A thing pertaining to Madness Combat

-(Mel gets got)-

Ayo I had to get something out so this book wouldn't die,, I'm hella nervous on making a fanfic though
Note: this ain't a ship, just a lil backstory to Mel

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"Oh fuck.. I have to fight him now..?" Mel was watching someone on the CCTV cameras kill several agents and engineers, worried that they'd be next. That someone was Hank Wimbleton, the man Mel was supposedly against, as they're in an agency specifically against him, and the two dissenters.
"Yes, he's very formidable, but I believe you have a good chance to take him out. You're one of the elites after all." An engineer said, trying to reassure Mel. They weren't only worried about themselves being Hank's next target, but they didn't want to fight Hank at all. Mel saw him as an inspiration, the very reason they joined the AAHW, to interact with him, regardless if they got mortally wounded.

And damn, did they get wounded.

As Mel made their way to Hank's location, they got a sudden surge of anxiety, that they may fail this important task.
I can't let the agency down, but I don't want to hurt Hank.. Worst thing to happen is I die, but that's not anything important.. Shit, I dunno what to do.. but I'll try regardless.

The door slid open, and Mel saw Hank as he ruthlessly sliced an agent's neck. He suddenly looked up, and he saw Mel. They stared at each other for a second before Hank shot at them, the bullet flew past their head as they narrowly dodged the shot. He realized he wasn't supposed to kill Mel yet, as they were needed for interrogation.
"I've found them." Hank said as he was reloading his Deagle, and Mel was a bit hesitant to get any closer, as they knew he had a melee weapon on him. Mel pulled out their wasp knife in case he'd get too close. Hank started unloading his Deagle at Mel as they deflected or dodged the bullets. They were nervous to attack him, and he took this to his advantage as he pulled out his dragon sword.
Ah fuck. I knew I should've brought my katana..
Close combat ensued as Mel desperately blocked as many attacks as they could, it seemed to go on for hours. But once Mel reacted a split second too late..

His attack made contact.

Mel quietly whimpered as they tried to get away from Hank, their blood soaking through their clothes. He saw the fear in Mel's eyes, them tearing up as they tried to stop the profusely bleeding wound in their chest. He stared at them as they quietly sobbed, and he pulled out a rag doused in chloroform. Hank approaches Mel as they desperately tried to flee the room, their blood smearing on the floor as they slowly lost their strength from blood loss. He forcefully brought the rag to Mel's face, and the last thing they saw was Hank's red goggles before passing out.
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Fuck bro