Hello there!
My first fan fiction in 2021 w
I would like to apologize if there's a lot of mistakes regarding the grammars and words that have been put there( English is not my main)
Hope you guys enjoy it
SOMEWHERE IN NEVADA…
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Deimos is chilling out on the sofa, a lighted cigarette was on his mouth, causing the smokes forming above the closed space. Meanwhile, Hank was at the front room table away from the smoking area, tinkering around with his firearm components.
The warehouse that they currently resides in was a bit far away from AHHW buildings, as they got a couple days off until further notice. Well, almost all of them, as Sanford had to take in a solo raid mission at one of the AAHW building for resources gathering and slowing down whatever the agency are having in store for the infamous Hank J. Wimbleton.
It's not like Deimos worrying about Sanford or anything, he know that Sanford could handle it all alone. It's just that not going outside more often starting to get to him. He was jealous that Sanford could go somewhere, although it was for mission purposes while he needs to stay inside and do whatever he wants to fill the gap of emptiness in the hole.
But slowly, the bored feeling inside of him is getting stronger as day passes. It also doesn't help that it has been two days since the last time Sanford has left the warehouse. This stressed out Deimos even more as there's no other grunts that he could interact to, and don't get him started with Hank, the said grunt can only talk- if he wanted to- about types of firearms and ways of killing grunts in a very boring way possible for all he know.
Speaking of Hank, it seems that the man himself also does seem restless as well, considering how many days off because of less suitable mission that had been prepared for them. Sure, many days off is good for certain people who really wanted to take a break from their careers, but too many days off could also make them craving for some 'fun', especially for the one who likes having a bloodbath not from their own poured down onto them everytime they killed someone.
Creak*
Deimos' head perked up as the front door of the warehouse opens up. His mouth forming a smile. It must be Sanford, he thought.
The door opens a little more as a silhouehette of a grunt enters the building.
It wasn't Sanford.
Instead, it was their other comrade whose names' known as 2BDamned much to Deimos' dismay. However, something felt off as he took a glance at him.
Deimos and Sanford always jokingly called 2BDamned an old man based on his wise thinking and behavior resembling that of an old man although he was just a year or two older than them. It seemed that he could be called as that in this situation.
He hunched forward. Just after he entered, he almost slumped over beside the door. His face was covered in sweat, like he was just after going on a very long walk around Nevada. His facial expression didn't help either, showing signs of worry and stress even though with his goggles and mask almost covering up his face.
Deimos rushed over to him, whereas Hank followed soon after notices it.
" Doc? You alright there?" Ask Deimos worriedly.
Hank helped him to stand, lifting him up by his shoulder, while Deimos goes to the kitchen to get a chair for him to sit.
"G.., go get my communicator." Doc said, his voice getting raspier as he let out dry coughs. "I need to speak to Sanford,"
Hank patted his back gently as Deimos arrives with a chair from the kitchen. He then gestured Deimos to get Doc's communicator.
They didn't know why Doc needed to talk to Sanford during his still occuring mission. Whatever it is, chances that Sanford might be on his way back to their warehouse, having finishing his mission.
Soon after he got the communicator, 2BDamned then proceeds to stand up, making an 'if you excuse me' gesture before walks off through the hall.
"Doc?" Deimos said." Hey- where are you headed? We could carry you there!" He exclaimed.
2BDamned went silent while walking. Then, he mutters, "My room." , indicates to an operation room where he stayed and do some stuff inside of it. Despite the dread still seen across his face, 2BDamned seemed to not care about it and proceeds to the said room steadily, although his pained body says otherwise.
Hank and Deimos stood there, not moving an inch. They both stared at each other in confusion, then back at the hallway where Doc had walked off.
Deimos puts his hands over his hips.
"Sheeessh, ..not even a 'Thank you Deimos' for helping?" He complains.
To which got Deimos a slap at the back of the head by Hank.
Slap*
"Oof!"
"Thank you Deimos." Said Hank.
Sanford was now at the rooftop of one of the AAHW base.
The mission he assigned for has accomplished neatly, but his job wasn't over yet.
He sits on the front edge of the rooftop, right below where the entrance to the base was.
He grips firmly at his signature weapon: a hook on his left hand.
He then waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Eventually not too long after that, there's a bike coming towards the base. A grunt getting out of the bike holding a parcel of some sort is heading towards the door to the front base.
You could do, Sanford thought to himself.
He swung his weapon about two to three spin before yanking the hook down towards the target at a fast pace.
It, unsurprisingly, hit the surprised grunt right at his back. The grunt struggles to get the hook off, but his hands couldn't reach it, no matter how hard he tried.
Sanford then yanked up the rope forcefully, bringing the grunt up to the rooftop.
A loud scream can be heard at the top of the base, but unfortunately for the poor grunt, no one can hear him. All of them are already dead inside of the building.
Sanford takes off the hook from the unconcious grunt and put his pointer and index fingers to the grunt's neck. A small pulse was felt. "Still alive. Good," He whispered. He then proceed to put the grunt into a large plastic bag which had small, tiny holes that allows the grunt to continue breathing inside the bag. Then, he carried the bag by his shoulders and went downstairs straight to a truck. He puts the bag behind the truck, along with the gathered resources, starts the vehicle and leaves the building.
"Okay, Doc. I've got what you wanted. I hope he's the right one." Said Sanford. He pulls up his communicator and checks out the message that he got from Doc hours ago. The message reads:
2BDAMNED: WHERE ARE YOU?
2BDAMNED: BRING A GRUNT.WANT HIM ALIVE.TEST PURPOSES.
2BDAMNED: DON'T FAIL ME.
Once Sanford enters the front door of the warehouse after two tiring days on the mission, he is greeted by Deimos jumping from the sofa towards him.
"Sanford!" Deimos shouts happily.
"Hey buddy, nice to see you too!" Sanford hugged his best friend. Sure enough some of his sweat has now stained onto Deimos' shirt.
After a short session of hugging, he then told Deimos to take the resources that he got back at the mission from the truck along with Hank. Deimos fairly nodded then goes outside, while Hank was already on his way to the truck as he is already at the front door. Sanford watches them two as Deimos stick his tongue out in annoyance as Hank mumbled something to Deimos.
"Those two," He chuckles.
He then proceeds to go to the operation room- Doc's room- bringing the plastic bag which contains the unconscious grunt with him.
Minus Deimos and Hank, Sanford could feel that he still yet known 2BDamned very well. He doesn't know why Doc needs the grunt, let alone the reason on why have to ask him capture one even.
2BDamned could've just told Hank, Deimos even to get him one considering it must've been a long boring day without missions left for them. But for some reason, he gave it to Sanford to bring it to him, heck, even have to bring the hostage straight up to his operation room.
Sanford admits, 2BDamned is a grunt who he couldn't understand. There's a lot of mystery looming around this one particular person. He was hoping that maybe making a small conversation between him and Doc could open himself up a bit more. Plus, it's been a long while since they had the last conversation together.
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"Doc, I bought you the grunt. What now?" Called Sanford. He had just arrived in the operation room, but 2BDamned is nowhere to be seen.
The room is dark, with no any bright light source except for the dim to no lights glittering around the room.
Yeah, another list for a thing Deimos needs to look at, if he knows how to fix electric light properly, Sanford not sure.
He narrowed his eyes, scanning around the dim room. Eyes looking around for the said 'doctor'.
Then, his eyes fixated at the center of the room.
The examination table. With the dim light hovering above it.
2BDamned is- was- there.
And he doesn't look good.
Sanford shouted.
"Doc?!" He then hurriedly goes to the fallen grunt.
It's safe to assume that 2BDamned had passed out under the examination table. His face shows the signs of immense pain. For what reason Sanford didn't know. Carefully, he lifts up Doc's body by the shoulder. Then it struck Sanford.
Something's off.
For some reason, he couldn't feel any weight on Doc. Whether if it was because he's the second heaviest among them all or if it was because of the recent mission that he went into, it doesn't matter. He couldn't feel Doc.
Come to think of it, 2BDamned's body is limp once he lifts it up, as if he was just a sack of a rag.
"That's strange," He quietly murmured.
To test it, he lift up 2BDamned up high by his both hands. Doc's gonna be mad at him for sure.
He's very light.
Very, very light.
That shook Sanford right to the core. Because of that, he accidentally puts down Doc, causing him to fall the ground in brute force. Ouch.
Sanford then mumbles an apology.
He leans closer to Doc.
From the angle, 2BDamned's face fell on front, while his butt was on the top; Something that Sanford would like to chuckle about with Deimos later on.
He then quietly throws a question. "Doc? You okay there?" Of course he doesn't, you beef-jerky!, he scold himself in thought.
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……, no response.
Sanford was about to panic.
Then, a warm hand touches him behind his shoulder.
"Sanford, what are you doing?"
There it was, that familiar tone of voice that he knew and yearn to hear coming out from the other's mouth, although upon closer hearing the voice has a little bit of a wispy- background to it.
Doesn't matter, Sanford felt that he had let out the breath that he was holding in his throat.
2BDamned better had an explanation to the things that he saw just then.
Sanford let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, Doc. You really scared me there. Very funny-"
He stare over at the figure behind him.
His eyes went wide behind the shades.
It wasn't Doc.
The figure behind him was pitch black, almost the same colour as a shadow. Both of its red eyes gaze right onto Sanford's, piercing through Sanford's soul.
The gaze he was familiar with.
The Auditors' .
Before Sanford could even react, he got knocked out cold by the figure and fall on the floor with a thump.
He had just woken up from the sound.
He couldn't see anything.
Where he had been taken to?
Just a second ago he heard a sound like someone falls off to what he could thought of as a concrete coming from outside.
He needs to get out.
He tries to peel off the plastic bag from the inside by widening some of the tiny holes with his fingers. It worked, and he got showered by the darkness from outside for a second before slowly able to see his surroundings in the dark, empty space.
Once he manages to get out of the bag, he scans around his surroundings.
He then stops, alerting his gaze to the two things that he sees in front of him.
The first one being the examination table where he saw his 'kidnapper' seemed to be unconscious and fall on the floor under the table. Beside him was another grunt which he didn't recognize.
The second one being a pitch black grunt-like figure who seems to start noticing his presence. And it didn't look very happy seeing him escaping, as a tint of small black fire starts to ignite on its head.
Just as the grunt about to rush off to the front door of the room he sees in panic, the figure fast approaches in front of him, trailing its way to the grunt like a fire being trailed to the target by a long source of oily substances.
The grunt shivering violently as the figure slowly looms over him.
"Where do you think you're going?" It says.
The grunt tried to scream, but no voice comes out of their mouth.
The operation room went silent for a while.
Sanford opens his eyes.
He clearly didn't expect to be sitting on a chair after he seemed to be falling on the floor which he still remembers.
But more importantly, he also didn't expect to see 2BDamned in a black sleeveless shirt, the one he worry about before, to be bandaging his hand with white clothes. Upon further inspection, it seemed that his chest has also covered in bandages as well. Beside him was a movable table which had a tray on top of it, containing some of the bullets covered in blood.
2BDamned is awfully quiet during the wrapping. Usually, when it starts to become very silent for him, he will spills out some conversations that he could think of for him and either three- Hank, Sanford and Deimos- of them and it would end up either wholesome or embarrassing for the latter.
Both of them went awkwardly silent for some time until finally, the start of the conversation occurs.
"You really need to stop taking the bullet shots to your chest, Sanford." 2BDamned commented. His tone is a bit harsh, he sounded angry. "You know it took me a longer time than to operate your body whole,"
Bullet shots.
The bullets covered in blood.
Did he had passed out due to the pain during his way to the operation room?
Come to think of it, Sanford didn't even bother about the pain an inch when he arrived at the warehouse. Maybe he had forgotten about it, he don't know.
Oh yeah, Doc had just talk to him. Better reply back.
His voice croaked, "… maybe, I guess-"
"Sanford for god's sake!"
Slam*
2BDamned's left hand slammed on the tray, causing some of the equipment to fall down on the floor, making a clinking sound as it fell.
Sanford flinched, almost causing him to fall off from the chair.
2BDamned, realizing his mistake, sighed and took the equipment back into the tray. He mumbled," Sorry, it's just… today's not a good day for me."
Sanford flinch a bit more at the word. "I can see that." He replied.
2BDamned continue to keep bandaging Sanford's hand. It's gonna take a while as his hand are pretty much a bit beefy.
He clicks his tongue. "At least you came back in one piece. Not like the other guy."
Yeah, Sanford knows who the other guy is. Literally.
"Well, speaking of the other guy, I had brought the guy you need." Said Sanford.
"Yeah, thank you Sanford," Reply 2BDamned, unimpressed by it. It Might be because he's focusing on wrapping Sanford's hand.
"What do you want to do with him, Doc?" A question from Sanford.
2BDamned looked over to Sanford before looking back at the wrapping. "You don't need to know, it's for test purposes."
Sanford slightly nodded. Then, something clicked on his mind.
He leans forward to 2BDamned's face, surprising him a bit and caused him to stop wrapping for a while.
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"What?" He asked.
"You know I had a dream,right?"
"Everyone had a dream, Sanford. What are you on about?" 2BDamned ask again, frustration clearly visible on his face. He looks back on the bandaged hand.
"I dreamed that I entered this room and found you on the floor. You almost look not very much alive, Doc!" explained Sanford.
2BDamned blankly nodded, hearing what Sanford wants to say while continue wrapping Sanford's hand.
He continues, "You didn't weight anything, Doc! Then, a hand touches my shoulder, and I heard your voice. I turn around and… and.." Sanford stops of his tracks.
2BDamned has finished bandaging the arm. He raise his head slightly over to Sanford. "And?"
"..And then I saw him. The Auditor. He look a bit different, sure, but he still looks scary and such. Then I got knocked out by him." Sanford ended his story and turn his head over to 2BDamned. "I'm afraid if he ever gonna come back and fucked us all up again, just like what he did to Hank, to me, … to Dei.."
Sanford's lips trembling, as if he didn't want to remember back that moment where he saw his besties the moment he laid his eyes upon his corpse.
2BDamned sighed. He patted Sanford's left shoulder. "That's a nightmare, Sanford. He won't come back, I guarantee it for sure. We knocked him up cold last time, there's a chance that he won't try to bother us anymore. For now." His voice sounded calm and assuring, enough for Sanford to quiver a small smile on his lip.
"You know Doc, if I have an X-ray power or some sort, I wish I could see your glad face a bit often." Said Sanford. He know that although 2BDamned's faces all covered up with mask and the googles, he sees a tiny hint of a smile on him.
"Good." 2BDamned immediately replies.
He take Sanford's hand and lift him up from the seat. Then he led him up to the exit of the operation room. He lightly patted Sanford's back several times before finally opens up the door, showing the hall on the other side.
"One more thing," Sanford turns his head to 2BDamned. "Do not try to expose your chest to the bullets often again, or I have to force you to wear a bulletproof vest the next time you're on a mission."
Sanford nervously laugh at Doc's warning.
He then enters back into the operation room, which has Sanford notices something.
He frowned.
He turns back towards the hallway and starts walking.
Huh.
That's new, he thought to himself.
Well, he better remember to ask 2BDamned about the new scar on his back the next time they meet.
