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

The 0ne Gunman and Four Thugs

[ HENRY'S POV ]

4 HOURS BEFORE PRESENT DAY...

The Police Station is nothing short from annoying, it's the worst, it makes sense why nothing ever gets done in this town. The people at the top are clearly incompenant. Over a hour, I had been waiting in the reception to report the T.R.U.T.H. for what it had done, and yet no luck. Not that we had much to report but if I could just explain that we don't think the Reality Pill could actually work, then maybe? I weren't really sure, it was a long shot one that probaly wouldn't get us anywhere. Even the trial with Patina didn't do us anything for our case, simply showed us a side effect that weren't expected.

I scan the dingy room once more - there didn't seem to be anyone at this place at all.

'Anyone I need help,' static rings through the room as a caller phones in. I run over to the recption to find a walkie talkie, clearly where the voice had came from.

'This is Dark Falcon, what's your problem?' I answer holding the device up to my ear. There's silence for a brief second and then it comes back louder than before.

'51 st East Woodwork Street - someone has a gun! We need help, I need help,' before he even can finish, I'm gone.

3 1/2 HOURS BEFORE THE PRESENT DAY...

One person with a gun was an understatement by far, five people may have been more accurate. Atleast I was already suited, atleast I had my shield, but that didn't mean I was indestrectable. I was feeling quite the opposite. Firstly, get the guns away - they may not all have guns - but hopefully if I can take away the weapon hopefully less casualilities. The main thing keep your head, as soon as you show weakness it's game over. The bodies around was difficult to shrug off, there weren't many around 6 wounded or worse, but it seemed that many others had evacuated the market street already. But being stuck in a crowd of the dead isn't something I was prepared to face. And this situation really didn't make me want to join them.

'I need everyone to drop their weapons, let these people go now,' I shout trying to sound as confident as I can given my less than desirable circustances. Instead of a response, a bullet whizzes past me followed by screams of running people.

The nearest one charges at me, luckily she does not have a gun, but does go straight in for a punch. A predictable move but fuck she's strong as it catches me on my shoulder as I try to get out the way. I don't have time to fight one by one, it's risky because the others are loose, however they aren't doing anything. As I carry on fighting, I notice that the other gunmen are waiting at the side as I'm being beaten to a pulp. Why on earth would they be waiting? At the same I'm happy, because it means they aren't intending to hurt anyone but me, and that isn't such a happy thought.

'Night Hawk, I need you - 51st East -' I can't even finish my sentence as I'm punched square on the nose, causing blood to seap down my face. That's enough of that, I need to work faster, I pull out my zapper shotting it contionusly into the lady's chest. Eventually leading to her crumpling to the ground.

4 left - 4 too many.

'Blake, where the hell are you?' I cry as I corner two of the blokes. Already I'm tired as we repeat the same tango we did before, the predictable moves with hard force - it's weird though they all seem to have the same moves, it all sees too familiar. Like with the thugs that attacked Jasper and I around a month ago, they all used the same techinques. I sweep my leg down as I had then knocking them both over before zapping them rapidly.

The other two are already coming my way, and this time it includes the gunman. As the first guy goes in for the punch, I decide to knock him instantly with my shield, causing him to fall to the ground, his nose also bleeding heavily like mine - atleast that one was easy.

'Bye bye, Dark Falcon.' A bullet hits off my shoulder as the final guy continues to aim towards me. It may not have hit me because of my force field power, but I can't guarenntte that trick will work forever. I raise my shield as I move forward carefully to avoid his aim, despite there not being anywhere to hide. With one quick move my shield gets knocked to the ground, and as the guy gets closer, I can see his wide smile, the same one everyone always seems to have in this fricking town. I brace myself for impact as I try to reach for my second zapper attached to my belt, but for some reason his body crumples to the floor as a bullet swoars through his head.

My heart is in my mouth, as I scan the dyscfuntional world around me. And there's Blake opposite, his gun lowering. I want to be mad that he's late or that he just killed that guy, but most of all I'm relieved, he saved my life.

'Henry?' His voice echoes across the heaps of the dead and injuried, as he slowly paces towards me. I can't talk, I don't want to talk, nothing I will ever say will be approaitate in the admist of this massacre.

'Hen?' I'm weak, I know that for sure. Maybe Blake can face this sort of thing, but I can't. I really can't. I go to spreak but my voice chokes as I fell myself fall to the ground. The brunette kneels down to join me pulling my numb blooded body into an embrace.

I don't think I could ever get used to death.