Hanko goes on his first mission.

 Hankolijo slowly opened his eyes to see himself slowly drifting forward. Unable to move his head, Hank decided that he was in a capsule, since he saw them neatly stacked across the long and high hall he was being brought through. This was the intro to Half-Life 2! Hank could hear, even see G-Man in his head: "Rise and shine, Mr. Lijon... Rise and shine... The..." "Wrong man in the wrong place, yada yada yada. I know the drill, just throw me off onto a train and let's to this shit already." G-Man stopped abruptly and didn't continue, Hank seeing a silent slide-show of past events. Hank couldn't help bu laugh. He had glitched out the intro. There was a loud scratching sound, and Hank found himself strapped to a chair in a brightly lit room. There was nothing but an iron table with a fluorescent lamp set atop of it, a camera in the corner of the room and a 'mirror' on the wall. Seriously, why the fuck to they still use that shit? People know what's behind it anyway. Hank waited patiently and, a few minutes later, a man came in, dressed in an expensive suit. He had slick, brown hair and a dotted tie. He walked up to Hank and smirked. "You sure fucked up, didn't you, Lijon?" he spoke in a voice, too smug for anyone's liking. Hank grinned back. "Sp did you..." Hank lit the blue flames on his arms, immediately burning away the straps and melting the chair. "You strapped me to a fucking chair. And that's it?" The armrests were now nothing but a deformed lump of melting metal, Hank moved his arms back slightly, melting the chair and burning all of the straps. The man in the suit backed away, a look of pure terror on his face. Hank stood up, nothing restraining him anymore. He heard several thuds and muffled voices from the 'mirror', but didn't care for them. He walked up to the man who had now backed up into the corner. Hank gave him a quick smirk and shut his flames off. The man shook for a moment before trying to speak: "Th-h-an-nk y-" Hank grabbed him by the neck and whacked his head against the wall repeatedly, leaving a small bloodstain on the white concrete blend. Hank then lit up the purple flame, launching this bastard up, up into the camera, shattering both the device and his skull. Hank then turned back and saw large, seemingly concrete slabs drop down from the ceiling, blocking the wall with the 'mirror' and door. Hank stepped closer and began to blow all of his flames at it, noticing a new, red flame. He didn't care, he just kept blasting all he got.
 Hankolijo had made a decent crack in the area he believed the door was located. He stretched for a moment and prepared the biggest ball of purple fire he could conjure, holding it in both of his hands, aiming at the exact right spot... And then he released it. The flame crashed through the concrete and metal, causing the two men that were standing behind the door to turn into nothing but a mass of flesh, mashed organs and blood. Hank stepped through the rubble, his arms glowing in blue flame, a strange gleam in his eyes. Hank turned his head slowly to the group of men in SWAT uniforms on his right. He then smiled, changing over to the red flame. Tim to try it out, is it not? Hank blasted the flames at the group. Where ever the fire hit, their bodies turned to blood, gushing all over the halls and each other. The few of them that escaped where screaming in terror, trained professionals running away like scared children. But Hank just laughed. If it was still hank. Gacko seemed to have passed out somehow, and Hank... He had full control over his body. he knew that he was doing fucked-up shit. But he... wanted to. So he did. He walked through the corpses and blood, puddling on the ground. One of the soldiers was still on his dying breath. Hank crouched down by him and laughed some more as he blasted the man apart, covering himself entirely in blood. Hank swept through the halls, murdering whoever came in sight. If he would still have his sanity he would take note of the familiar layout and environment- he was at the Pentagon. Hank slaughtered whoever came in his path, he was riddled with bullets but kept going, it seemed like every kill fueled both his powers and his insanity, leaving nothing but havoc and death behind him.