Ray and his family sat peacefully in their living room. His mother sat on the couch as his father rough housed with him, stuffed toys and books scattered about. Ray had just turned nine years of age a few days ago, and he just wanted to enjoy the things every other nine year old did. He wanted to play with his toys and spend time with his parents which he got both of fairly frequently.

As the family played there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be at a time like this?"
His mother, Margaret, asked as she stood to answer the door. As the door cracked open a gunshot fired. Margaret has been shot right between her eyes. Ray jumped and looked towards the loud sound to see his mother's body fall limp. His eyes going wide as his heart sped up.

Rays father, Richard, stood from his knees and stood in front of Ray.
"Go to your room. Now."
He said sternly, Ray listened and silently ran to his room, closing the door to a crack. He backed away from his door, watching it intensely. He heard more gunshots, causing him to jump with every bang. He felt better when he saw his dad was unharmed as he came running into his room, closing the door and running to the window, opening it.
"Ray. You need to get to hank, you remember how to get there right?"
Ray nodded as tears started to flow from his eyes.
"You're coming too, right dad?"
He said, not wanting to go alone even though he knew where he needed to go, his father showing him how to get there many times and at different times of the day.
"I can't. You need to go."
He said, putting a magazine into a 9mm glock. Ray looked at the gun and gulped.
"I don't want to! Please!"
Tears began rolling down his cheeks. Richard had a pained look on his face, crouching down to be eye level with his son.
"Ray I need you to go tell hank. I have to stay here to keep them from chasing you. I believe in you son, please, I need you to do this."
He smiled, causing ray to wipe away his tears and nod a little.
"That's my boy."
He said but what what came soon after was not expected. The door swung open causing Richard to stand up and spin around to protect Ray. "Go."
Was all Richard said. Ray started to climb out of the window before he heard a gun shot and was hit with a liquid. His eyes went wide as he saw his fathers body drop, blood pooling around him. Ray didn't get a chance to look at himself or the attackers, closing his eyes as he jumped out of the window and booked it. He ran as hard as his little legs could handle, never looking back or even opening his eyes as more tears poured.

He soon took a turn down an alley next to a club. He ran up to a back door, banging as hard as he could at it, still not realizing he was covered in his own fathers blood. The door swung open to reveal a large older man who's hair was graying, his eyes were as yellow as the sun and looked harsh until he took in the sight. Ray was sobbing like wild as he hugged the mans leg
"H-hank... m-momma... d-dad..." 
He sobbed loudly as hank picked him up, closing the door and locking it tight. He was a man of few words who spoke with his actions more than his words. He took Ray to get him cleaned up and spoke to him softly
"Ray, what happened?"
He wasn't the best at comforting but Ray trusted this man as much as he trusted his own father.
"They, they came to the house and killed momma and dad!"
He sobbed out loudly, incredibly distraught after watching his parents die.
"Who did?"
"I, I don't know! They wore masks and didn't say anything!"
Hank had a stone face but for once his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth turned to a frown as he gritted his teeth. His eyes looked cold and full of hatred and rage.

"Let's get you clean."
Hank spoke coldly which would make anyone fearful of him, he was very intimidating but Ray simply nodded and hid his face in the blazer of hanks suit. Hank took Ray to the bathroom and helped give him a bath, giving him some extra clothes they had at the base for him and took him to his own room, knowing Ray would not sleep alone.
"Get some sleep Ray."
He said after he laid Ray (who had calmed down) on the bed.

Hank changed out of his suit, ready to go to bed as well, he wore simply a tee and a pair of sweatpants. By the time Hank looked back at the bed, Ray had passed out. The poor kid was completely exhausted from running and crying that he had no energy left. Hank climbed into the bed and fell asleep, thinking about what all had happened and what Ray said he had saw.