Chapter 2 - Apotheosis

No Regret...

No Remorse...

No Reason...

Only madness...

Somewhere in Nevada...

The Sheriff was limping as far away as he could across a nearby road using a sword like a cane to help support his missing leg. The pain was intense, but he was still trying to move. He had been shot in the side, and he knew that he was bleeding out. He couldn't feel anything below his waist, and his left arm felt numb. "Damn that Hank... he really got me good," he thought to himself. "But I'll make him pay for this."

Suddenly, a truck pulled up in front of him a figure in a black suit and shades was driving it saying "Sheriff get in the back of the truck, the boss has a message for you." The Sheriff did as told, and soon, the truck started moving again. The back of the truck contained a bunch of the other agents, the one in the center held up a monitor, on the monitor was a being made of pure black flame with red eyes... this being known as the Auditor spoke in a deep and powerful voice. "So I see you activated the Improbability Drive."

"Yeah... I-I'm sorry boss, I didn't know how badly the thing would affect the world... all I t-thought is that it w-would help kill H-Hank."

"That's quite alright sheriff, for you see. The Drive performed far better than I initially expected. It not only cause reality to be broken by pure madness, it also caused the barriers between Dimensions across time and space to break, fusing two worlds into one."

"I-I'm sorry boss but I don't really understand-" "The drive fused all of Nevada into an alternate realm." The Auditor answered

Then the Auditor revealed lots of security footage that showed how different things are with the strange fused environments and cities. Along with pictures of creatures like Elves, Demi-humans, knights, and more strange sites that looked like they were from a fantasy movie. The Sheriff fascinated by it all said "Well I'll be..."

The Auditor continued "From what's been surveyed this world has quite a medieval political spectrum. That means that most of the world is ruled by simple-minded kings and nobles. They're ignorant of science. As such, their societies are mostly based around the worship of gods and spirits, and the people live a life of primitive poverty and hardship."

The Sheriff asked, "What are you getting at?"

"You see Sheriff... I'm planning on using these primitive nations to our advantage. While these so-called kings and nobles will act as the face of their nations, in reality... my Agency will be the one truly in control of them all..."

One of the Agents gave the tired Sheriff a briefcase inside was a badge, a revolver, and a mechanical leg. "Meanwhile... I want you to be the enforcer of this operation. I want you to lead my armies and act as a recruiter for these strange new beings, I want you to gather data on this new world, and most importantly... I want you to take out anyone like Hank that could be a potential threat. You can do this right?"

The Sheriff stared at the case before promptly attaching the mechanical leg to his missing one and putting on his badge and revolver. "Alrighty, I'll do it, boss!"

The Auditor narrowed his eyes "Good... it begins..."

Meanwhile, Hank J. Wimbleton was following the trail of blood the Sheriff left behind. He was getting closer and closer to the source of the blood until finally the trail was gone... "DAMN IT!" Hank shouted knowing that the Sheriff slipped away again.

Hank was furious...

It didn't help that he was in an unrecognizable location, he looked behind himself and saw what appeared to be a small town or village, complete with wooden houses and a dirt road. It was quite different from anything he's seen before... what is even more curious is it seemed like a couple of random modern buildings that he was more familiar with were also mashed in with the town strangely enough. But Hank did not care enough to pay attention, Hank thought to himself "If I don't run into a grunt that I can take my rage on or get myself a drink I swear..." As if luck was against him suddenly as fast as the wind a strange half-cat woman zoomed by and took Hank's wallet...

...

Taking out one of his guns he kept on him he aimed, and fired... bullseye, despite the woman's speed Hank managed to perfectly hit her square in the head. He then ran over to the woman and began to stomp on her head some more much to the horror of everyone around, before he picked up his wallet again and went back to the town. One of the townsmen, a wolf beastman started to yell at Hank "YOU MONSTER! I DON'T CARE WHAT SHE TOOK FROM YOU NOT EVEN A THIEF DESERVES WHAT YOU DID TO HE-" "Shut up Furry!" Hank shouted as he threw one of his knives at the poor beastmans throat, causing him to start drowning in his own blood.

Upon seeing the carnage several townspeople fleed while the stronger members took their weapons and started to rush at Hank, but he was already on them. They had never been in a real battle before and they didn't know how to fight properly so they were all easy prey for Hank. He ripped off the head of one of them which he then used to bash a few of the others, he then kicked another man in the stomach causing him to vomit up blood before he took the knife he threw at the first man and stabbed him through the eye. He then grabbed the woman he killed and flung her at the crowd of men. The men were horrified as they watched her lifeless body which distracted them enough for Hank to quickly pick them off one by one.

Hank noticed his lack of suitable clothing, so he walked over to two of the men who attacked him, judging by their clothes they were definitely Nevadian, he took off the black coat of one of them and the black bandana of another before finally taking a face mask and a pair of red lensed glasses from one of them. After putting these on he started to wander the town, his mere presence causing people to run away from him "Finally they leave me alone" he said as he smiled.

He eventually found a bar and went inside, only to find the place empty save for a single bartender hiding behind the bar. Taking out his gun Hank said, "You better get out and get my order before I use your head as a stress ball." "What do you want?" The bartender asked as he came out from behind the counter. Hank replied by saying "Give me something strong." Fearing for his life the bartender said "y-you got it boss" and brought out a bottle of ale.

Hank opened it and drank the whole thing down before grabbing the bottle and smashing it against the wall, leaving a large dent in the wood. He then grabbed the bartender's neck and lifted him up into the air, asking "Now what did I tell you about getting my orders right?" "Y-yes sir, t-that's the s-strongest stuff we h-have," The bartender said in a trembling voice. Hank let the bartender down showing a rare case of mercy and walked away. "Damn... if that's the strongest stuff this place has I almost feel bad for you." Hank then took out some paper money from his wallet and put it on the table "Keep the change." The bartender looked at the strange currency all confused, but valued his own life enough to not ask any questions and simply nodded.

After leaving the bar having calmed down Hank finally decided to go on his way before looking at the carnage he caused in his rage. "Hmph... not even a challenge, how disappointing." before continuing on his journey to kill the Sheriff for petty reasons.

Hank was walking through the streets trying to find a vehicle, but the closest thing he could find was... wagons... "What's with all this renaissance festival shit?" Suddenly a light shined in Hank's head "Oh shit how could I forget about this trusty device!" As he pulled out a handy device called 'The Sheriff Tracker.' On the screen was a radar that showed a red beep towards the northeast, so he went back on the road to go after him. After a couple of hours of walking through the sunless land, he got to finally have a few good looks at the landscape, "Never thought Nevada would look shittier than it already is." He said while looking at the strange fusion of forest and desert in the distance along with the mixture of dry and more rocky-looking mountains.

He then spotted something moving in the distance, and as he drew closer he realized it was a car... "FINALLY Something not out of the damn renaissance era." He said as he shot the driver, a grunt, in the head as he took the vehicle and began to drive off.

*Yesterday*

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Minerva shouted as she witnessed the chaos going on around her. She ran into a nearby village to see it in the process of somehow getting fused with strange architecture unfamiliar to her. And if that wasn't confusing enough, there were Sperm Whales and Gigantic Marshemelows falling from the Sky. "Could this be the event caused by the improbability drive that Echidna told us about?" Minerva thought to herself, suddenly she looked up and saw the sun dislodge itself from the sky and land in a location far away from her... then suddenly the sky went dark, and Minerva was once again confused.

Suddenly she turned and saw a villager who pulled out a pipe, and all of a sudden a giant marshmallow fell from the sky and crushed his legs. "GAHHH!" The man cried out in pain as Minerva watched the scene unfold in front of her eyes. She then decided to take action, leaping up into the air Minerva dropped down on the man and attempted to use her authority of wraith to heal and save the man's life. She punched him, and hearts started flying around like usual... but she felt like something was wrong "W-why is he healing so slowly...?" She asked herself as she attempted to punch the man again, the effect barely picked up... and it seemed as though the man was beyond saving now "W-whats going on? What's happening to the soul of the world? Is this the effects of the improbability drive?!" She asked herself as she began to feel sick.

She looked at the man once more and noticed that he had no pulse or heartbeat. She checked his neck, but there was nothing. "N-no way! No way is he dead! Why!? How!?" Minerva fell to the ground in defeat "I-I was always able to s-save a life with my authority... I don't know why... I can't do anything..." She sobbed as she kept punching the man in vain in an attempt to heal him.

The Witch of Wraith... feels truly defeated.

"You can't bring him back..." A mysterious figure said as he approached Minerva, and she turned to look at him, he was a tall man with long hair and a bald spot on his head, he had a short beard and a pair of shades... what was curious about him was the strange halo above his head. He then extended "My name is Jebediah Christoff, but people call me Jebus..." Then Jebus proceeded to take off his shades revealing his black and red eyes "And I'm looking for a man named Hank."

Hank is once again on his petty quest to kill the Sheriff... after driving in his stolen car for a couple of hours following his Sheriff tracker he began to get rather annoyed with the lack of blood and action. "Damn this is boring." He then looked towards the radio and turned it on 'DJ BIRDY - CHICKEN DANCE' flipped on "Finally at least something!" He thought as he put the car in gear and drove off. However Hank could tell something was off, as he looked behind him he noticed two trucks following close behind him, and as he looked back he could see the trucks enough to tell what was written on their sides was the letters 'A.A.H.W'. Hank smiled as he saw it and said "Finally some action!" He saw two agents get onto the roof of the trucks and take aim at him, so Hank stepped on the break of his car and jumped out landing perfectly on the roof of one truck, face to face with two Agents.

The first Agent aimed his rifle at Hank and pulled the trigger, but Hank dodged the shot and grabbed the agent's wrist, pulling him off balance and throwing him into the second truck, where the second Agent took the opportunity to shoot Hank. Hank however rolled away and fired his gun, hitting the Agent square in the chest and knocking him off the roof. The Agent hit the road and splattered on impact. Hank then ran to the other side of the truck and jumped up to the roof of the other truck. He aimed his gun at the Agent and fired, but the Agent dodged the bullet.

The Agent tried to grab Hank, but Hank ducked under the Agent and slammed his fist into the Agent's face causing his head to be knocked clean off. Hank then went inside the truck and confronted several Agents, "Heh never knew grunts could have fashion sense" Then all of the Agents began to rush at Hank. Hank dodged them and opened fire, but his gun jammed. He then threw it at the Agents, who picked it up and continued to rush at him. Hank however grabbed the Agents arm and threw him at another Agent, causing both of them to fall out of the truck and onto the ground below. Hank then used his strength to throw the remaining Agents against the wall of the truck, bending the metal walls of the compartment. As the Agents struggled to free themselves, Hank grabbed a nearby shotgun and pointed it at the Agents. He then pulled the trigger, blowing their heads apart.

Then Hank broke into the front of the truck, "WHAT THE HE-" the driver said as hank threw him through the front window causing the grunt to land in front of the wheels of the truck, getting run over, as Hank took the wheel and once again sped off.

Hank pulled out his Sheriff tracker and realized it was broken in his fight "Damn it!" Hank thought, "*sigh* I guess I'll just keep driving northeast... I wonder what that damn Sheriff is up to."

After half an hour of more driving, Hank could see what looked like some lights and hard bass music coming from in the middle of a walled village, he picked up a pair of binoculars on the shotgun seat and could see two grunts guarding the gate. "Hehe, he's probably hiding in that trashy-looking town..." Hank thought, "Time to bathe in the blood of that damn Sheriff." Then Hank turned off the lights of the truck as he started accelerating towards the gate, intending to ram it.

One of the grunts was smoking a cigarette before a second one came out to them "Got an extra?" The second grunt asked, "Yeah, sure thing," The first grunt reached into his pocket and handed the second grunt a cigarette, "Thanks, man." "No problem," the first grunt said as he lit his cigarette and exhaled smoke. Then Hanks truck met its mark and broke down the wall and instantly killed the two grunts.

Hank got out of the truck and walked into the town, where he could hear the music, cheering, and screaming intensify. As he went into the town he saw a large building that had a sign that said "Club M" on it. Lots of the more medieval humans simply stared at it in confusion as they've never heard such sound and music before. "What is that place?" Some of them asked innocently. Hank just avoided the staring and non-grunts as he walked in. The first grunt facing away from the front door was smoking a cigarette while another was guarding the door down the hall. Hank snuck behind the first grunt using him as a human shield as he gunned down the second using a silencer equipped Uzi, then killed the smoking grunt. Hank then opened the door and went further inside.

Next Hank snuck went into another room where there were several other grunts, each with their own set of guns. Hank shot them all dead, with ease and took a rifle from one of them, switching it to full auto mode. Entering the next room more runts came out and Hank began shooting them down, reloading his rifle and shooting again. He quickly ran out of ammo, as one grunt hid behind a vending machine... Hank simply used his superior strength to flip the machine onto the grunt. Then he grabbed a katana and a sub-machine gun from the floor, before stabbing the last grunt in the room, lifting him in the air, and shooting him in the face.

Next, Hank moved into the next hallway and started going downstairs where more grunts waited for him. Hank jumped up to the ceiling and fired a grenade at the grunts below him, killing them all. He then dropped down and started firing down at the grunts, killing most of them. Before finally entering the club... disappointingly the Sheriff was not there, instead of seeing a large gathering of partying grunts... and at the DJ Booth was something Hank did not expect... it was a familiar Clown wearing a grey slab mask, playing music and dancing with the crowd. Hank looked around and noticed the sign that said "DJ Tricky" and figured this must be the DJ. "How the hell is that clown alive?" He thought to himself. "He should be dead... oh well guess I get the joy of killing him again." He said as he shot the zombie clown in the head... earning the attention of all the grunts in the club..."GUH HAHAHAHAA! GOOD TO SEE YOU CAME BACK TO SEE LITTLE OL' ME!" The clown said as he got up, showing two bullet holes that pierced his mask and head. "BUT YOU'RE GOIN DOOOWWWWNNN!" Tricky continued making two thumbs down, now the entire club of grunts was upon Hank while Tricky simply continued to play his music. Hank began slashing and shooting, cutting and blasting through the horde, one grunt upon seeing the carnage, stood still "I'm not getting paid enough for this." He said as he lit a cigar.

Hank finally made his way up to the clown holding his Katana at his face saying "Before I kill you again tell me where the Sheriff is!" Tricky laughed while raising his hands and said "AWWW! You didn't come all this way to see me?"

Suddenly the roof got burst down... the rubble fell onto the smoking grunt bashing his skull in as a group of knights came in before pointing their blades at Hank "HALT VILE FIEND!" Hank sighed and said "These god damn clowns." "HAY!" Tricky said in an annoyed tone while Hank just annoyed him facing the group of Knights... the center knight continued "WE ARE HERE TO AVENGE SIR GILES VAN ASTREA!"

"That asshole? It's his fault for getting in the way of my target!" Hank replied. "Oh well, more bloodshed for me to enjoy."

The knights charged at Hank who easily dodged and then proceeded to slice the first knight's head off with his katana. He then jumped back to dodge another attack and sliced the second knight in half.

He looked around and saw a few more knights coming towards him so he began dodging and slashing them one by one. The last knight managed to stab him in the arm but Hank was too fast and swung his blade around slicing his head in two.

As he stood there looking around, he saw what appeared to be a knight that was hiding behind a wall and he walked up to it. When he did, the knight grabbed his leg and pulled him down. Hank went flying through the air and landed on his back.

The knight straddled over him and pulled out a dagger. Hank rolled away from the knife and the knight raised his sword to strike.

Hank took the opportunity to roll under the knight and grabbed his ankle. He flipped him over and put him in a headlock. "If you tell me how you know of me I'll spare your life. But if you don't..." Hank said as he twisted the knight's neck briefly. "Y-you killed Giles Va-" "Aside from that! How did you learn about me."

The Knight formulated a plan in his head "I'll tell him the truth... but once he lets me go and turns his back I'll strike... I know it's dishonorable, but it's for the good of the world and avenging Giles."

The Knight spoke up "A man... in a strange hat...in the capital... he told the King about you..."

"So that's where your hiding..." Hank said under his breath before looking at the knight "Oh yeah I said I'd spare you right..?" Hank formed a terrible smile under his mask "So guess what Nerd... I'm going to spare you... from a painful death" "WAI-" Before the Knight could say anything Hank quickly snapped his neck killing him instantly.

Hank looked around the room and noticed that the smoke had cleared up and everyone was gone. "So now I just gotta find this capital right?"

Hank took a moment to catch his breath and check himself for injuries. He found that he only had a few minor cuts and bruises and a bit of blood dripping from his mouth. He wiped it off and continued searching.

Meanwhile Tricky standing up from the smoke watched Hank leave... before shrugging and playing DJ Birdies Chicken Dance

And he danced...