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

Dark Falcon

[ HENRY'S POV ]

2 MONTHS TO THE PRESENT DAY...

'Move aside Captain Man and the Danger Force - there's two new heroes in town: Night Hawk and Dark Falcon. Dystopia's newest crime fighting pair!'

The news dialogue in my ear piece fades away as the reporter talks about last night's crime success. The static fills my head as I run through the street, trying to cut my way through the adoring crowds. It's around midday, perfect time to bring down injustice - and there in front of me about 5 metres ahead is Destroyer. It's the third time I've gone after him and I can't let him disappear again on my watch. He was caught for robbing a high class clock shop nearby but he's such an idiot he's gone back to the same one about five times.

'Hey Hen-' The static is shit but I manage to make out Blake's voice at the end, 'I'm closing in for the drop, you get him into the next side street okay?'

I respond as I quicken my pace to cut the distance between us, and I think he now notices. He turns a left - a dumb move - into the exact alley where I want him. My heart pounds as we near by favourite part of the job, and I follow the Destroyer into the dead end. I keep my hand firmly on my zapper as I pace slowly forward.

'You're at the end of the line, Destroyer, it's time to make you into rumble.'

'Ooooo, nice one, Hen,' Blake laughs through the static. I turn back to the cowering criminal, who has backed right against the fence searching the sky in paranoia.

'Please Dark Falcon, have mercy. Do anything! Send me to jail, just don't send him in!' He screams as I start to zap him in the legs with my weapon causing him to slowly fall to the ground. And there's the signal as a screech sounds through out the city. Citizens turn towards me, towards us as Blake glides in with his large black mechanical wings accelerating his landing. He crashes beside me, gives me a quick smirk before turning to the criminal. His wings remain open as electrical pulses burst from the inside showering down on the Destroyer before us. The pain seems unbearably as his numb body thrashes around on the floor - then there's silence. At first I was very opposed to the idea but according to Blake it deterred crime on a whole new level, and it not like it's permanent. So far it had worked so we carried on with that method, I chase and corner, but Blake does the final shot. Why question something that works?

 A cheer rings out from the people behind us, as we run off leaving the cops to pick up the trash.

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'There must be a simpler solution - it was perfected over 3 months ago, I just don't get what went wrong!'

'Maybe there was a flaw to it, like they never actually fully tested it out on humans. Maybe that's why it didn't work. There was also the issue with the stolen trials, that did put us months behind!' 

As I walk up to the door of our apartment, I can hear Charlotte and Jasper both pleading with what sounds like Dr Desilva on the line. Not my personal favourite person in the world but it's not like I can complain about their employer. I try quietly to open the door, the bag of 'leftovers' in my hand and half drunken coffee in the other. Pushing the door open with my hands I'm greeted with absolute silence, as the two carry on with their meeting. Charlotte quickly taps away on the glowing screen imbedded in her arm, while Jasper slurps away from his smoothie.

'I've got leftovers, guys,' I mouth over throwing the bag down on the side before perching on top of the kitchen counter, as my eyes focus upon them. Jasper shushes me down while Char carries on subtly annoyed.

 So, I do have to admit since taking upon the job with Blake, my relationship with the others has been anything but welcoming. of course, it doesn't help that they don't know and clearly their success at their new job doesn't really help either. See, they just think I was stubborn, refusing to work at the T.R.U.T.H. and then deciding to destroy all my desires to do good by accepting a job at the local bakery . Which couldn't be further from the truth - and it weren't like I weren't getting us an income either. Blake paid me  five times what I would ever earn at a bakery from the funds he received from the Mayor. But yeah it didn't help my friends thinking I was a quitter and a school drop out.

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It took them another three hours before they ended the call and joined me in my room. It was too late to go out for drinks but I still hoped we could hang around even if it was just for a while. Jasper slumps himself next to me on the bed while Charlotte sits legs folded at the end.

'Thanks for the cakes - literally, the best,' Jasper says stuffing food into his mouth, spilling crumbs on the sheets, 'also did you hear the news this morning?'

Of course, he means what I think he means, yeah I heard the news Jasper, I lived it. Charlotte gingerly picks at the cake while talking.

'Yep, looks like Swellview isn't the only one with superheroes-'

'More like vigilantes,' Jasper spits out laughing.

'Literally no class whatsoever -'

'Thee Night Hawk and thee Dark Falcon, such lame names -'

'Like knock off Batman villains -'

'Woah woah woah, I stammer holding up my hands, 'What do you mean? Don't you think they're doing a good job?'

'Well they have nothing on you Kid Danger, but they seem reckless like with the whole electrical pulses - that's dangerously stupid!,' Char says rolling her eyes over at Jasper, who scoffs before nearly choking on his mouthful.

'What I mean is if people knew that T.R.U.T.H. is going to help them, then maybe people wouldn't be so hung up on heroes like the Night Hawk -' She catches herself abruptly and begins to take interest in the cake she was nibbling at. The tensions there, more than they know, because Char doesn't realise that if you don't need people like the Night Hawk. You don't need people like Captain Man, and then you don't really need me at all.