Madness oneshots and hcs (requests open)

Violence-a little bit of Hank backstory (headcanon)

Author's Note:The first part of this takes place in MPN, the other half is a flashback
CONTENT WARNING:PHYSICAL ABUSE

Hank wiped his blood stained sword on his pants, which were already drenched in blood. Behind him, Jeb swung his sword and killed some more Nexus Core agents. The two had reluctantly joined forces to take down Project Nexus and Phobos. Jeb watched his new ally closely. How come Hank was so....eager to kill? Their pleasure in killing was....animalistic. It was like looking at an entirely different specimen.
As the two polished off the last waves of Nexus Core goons, they advanced onwards towards their goal, killing a few more groups of Nexus Core agents who blocked their progress. Jeb continued to study Hank's way of fighting, the way they ripped apart their enemies like dolls. After a while, Jeb couldn't keep the question in the dark any longer.
"Hank?"
The mercenary looked over as he slit an agent's throat.
"What caused these violent tendencies of yours?"
Hank stared at him
"What made you a murderer Hank?"
Was Jeb just imagining it, or did Hank tense up at the question?
The mercenary ignored Jeb completely, continuing to slaughter the oncoming opponents. "Hank, did you hear me? Why are you so cruel in your ways?" Jeb asked, more forcefully this time. Hank ignored him again and focused on the task. Jeb shrugged, well, looks like he wasn't going to get an answer, but little did he know, he'd resurfaced some awful memories from Hank's past

~~Flashback time~~

It was freezing, but Hank didn't have a jacket. He just rubbed his arms together and held them close to his body as he walked into his house, hoping his dad wasn't in a bad mood.
Who was he kidding? Dad was always in a bad mood.
"HANK!" A voice bellowed. Hank flinched at the sound and watched in terror as his father stormed towards him. "Where the fuck were you?!" He demanded, his eyes flashing with fury. "I was....just on a walk..." Hank whispered, fear building up inside him. Please, just leave me alone he thought. Hank's dad grabbed them by the throat. "You're a lying little scumbag, I bet you were calling the cops on me, weren't you?" Hank's father growled. Panic began to sink in. "No, no! I was just walking around town! I promise!" Hank begged.
His dad ignored him "any minute now those damn cops are gonna rock up here with their superiority and their fancy fuckin badges, asking me all sorts of questions, and it's all gonna be your fault!" Hank's dad roared. He raised his hand and slapped Hank across the face, hard. Hank cried out and fell over, hitting the ground with a thud. Their dad towered over them, fists bunched up, ready to throw a punch. "Dad please-" Hank's words were cut off by a sharp blow to the jaw, followed by many kicks in the stomach and a pinch on the arm. Hank knew that fighting back would only make it worse, so he just lay there as the blows rained down, leaving bruises along his body.

~~Flashback over~~

Hank stabbed the agent through the neck, shoving the awful memories away. They found it funny, how they had sworn not to be like their father, but then became more violent than he ever was.

Author's Note:I made up this HC because a sign of physical abuse is aggressive and violent behaviour, and that would kinda explain why Hank's so violent.