Henry Danger Oneshots

Dark Danger 4

On instinct I quickly drop mug and launch them over my shoulder into the stairs. I hear the pottery shatter against the ground.

I hear Charlotte gasp in shock of behind me. I quickly turn to see who I hurt.

I look hesitantly only to see Rai sprawled out
on the floor.

"Rai are you ok?" I ask.

"Ya, I'm ok." He says but without his childlike enthusiasm. His voice is laced with worry.

I hold out my hand to help him up but he finches back.

I take back my hand quickly. He was scared of me. I made a indestructible person I'd known for five years scared of me.

"Henry, I-'' Rai starts but I've already found my water bottle and I'm on my way back to the punching bag.

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Rai's Point Of View

My heart broke as I saw Henry retreat to the gym. Why did I have to flinch? He didn't mean to react that way.

Charlotte helps me to my feet. I look at the door way Henry had just flew out of.

"Rai, you didn't mean it." Jasper reassures me.

"But I did. When he flipped me over, I was scared. He's not the same anymore. The look in his eyes though, when he saw my fear. He looked so hurt." I admit.

I see Charlotte look at me with sad eyes.

"Well, what can we possibly do?" Jasper asks.

"I think the only thing we can do is help. Charlotte, Schwoz, Jasper, you need to find Z n' N headquarters. I think the only way to help him finally get over this is to destroy the source. I'm gonna go change into workout clothes."

"Why?" Schwoz asks.

"I'm going to train with Henry." I reply.

They nod.

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Henry's Point Of View

How could he really be scared of me.

He knows that I can't help it.

Maybe I can help it.

Maybe I could have stopped myself from being thrown over the bridge.

Maybe I should of fighter harder against the currant.

Maybe I could have snapped myself out of the trance.

Maybe I could have stopped myself from killing all those people.

How could I, a crime fighter sworn to protect the innocent, kill the innocent?

Maybe I deserved what happened.

"Henry?" Rai called.

I turn around to see him in sweatpants and a tank top.

"Hi." I mutter.

"So, what are we doing?" He asks.

"What?" I ask.

"Training, what are we doing?" He asks again.

I stare at him for a second before replying.

"Punching." I state.

"You've done enough punching, haven't you?" Rai asks.

"Eight hours of it." I reply.

"Then let's do something else." He suggests.