Hank Miller
12 years ago, New York City
Hank walked up to an apartment in a suit and tie. He was wearing jeans but he didn't have money for real dress pants. He had spent his remaining funds on some flowers and a Ring. He was going to propose to Sarah tonight, they had been dating since he got out of Juvy three years ago. He had to do this tonight though, his unit was getting deployed in two days.
Hank was about to knock when he heard the scream from Sarah's father, Hank's lawyer. "Don't you talk to me like that little girl!" Hank heard a thud from the door. Hank forced open the door to find Sarah on the ground, her father standing over her, his fist had blood on it. "Hank, get out of here, now." Sarah's father told him. "Now! Unless you want to land up behind bars again?" He was drunk, anyone could tell that. Though Hank had locked eyes with Sarah, she was scared, her face was bloody. She mouthed 'Help me'.
Hank looked back at Sarah's dad. "Now!" Hank slowly turned around and started to walk. "Hank... Please come b--" "Thud!" "Shut up!" Sarah's father screamed. Hank could hear her crying, he let go of the door and walked back in. Sarah's dad looked back at Hank "What the fuck do you think you're doing kid?" He spoke. "Leave... leave her alone." Hank stuttered, but he was determined to help her. "And what are you going to do? You can't do shit, you're still on probation. Now leave or you're next."
He turned Back to Sarah who had stood up to run to her room. "Get back here!" her father screamed. By the time her father caught up to her he froze, Hank turned him around with a bloody pocket knife in his hands. He kicked the man down and jumped on top of him, stabbing him over and over. "You enjoy this!? You enjoy peoples pain!?" He kept stabbing the man in the chest over and over until their was more blood on the two then surface for it to be on.
Hank stood up, the bloody knife in hand. Sarah was scared, not scared of her dad, scared of Hank. "I'm... I'm so--" "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Sarah screamed as she ran from the apartment. Hank was now alone, standing over the corpse of the only person stupid enough to defend him.
Now, Kilo Point ruins
Hank grabbed his phone, not many people had his number, even fewer knew who's number it was. Hank picked it up, it was Mithias. "I'm fine, just blowing off some steam. Though you may want to get out of Kilo point, I have Fergus's old toy in the back of Tony's truck here." He laughed a bit.
Hank put the phone on speaker as he kept working. "This this doesn't have the same kick it use to but it will still level what ever's left of this shit hole." he took the tarp off the back and started to set the device.
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