Author's Note: This contains Soft vore as well as a bit of graphic detail. If you do not like either of these things, then don't read the following. READ AT OWN RISK!
Hank awoke to the deathly sound of silence He rubbed his eyes furiously, obviously blurred out by the dark. Sliding into focus, Hank found himself in the cell of an AAHW bunker. He was about a mile underground, and was trapped behind bars. The room he was in was a small concrete jail cell with bits of straw and dirt. Outside, the cell was connected to a long hallway, which would have been lit up like a dutch brothel and full of activity. But now, something had happened, and the only light were bits of concrete embers.
Hank had been behind bars for 3 weeks. When first found, he was outnumbered in the desert. Despite his best efforts, the AAHW Elites had rounded
Deimos and Sanford both exchanged glances, smirking. "It's so funny how he thinks he's going to win this," Deimos said cheerfully.
"Yeah. He almost has himself convinced."
"Do you really think the Higher Powers would even acknowledge this? Or even allow any need for this to happen?" Hank asked, struggling to keep his anger in check. Murdering his allies, he figured, would not be a great way to start out his morning.
"Something I've learned in this field of work, Hank, is to never be too sure about anything. Who's to say the Higher Powers won't suddenly turn on you? This is a necessary evil, I'm afraid," Sanford finished.
Hank sighed. "I still say it's ridiculous, but fine." He dragged the small laptop towards him and rested his bandaged fingers on the keyboard. "How do I do this?"
"Well, title it for one."
He grimaced, and started typing.
Deimos suddenly jerked the laptop away. "What's this?! 'My will?' The word 'will' is n