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“No! Hank, stop.” Jeremiah screamed seeing the kind beast that had saved him fall onto the ground clutching his arm in hot blinding pain.
“Please.” He whispered feeling the pain burn through him
“Heard a rumour you could regenerate. Best finish you off quick.” Henshaw lined his gun in aim with his face steeling himself for the blast and the pain of death J’onn closed his eyes.
“Stop. He's a good man. He's a good” Jeremiah got cut off by Henshaw turning around and punching him so he flew across the room
“He's not a man.” He screeched once again lining up the gun. Jeremiah wasn’t moving there was no hope. None at all.
Closing his eyes he welcomed the darkness. Waiting for his spirit to re-join his family, under the guidance of H’rommer.
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“Team ultra, report to my location NOW!” Henshaw roared inti his comm standing over the for now unconscious Martian and bleeding Jeremiah.
Seeing his idiot troop stumble out he started to screech at them about their idiocy and stupidity they had taken far too long.
“Shall we order an emergency rescue for Danvers and detain the prisoner?” Vasquez the most reliable recruit asked
“No. Danvers there shall be detained for treason. As for the Martian take him back to headquarters and keep him under the utmost tight security.” Henshaw barked chaining the monster with high damage level iron.
“Yes sir.” They all knew never ever to question his orders he was an unforgiving man.
“Now get to it.” He dragged the Martian away not being careful at all around his wounds not caring at all.
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J’onn blinked his eyes opening he first noticed the pain throbbing in his arm before noting that he was sprawled on the ground. Lifting himself up delicately not touching or leaning on his left arm. Pulling himself up he stood up his hand still against what seemed to be a glass wall.
“You’re not getting out anytime soon.” A cold, hard, unforgiving voice sound from behind him. Spinning around giving out a small wince as he moved the injured arm.
Forewing his face trying to translate what the man had said he tried to speak.
“What you want?” He asked his speech clipped whilst slurred in a foreign accent. Seeing the man smirk and come up closer J’onn couldn’t help but back away a little his head bowing ever so slightly.
Suddenly a voice entered his head. You’re a Manhunter for H’rommer’s sake. You. Do. Not. Bow you’re head to an equal.
J’onn lifted his head not moving back nor forwards waiting for what this person wanted. He tried to pry but found that a sharp pain filled his head making him reel back forgetting his arm he bumped sending another shock wave of pain through him.
“Painful isn’t it? Well guess what, that pain isn’t going anywhere. Monster.” He snarled walking towards him
“I dealt out that. I defeated the most powerful being on this earth. Know my name and shiver in fright when you hear it. For no alien gets the better of Hank Henshaw.” He walked away stalking out like a peacock that had just fanned it’s brilliance of feathers.
J’onn sat down trying to think and make sense of what had just happened. Half of this strange langue he couldn’t understand but by the body langue and the hate on his face he could only guess at what he was saying.
Well I deserve such hate for not saving my family.