackrum: LOL. Oh fuck yes it did. SHIT JUST GOT PERSONAL.

By the way, nice job on the stories! Really love how you're doin' so far, so keep up the awesome work!


Credits over. Again, thank you all for reading this story! I am doing my best making this epic, and I hope you guys feel like I accomplished it! Keep showing your support, and review if you have anything to say!

By the way, Krinkels just uploaded a pic of Madness Combat 11 on his Newgrounds page. It might not look like much, but you could notice there is an OBSV agent in the background getting pwned. (DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!).

I will update A.S.A.P., so please keep your eyes open. Also, I am making another fanfic with OC's (Original Characters) from fans! If you wanna submit your OC to the first ever Madness Combat fanfic with OC's from real people in it, then go ahead! I need at least 8 people for this, so I suggest highly that you PM me about your own ideas! Nikolai did submit his own OC, so if you guys wanna try-out, you all have that free choice as well! Hurry, because if I get overflown with people's OC's, then there may be no spot for your Character too! All you have to do is describe your character's personality, physical traits, clothes, flaws (yes those too, I don't want fucking Gods in my story), and favorite weapons as well as least favorites.

Other than that, not much to say, but thank you! All of you are an awesome crowd, so I wanna give a shout-out to you readers out there! You guys inspire me to write, so keep it up! I will be working on Chapter 30 tomorrow, and with this, I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Final Salvation!

~Spirit9871