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

What About Tomorrow?

[ HENRY'S POV ]

2 HOURS BEFORE THE PRESENT DAY...

'We're coming back - I just need to pick the proof up from the police station, okay?' My voice falters and I can hear Charlotte sigh through the other end of the phone.

'Just tell Blake to get them - you shouldn't have gone off like that. You could be dead,' She sternly says howver I can almost hear the worry in her voice.

'Yeah okay, next time I won't, but Blake's busy with the aftermath so the least I could do is go get.' The sky's setting around me, and given that it's 10.00 PM it's surprising that it's still that light. See Blake had offered to stay behind to sort out the massacre, treating the injuried and keeping the thugs at bay until the cops had arrived. Meanwhile I was to collect the evidence, the evidence that I had stupidly left in the reception, luckily it was only a short walk. If earlier was any indication, they won't be here till next year, and by then it wouldn't be helpful at all. But as horrible as it sounds, atleast I don't have to deal with the aftermath, that I don't think I could stand at all.

'You still there?'

'Oh, sorry yeah, I was just thinking about what happened, about everything that happened. It just felt so familiar, everything about the city does, as if I know what every criminals' moves are,' I pause just for a second as I make a turn, 'I mean, it was like I had fought against them all before. Like I knew their fighting techniques and everything...'

I wait for Charlotte's reply but it doesn't come. She hung up which is very unlike her.

'You need to leave, it's not safe!' A lady screams running past me, as I turn to face the police station. You've got to be fucking with me. Flames flicker over the building as ash rains down upon us. This can't be real, the world can't be bloody serious. All the evidence we had, the lead we had been working on for the past month all gone because of a simple match. But what annoys me more is that nothing makes sense anymore, the town doesn't make sense. The more I try and solve towards a problem, the more confused and lost I get. One simple job of collecting a crate someow links to the mad doctor Dr Desilva, the biggest drug war in town, the gunmen at 51st East Street and now the fire at the station. The worst part of it is that if I hadn't been at the shooting, I could of stopped the fire, if I hadn't meet Dr Desilva there would be no crate stolen, and therefore no drug war and no reason to start the fire.

What is clear is that someone started the fire to destroy my evidence, because it's like not the station probaly has anything else valuable, it also means that whoever was trying to stop me knew about the drugs. They would know I would abandon it all to save the ciztens' lives , they would know I would try to stop Dr Desilva at all costs because of Charlotte.

A figure in the distance grabs my eye, as I notice Aaron Slade hysterically laughing while dancing  beside the flames near the building. That laughter is so unnerving, so much like Patina's. The drug. The Reality Pill is the problem.

...

1 HOUR BEFORE THE PRESENT DAY...

I came to a panting stop near the brick wall, as I ring Charlotte's number again. We need to get out of here. Now. The entrance slides open, I should of never trusted him all along. I thought everyone else was the villain, but he knows I would never suspect the one person that had given me the opportunity to be a crime fighter again. The lab is quiet and pitch dark just like we had left it. 

'Charlotte! Charlotte! We need to go now!' I fumble my way through the lair to Jasper's side. I squint my eyes and make out his face - still asleep - but I'll have to move him myself. My fingers shakingly remove the IV drip from his arm, as I start to hoist his weight up. He's not light either as I swing his arm over my shoulder, his head flopping down. It's very uncomfortable but it will have to do.

'Charlotte!' My voice is panicking at an insane level as I slip my phone out the pocket. She's probaly already back at the apartment . She'll be fine. She has to be. Fumbling the number in my phone, I make my way  to the door.

'Ray, it's Henry, it's important. The city's fucking insane and I need your help, please bring the mancopter or whatever,' my voice breaks and I can't continue, I should of said something cheesy or nice about how I forgive him or something like that, but I'm too panicked to think. As I end the call, I hear footsteps approach.

'Charlotte?'

'No Henry, sorry to burst your bubble,' the light flickers on revealing Blake as he strides in silhouetted in the light, his hand on a gun.