Henry Danger: The T.R.U.T.H about Dystopia Vol 1

Night Hawk

6 MONTHS TO THE PRESENT DAY...

[ HENRY'S POV ]

Blake knew his way around Dystopia really well - he jumped, scrambled and run his way in through the streets. I followed behind trying to keep up with his clearly perfected movement of getting through the once bustling crowds. The night was setting and I knew I was most defiantly not going to be home in time for an night out, and there was the matter of my phone ringing like crazy in my right pocket. The city was defiantly a lot bigger than Swellview and a lot bigger than I had originally thought. We had got an apartment in the middle of town and where Blake was leading me was to the outskirts, so yeah, a lot bigger than I thought.

'Wait,' he grinds to a stop as we approach a dead end. I scan around our environment and I realise that I'm utterly lost with no clue to where we are, 'We're here.'

'Where?'

He smirks and places a singular hand against the wall.

'You'll see,' there's a low rumbling noise and several high pitched beeps as the bricks underneath his touch begin to glow green, as if scanning his hand. Slowly the brickwork moves amongst the wall revealing a thin entrance where Blake's hand used to be. I stand there - I can't help but stare. This isn't what I expected at all, I thought he was taking me to a fight club or a karaoke bar, but not this. Whatever this is.

'Hey Hen - ' I look up as he gestures to the dark entrance before going in, and I can hear his voice echoing down the tunnel, 'I'm about to blow your mind!'

It makes sense now all of it, the sudden interest he gave when I made a foolish promise on national live tv and obviously the mad park core skills. Because apparently Dystopia already did have a hero and his name is Night Hawk.

'Actually it's more like vigilante, hero's too difficult to live up to,' he calmly says as he shuts us into a large room. It's actually pretty spectacular for a base especially since this guy is only barely my age, and appears to be running it all by himself. Unlike the Man Cave it's not quite as refurbished with no particular colour scheme or high class gadgets, but there is on the other hand possibly a hundred or so computor screens covering the walls, as well as a massive lab in the middle. My gaze drops to the nearest draw - guns and a lot of them.

'Crime gets violent here, sometimes the best solution is the permanent one.' Even though I see his point I can't help but shudder. Throughout all my years of crime fighting I never wanted to actually kill someone, the thought of having blood on my hands scares me. I can't turn into a monster.

'Dystopia's a dangerous place, Henry, the cops simply can't keep up. You've been here long enough, you've seen the crime. The last thing this town needs is more cops - they're all the same: corrupt,' he goes to a computor screen and swings in away from the wall revealing a tiny compartment. 'It needs people like us, just like you said it needs someone willing to put their life down for this city. It needs someone just like Captain Man and Kid Danger.'

I feel him pause as he meets my eye -

'Only better.'

He lets this hang in the air as he brings out to cylinder boxes filled with glowing orange orbs. I feel my heart beat faster, my mind races, as if I'm hooked on the adrenaline within my veins. Blake plucks a single orange ball out, places it straight in his mouths and starts chewing. This couldn't be actually happening, right? It brings back so many memories making me feel like the same confused 12 year old back in the Man Cave when Ray revealed himself for the first time.

'You're... You're Captain Man!'

'That's right, Henry!'

It's so similar like with the bubbles, the base, everything, but yet it somehow feels so different. I'm older, like I can actually stand my own fight, because now I know what I'm doing, now I know what I'm getting into. I've been through hell and back to get to where I am today, and from now on it's all or nothing.

He tosses the second container over to me, as he transforms into a dark blue armoured suit with baggy bottoms and a high turtle neck. The centre piece - a pair of circular green framed glasses upon his face and a long matching cape draping from his shoulders. Without a moment of hesitation, I open mine and start chewing the gum.

'You in, Dark Falcon?' Blake holds out his hand, smiling widely over to me.

The transformation's quick, as I appear in an identical outfit just in a deep khaki green with one long thin lense with a thick frame covering my eyes. And of course no cape. It feel like home. No it feels better, it -

'Feels good.'