Henry Danger Fanfiction: A Parent's Love For Their Child - 11. Stronger Than Capture
This chapter is dedicated to the flying aceling. They are a big fan of this story and have helped me with it more than once, so they deserve a shout out and a big thank you from me. Without your help, this story wouldn’t be possible, so I cannot thank you enough!
I am sorry for leaving this story for so long, and I will try to post more chapters this week.
EPISODE: Toddler Invasion (a highly requested episode, I might add)
WARNINGS: KIDNAPPING, NON-CONSENTUAL DRUG USE, AND VERY MINOR VIOLENCE
Disclaimer: I do not own Henry Danger or any of the characters or anything that you recognize.
“Seriously, Ray, you just had to make me come back for your blaster! It was your blaster; why didn’t you come get it? And how could you forget your weapon, anyway? Last week, he forgot his pants and now his weapon… what’s next? His entire outfit?” Henry ranted to himself as he marched into the Man Cave.
Ray had forgotten his weapon… again. He seemed to forget something every time there was a crime. Last week, he forgot his pants. Yes. His pants. He didn’t even notice until Henry pointed it out, and since Charlotte and Jasper weren’t working at the moment and Shwoz was shopping for some tools at the hardware store, no one could bring it to them, and Ray refused to leave his sixteen years old sidekick alone while said sidekick was spying on potentially (more like definitely) dangerous criminals, so he sent Henry to return to the Man Cave for his weapon while he continued trailing the criminals.
Henry stormed across the room to grab the blaster, walking past a gigantic gift basket; Henry didn’t pause at the sight of the woven basket or the ginormous teddy bear or the candy and other treats the gift basket held. Gift baskets were common, coming from grateful people they had rescued or their families or just adoring fans of Captain Man and Kid Danger; a gift basket, even a huge one, wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary in the Man Cave. He continued on his way until he came to the console, and he rummaged through the drawer where Ray always kept at least one weapon, and as his hand wrapped around the handle of the weapon, something whizzed past his ear and embedded itself in the wall inches from Henry’s head.
“What the-” Henry muttered, but he was interrupted by purple gas suddenly curling out of the end of the dart that had stuck itself in the wall.
Henry didn’t intend to breathe the strange substance in, but his mouth opened in a gasp as the surprise of the dart’s sudden appearance and the strange gas that now rolled in front of his face. The gas was sucked into his lungs through his open mouth and his nostrils, which detected the scent of lavender and honey and other relaxing smells that made Henry so… so tired.
Henry blinked, yawning, as he felt his knees tremble and weaken, crumbling as they were unable to hold his body weight for another second. His knees hit the floor with a dull thud, and he slumped forward onto the console. His head rested in the crook of his elbow as his arms barely managed to support him and keep him from collapsing fully to the floor of the Man Cave. He could feel his eyelids drifting closed, and he fought to keep them open, a fear burning in his heart that if he fell asleep, he may never wake up.
“Well, well, well!” a nasally voice shouted, extravagantly.
Henry would know that annoying drawl anywhere, even on the brink of unconsciousness.
Henry’s eyelids fell shut, despite his attempts to keep them open.
When Henry came to, he was distantly aware of an exhaustion set deep in his bones, and he barely managed to pry his eyes open, reaching to grasp his aching head.
“Ray!” he groaned. “Charlotte… Jasper! Ray!” he repeated. He wanted his parents, his sister, his best friends, but he found himself wanting Ray most of all.
“Quiet, kid,” the all too familiar nasally voice of the Toddler wormed its way into his brain, and Henry rolled his head to the side to find the man child staring down at him.
Henry, despite his desire to fall back into slumber, forced himself to look around, and he found himself in a room similar to the Toddler’s original playroom, the one where Henry had officially become Kid Danger what felt like a life time ago. The only difference was the room was much bigger with more toys, and Henry was lying on some kind of cot, his head supported by pillows decorated with stars and crescent moons and a baby blue blanket pulled over him.
If Henry didn’t know any better, he’d say the Toddler was taking care of him, but considering said man child was a villain and had kidnapped him… a pillow and a blanket weren’t going to make up for that.
“What do you want?” Henry rasped, his throat painfully dry.
“Don’t worry, Kid Danger. Your big brother will be here soon to save you,” the Toddler mocked. “In fact, you’ll get to see him here in a few minutes… if you’re still awake. But before we can call Captain Man, we need to show him I mean business.”
Henry didn’t like the sound of that, and he was right to be afraid as the Toddler rammed his hairy knuckles into Henry’s face before slamming the same side of his face against the wall as hard as he could. Henry cried out as a dizziness overtook him, and he felt a bruise developing on the left side of his face, and his disoriented mind vaguely wondered how he was going to explain that to his parents before the dizziness intensified and an awful nausea rolled in his stomach.
The Toddler walked away, but he returned only a few seconds later, and Henry forced his eyes to focus on the sippy cup in the Toddler’s hand.
“Drink,” the Toddler ordered, and Henry shook his head, clamping his lips shut. He didn’t know what was in the cup; the Toddler wouldn’t kill him. Henry was still dizzy and in pain, but he had gathered that the Toddler needed him to act as bait for Captain Man. But that didn’t mean the drink wasn’t drugged; the Toddler had already drugged him once.
The Toddler banged Henry’s head against the wall once more, and this time, Henry felt a slow trickle of blood stream down from just beyond his hairline until it streaked down in an uncomfortably warm river to stop millimeters above his chin. Henry gasped, and the Toddler forced the sippy cup into Henry’s mouth, only for the stubborn teenager to spit out the liquid before he could even taste it.
The Toddler sighed, and he leaned forward to pinch Henry’s nose with one hand and cover Henry’s mouth with the other hand. Henry’s eyes widened, and he began to struggle, but the Toddler was stronger than he looked. Henry held out for as long as he could, but at some point, his aching lungs, which burned from lack of air, grew increasingly desperate, and he knew if he didn’t get a breath soon, he’d find himself back in unconsciousness.
“Are you going to be a good little boy now?” The Toddler questioned.
Henry needed to survive until Ray got here… which meant complying.
“Good. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.”
Henry wanted to be snarky and say “What are you going to do? Spank me?” but he resisted the urge to do so. He needed to survive, and he already had a head injury. He knew the Toddler could do a lot worse if Henry just gave him a reason. Henry needed to survive.
The Toddler held up the sippy cup. “You can drink it willingly or I can force it down your throat. Your choice.”
Henry had already been deprived of oxygen once; he didn’t want to choke on a drink, too.
Henry snatched the cup from the Toddler and took a sip… apple juice. He should’ve known; that was the Toddler’s number one drink. Henry continued sipping at the liquid while the Toddler set up some kind of monitor while keeping a sharp eye on Henry; Henry would surely be caught if he tried to pour the drink out or hide it in any way.
Henry felt himself grow even more exhausted and knew he’d been drugged; he wanted to ask the Toddler what drug could work that fast and this effectively, but he was too tired to even open his mouth. He felt paralyzed with exhaustion; the only thing that moved were his eyes, which darted back and forth in a half asleep stupor, and his eyelids, which fluttered weakly.
A soft click sounded as something came up on the monitor. Henry didn’t think much of it at first until the Toddler said something that made Henry force himself to roll his head to the side and glance at the monitors:
“Hello, Captain Man,” the Toddler sneered.
“Dang it, kid, what’s taking you so long? I’m lucky I had your blaster, or I would’ve been toast,” Ray yelled as he walked into the Man Cave, only to stop in his tracks when he found the room empty.
Captain Man frowned as he crossed the room, and he found a drawer open with his blaster inside. Okay… so Henry had been here, but where was he now?
Captain Man grabbed his blaster and glanced up, his frown deepening when he found a strange dart sticking out of the wall. It looked almost like a pen with a needle attached, and the end of it was open.
“What on earth?” Ray muttered as he plucked the dart from the wall.
A soft click sounded as the monitors came to life, and Ray’s eyes found the screen, which instantly filled with a live video of the Toddler.
“Hello, Captain Man,” the Toddler sneered.
“Toddler,” Ray spat.
“Let me guess,” the Toddler mocked. “Looking for your sidekick?”
Ray’s eyes widened. “What did you do to him?” he demanded in a voice as cold as ice. If his tone unnerved the Toddler, the man child didn’t show it.
“Oh, he’s right here,” the Toddler responded, turning the camera to face a small cot where Ray’s sidekick lay, a bruise quickly developing on one side of his face, a cut trailing sticky blood down the same cheek with the developing bruise.
Ray cursed. “You better not hurt He- my sidekick more than you already have, or I swear I’ll lock you away in a prison so cold and horrible, it’ll make Alcatraz seem like a playground.” In a moment of rage, Ray had almost slipped and said Henry’s name, and he barely caught himself.
“I didn’t want to hurt him,” the Toddler replied, almost casually. “The bruise was just to show you I meant business. Kid Danger would never have gotten that cut if he didn’t decide to be difficult.”
“R-Ray!” Henry cried out, and Ray felt his heart skip a beat as Henry called his name. Henry wouldn’t slip like that, so…
“What did you do to him?” Ray demanded, not even caring if his true identity was revealed at this point.
“Well, in your hide out, I used that dart in your hand to knock him out. It was filled with some sleepy time gas that knocked him out almost instantly. He came around a few times, but he never stayed awake longer than a minute or two, and when the drug finally wore off, I gave him a different drug,” the Toddler answered.
Ray felt his skin drain of color as fear for Henry’s health set in. There was a reason people said don’t use drugs, and these drugs were used in Henry’s kidnapping. The Toddler probably wouldn’t care if the drugs hurt Henry or not.
The Toddler noticed his expression.
“The drugs won’t cause permanent damage,” the Toddler added. “At least in the doses I’ve given him, but it would be super easy for me to give him just a little bit too much…” The Toddler trailed off, menacingly.
“Ray!” Henry screamed again, and he sounded so scared and so confused, it broke Ray’s heart.
The Toddler’s permanent scowl deepened. “The drugs make him horribly confused. I don’t know who this Ray guy is, but he’s been calling him for the past hour. Too bad he won’t see him again if you don’t hurry, Captain Man,” the Toddler sneered cruelly before the video ended.
Ray didn’t feel any happiness about his secret identity staying intact; he only felt concern for Henry, his best friend, his sidekick, the child he’d never had.
In a flash, Ray was flying up the tube, his expression more determined than anyone in the town of Swellview and beyond had ever seen it.
Henry was extremely out of it. Everything was blurry, and none of his thoughts seemed to be making sense. For a moment, he even thought he was in the Man Cave before the truth crashed over him for a brief second before it was chased away by the drug-induced confusion.
“Ray!” Henry cried, desperately, his throat hoarse from crying out for the man he saw as a father.
“Shut up, kid!” The Toddler snarled, finally fed up with Henry’s weak and frightened calls. “Or I’ll duct tape your mouth shut!”
The drugs were only just beginning to wear off. Henry was still beyond confused, but at least he was awake now, if not completely aware.
He heard a rattle nearby like a cage door being slammed open.
What happened next happened too fast for Henry to process it. One minute, the Toddler was smirking and then he was screaming as strong hands threw him across the room. One minute, the Toddler was laying in a dazed heap on the other side of the room before he was gone, fleeing through the open door as another voice (Henry couldn’t bring himself to recognize it. He felt like he was hearing everything from underwater) said something that clearly frightened the Toddler. One minute, Henry was alone on the cot and then familiar arms were wrapped around him. One minute, Henry’s vision was sickeningly blurry, but then, his vision came into focus, and the blurry blob cleared until he saw Ray’s face gazing down at him in concern. One minute, Henry was terrified, but then, he saw Ray, and he wasn’t scared anymore.
“Ray,” Henry murmured (he refused to admit he whimpered) as Ray clutched him tighter, and Ray smelled like strong Cologne with the dull scent of grass and laundry detergent and the sharp scent of ozone and campfire smoke that Henry had associated with Ray since they first met. To most people, a combination of these smells would be disgusting, but to Henry… Ray smelled like home.
“Henry.” Henry had never heard Ray sound like that, so weak and vulnerable and caring, and he wasn’t sure whether or not he liked it. Henry could feel Ray shaking with relief, and Henry wrapped his arms around his boss to reassure Ray that Henry was okay… because of Captain Man.
The minute Ray calmed down was the moment Henry broke. Maybe it was because he’d been trying to be strong for Ray, and the moment he was sure Ray wouldn’t break if Henry wasn’t there to hold him, Henry had his own turn to break down.
“I was so scared,” Henry sobbed into Ray’s chest, inhaling the smell of his best friend to ground him, to remind him that he was safe, that everything would be okay.
“I know,” Ray hushed. “But I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. Never again.”
Henry knew it was childish, but he was still feeling the confusion the drugs brought and he’d been through a lot that day, so he held out his pinky finger.
“Promise?” Henry mumbled in a shaky tone.
Ray smiled and hooked his finger around Henry’s. “Promise.”
Ray held his sidekick close, keeping Henry warm and making the boy feel safe as he wiped the blood from Henry’s head. As Henry fell back into a blissful sleep once more, Ray lifted Henry off of the cot and walked out of the Toddler’s lair without looking back. The Toddler had gotten more than he bargained for when he messed with Captain Man’s side kick, and he realized that very quickly the minute Ray burst through the door, tone low and petrifying, eyes burning with a loyal, protective kind of rage, like a Mama Bear protecting her cubs… or like a parent protecting their child.
From that day on, only the most daring criminals dared to mess with Kid Danger, and the few that did regretted it. Before anyone could blink, every criminal in Swellview knew better than to mess with Captain Man’s sidekick.
Thanks for reading. Once again, I apologize for the long wait, and I will try to be back as soon as I can with chapter 12. I have, like, 50 ideas for chapters, so I need to get working on it.
I hope you have a nice day, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I think it’s been my favorite one to write so far.