Just A 'Coincidence' (Madness combat X reader)

My Prey [Chaser Hank]

Pain, everything hurt all over as you laid on something that felt hard like rocks, the air was stale and hard to breathe in. Opening your eyes to see a reddish black sky, chains and floating rocks filled it. Were you dead? Sitting up slowly as pain shoots down your back to your tailbone, making you gasp from the sudden jolt. Scanning around the area, you see nothing but rocks and chains, fear tingles in your chest as you get up carefully until you're on your feet. Wrapping your arms around you as a breeze flowed over your skin, making you shiver, starting to walk without a set destination in mind. Reaching the edge of the land you were on and looking over it, not seeing a bottom to anything, and it scared you.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab the back of your neck as long clawed hands wrapped around your throat, with its index finger against the bottom of your lip. Feeling something pressing against your back and a cold breath pushed your hair as a deep voice spoke. "What are you doing here, little rabbit?" The male growled, you slowly tilted your head up, looking at the man...or what is a man with black glasses over his eyes. Exposed white shark-like teeth and his head was wrapped up in gauze that was somewhat leaking black goo that trailed down to his mouth. You opened your mouth wanting to speak, but his grip tightened, cutting off your air, causing you to choke a bit.

"You do not belong here" He growled as he suddenly picked you up off the ground and held you away from the edge of the land with his one hand. Your hands came up and clawed at his larger one, struggling and kicking your legs as you choked and cried against him. A dark laugh escaped his mouth as he grinned, "How about we play a little game? A simple game of cat and mouse, find the exit and you'll live. If I catch you, you're mine." He tilted his head as a platform opened up under you with a cracked black hole waiting for you. Without speaking a single word from him, you were let go from his grasp and fell into the hole.

-----------

Memories blurred all together the more you ran from him, it felt like weeks had gone by since he dropped you down into the hole. Building after building, you explore and fight your way through the many agents who try to slow you down to be caught by Chaser. You ended up learning his name when you heard a group of agents speaks together near a temporary camp you had set up. At times, the agents wouldn't acknowledge you nor even speak, as if they were nothing but idle robots. At least it gives you a chance to breathe and rest your aching legs.

However, this time you came across a hole that wasn't blacked out, it was hard to see, but you can make out something at the bottom of it. Backing away and about to move around it, you heard a few agents rapidly approaching with guns drawn. Cursing to yourself as you backed up a bit before leaping into the hole with a held breath of fear. The group stopped by the edge, and they lowered their guns, not daring to even tread down to where their masters' headquarters, you had a death wish.

When you made contact with whatever you landed on wasn't soft, it was wet and made multiple sick crunching sounds. The light from the hole above shined down, poorly illuminating the spot you were on, your hands wandering feeling over the strange cold squishy feeling until you met contact with something. Pulling up whatever this was as your breath went still meeting a still pulsing heart in your palm, it was still pumping blood as it stopped moving in your hand. A scream erupted from you as you dropped the heart and shuffled away from what was under you, causing you to fall down a pile of that something and onto the rocky floor. Quickly getting up and dusting off your body in a panic as if there were bugs crawling all over you as you saw what you truly landed on. It was a medium pile of bodies, bodies of all the same person, Hank J. Wimbleton, and on top of the bodies stood a throne made of black and gray with a wine glass on the armrest half empty.

Realization came across your mind as you held a hand that wasn't covered in the crimson liquid of the many Hanks over your mouth in fear. This was HIS domain; you need to get out as fast as you could before he realized you're here. Looking around, you saw a workbench with a mass of a variety of guns and weapons aligned to the wall in a neat fashion. Running over and grabbing a rifle off the wall and looking it over before flicking it off of safety. When suddenly you feel that same shadowy presence behind you, he's here, and you know he's not happy. Whipping around with the gun pointed at him, he made no sudden movement when you pulled the trigger.