[Hank x 2Bdamned] • A Madness Combat Oneshot Book

≈ Why's It Hurt? I Did What I Was Supposed To Do! ≈

Angst ifit isn't ovipus (the video up top has nothing to do with the chapter but i animated it and it's madcom soo)
Also ik this is madness combat but CW/TW : death of loved one and breakdowns (and uh, s-ic-de)

[Third POV]

Hank stared down at the shaking shadow on the floor. Everything was going by as a blur.
'It attacked me. It came from behind me. I can't trust it.' He thought over and over.
The body was limp at this point.
Probably cold, though nobody wanted to test it out.. or.. 'anyone' there at least.
It was just Hank looming over the still life, wondering if when it turned light he could see who or what it was.

Big. Big mistake.
Nevada's 'Sun' if you can even call it that anymore, it was more of just a red haze that brightened the sky enough that it could be called daylight.
It shun through the cracks of the boarded up windows, making the room glow with its broken haze.

There it was.
He got what he wanted, he saw who he killed.
Sprawled out on the floor, covered in a pool of his own blood.
The smell of iron filled his senses after he ignored it for so long.
Had he really?
Was he hallucinating?
Or was that the familiar shaped and colored black and white striped Mohawk his partner had.
What about the distinct shaped shirt?
The broken goggles laying beside him? Was that his or his victims?

The light finally grew bright enough to where it was clear about who it was.

Hank fell to his knees.

'It couldn't have? Right? Right? RIght? RIGHT?? PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE TRUE.'
Hank gasped for air he couldn't get. He felt like he was suffocating. He really wanted to. Anything but this.
'It's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my... fau  u lt.'

Hank reached for his hand gun that was in one of his pockets. He checked the magazine.
Full.
Halfway there, almost back with him.
Cocked back.
Pointed.
Clicked.

The harmonic ring of a gunshot rang through the air, a thud of a body falling right after it.
Right next to the originally cold, dead body.
Right next to each other.
Just like how they'd want it.

SORRYFOR IT BEINGSO SHORT!!!AA ITLLY WNATED TO WRITE AN ANGST AND I RLLY HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO FOR IT