Post by Safire on Aug 10, 2004 0:04:56 GMT -5
Little fan fiction I started about one of my all time favorite characters, The hulk. Hope you like it. Just trying something new.
Night. Night in the city that never sleeps. New York City, A city of good people and bad people. A city of heroes and villains. A city of hopes, dreams, and yet at the same time a city of sorrow and misery... Where dreams lie in broken shatters. One of the many souls that night was torn. Torn over a darkness growing inside of him. The darkness was part of him, yet at the same time separate. It was agonizing life he led indeed. Yet, suicide he knew was not the answer. All he could do was hope.. For a cure. This was his story... The story of a monster.
A lonely man looking to be in his thirties lay down on the hard wooden dock outside New York City. He looked to be in his thirties, and had a long deep dark brown beard grown on his neck. He was truly pathetic looking. As he lay there looking into the stars and wondering what his fate was other then the darkness in his heart. He then smiled and slowly made out the constellations forming the shape of a women. A women whom he had loved long.. Long ago. His heart was still longing for her. “Betty... Miss Betty Ross... I wonder if you still remember me?” A tear slowly ran down the lonely man’s face.. And was absorbed by his beard.. Slowly He sat up.. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a security card to which he read.. “Dr. Bruce Banner... Head Scientist of A-bomb research...” He smiled. He smiled the kind of smile one might make after realizing the bitter irony of one’s life. He could only peer into the life he once led. He was so happy back then. So hopeful.. Betty was in his arms and he was living a care free life of luxury. Compared to the hell he was consumed in now. Slowly Dr. Banner reached out and dropped the last symbolic item he had of his previous life into the depths of the bay for ever more. “I must move on before... They find me.” Bruce knew the army was still searching relentlessly for him. Thinking his other... Some demonic monster they sought to kill... Or worse make him into a weapon.
With those horrifying thoughts the Good doctor got to his feet, scratched his beard and began moving on. Who knows? Maybe his life would get better? After all it could not get much worse. Bruce continued on, scratching his beard and walking along the docks towards the city. My how irritating it was to have beard! If he could only shave it off! Yet, he could not. He had no money nor access to anyplace he could clean up for now. Slowly Bruce Banner made his way along past a few buildings leaving the smelly fish air of the dock behind. As he left the dock he wondered where he should hide out next? Maybe china town?
That was when trouble came a knock’en.. It started with a light green Volkswagen pulling out ahead of Dr. Banner’s hobo like form and parking in the parking lot. It was not the automobile itself that announced trouble but the way the car was parked! Skidding out, then slamming it’s breaks roughly. It was before to long that Bruce could hear a shouting noise coming from the direction of the car. Bruce Wanted so badly to just walk away.. To leave this mess and look out for himself and himself alone... But He knew it was not the right thing to do.. He had to see if anyone was in trouble, and although he was in no place to really help anyone.. Every little bit helped. Besides he was lonly..
As Bruce walked closer towards the car, he noticed immediately the one doing most of the yelling was male. Caucasian to be precise. He was yelling.. At someone? Bruce could not tell yet but as he got closer.. Much to his shock he found the source of the male drivers rage to be.. A little Girl.
The little girl had short red hair and looked to be only eight years old.. She was crying screaming something along the lines of “Please No Daddy! I’ll be a good girl... I will let you take pictures of me... without my clothes.. Just don’t hit me again!” Bruce Narrowed his eyes as he at last made it to where the apparent father and his child were. He tried to remain calm as he thought of what he should say.. Here he was dressed as a hobo here to help this little girl? Well... Here goes nothing he thought as he spoke, “Um.. Is everything alright Here? Does anyone need any help?” Maybe Everything was just a big misunderstanding? Yeah right like his luck would allow that. He could even now feel his heart beat growing louder.. And his internal demons stronger.. As Bruce banner began to get nervous. The red headed father of the little girl turned sharply and spoke to Bruce. "No.. No one needs help.. And everything is just peachy! So get the hell out of here and mind your own Damn business budie!” Such violence and negativity was in the man’s voice that Bruce almost felt more then inclined to leave. After all he was a VERY big man, With powerful muscles. That was when Bruce looked at the little girl still crying. She was looking at him now.. Her big beautiful eyes... Hoping but not daring to ask for such a simple thing.. Help. Help.. Such a strange word.. It seems to not ask for much yet, to fufill the plea can cost more than most are willing to give.
At that moment Dr. Bruce Banner decided to help this girl no matter what the cost. He took another step towards the man, lowered his hands.. And Spoke yet again. “If your really her father and have a decent soul... you will leave this girl alone. You obviously have done enough to her as it is..” Brave. Brave of him to say.. Stupid.. But brave none the less. At that moment the Girl's father leaped at Bruce in anger, It seemed while Bruce was talking the worthless man had already decided Bruce was going to cause trouble and had picked up a metal pipe which Bruce now felt. For it came crashing down on his head as the man swung it side ways at him. Bruce immediately felt his body levitate into the Air as he was sent soaring several yards away. Needless to say seconds later, the two figures ignored banner’s body thinking him dead as blood began to pour out his nose and mouth. Yet this was not the end of Banner... No Not at all... For he soon looked up. His eyes a sudden green color and his mouth open from shock. He clutched his head as he got to his knees... moaning softly... “Errrrrr.... I said....... Leave her...... ALONE!!” At that roaring moment both the girl and her father stared at the man they taken for dead in both shock and horror.....
For a startling change began occur with Dr. Banner’s body. Unwittingly they had unleashed a monster once more upon the world. The other side of Bruce Banner. The side he tried so desperately to be rid of, the side that was different yet at the same time part of him....Awoke! Slowly the transformation began to take place.. Dark green eyes stared at the man and his daughter filled with anger. His clothes began to rip as unnatural green muscles grew in their stead... The thick brown beard Banner had been annoyed with earlier fell out as a new face grew in... “You... tried... to hurt her... Have hurt her.... Hurt me... I said.. I said.... ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Roared what was left of Bruce banner as his mirror self finally emerged.. At long last what stood before the two people was the incredible one himself, the Hulk.
Night. Night in the city that never sleeps. New York City, A city of good people and bad people. A city of heroes and villains. A city of hopes, dreams, and yet at the same time a city of sorrow and misery... Where dreams lie in broken shatters. One of the many souls that night was torn. Torn over a darkness growing inside of him. The darkness was part of him, yet at the same time separate. It was agonizing life he led indeed. Yet, suicide he knew was not the answer. All he could do was hope.. For a cure. This was his story... The story of a monster.
A lonely man looking to be in his thirties lay down on the hard wooden dock outside New York City. He looked to be in his thirties, and had a long deep dark brown beard grown on his neck. He was truly pathetic looking. As he lay there looking into the stars and wondering what his fate was other then the darkness in his heart. He then smiled and slowly made out the constellations forming the shape of a women. A women whom he had loved long.. Long ago. His heart was still longing for her. “Betty... Miss Betty Ross... I wonder if you still remember me?” A tear slowly ran down the lonely man’s face.. And was absorbed by his beard.. Slowly He sat up.. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a security card to which he read.. “Dr. Bruce Banner... Head Scientist of A-bomb research...” He smiled. He smiled the kind of smile one might make after realizing the bitter irony of one’s life. He could only peer into the life he once led. He was so happy back then. So hopeful.. Betty was in his arms and he was living a care free life of luxury. Compared to the hell he was consumed in now. Slowly Dr. Banner reached out and dropped the last symbolic item he had of his previous life into the depths of the bay for ever more. “I must move on before... They find me.” Bruce knew the army was still searching relentlessly for him. Thinking his other... Some demonic monster they sought to kill... Or worse make him into a weapon.
With those horrifying thoughts the Good doctor got to his feet, scratched his beard and began moving on. Who knows? Maybe his life would get better? After all it could not get much worse. Bruce continued on, scratching his beard and walking along the docks towards the city. My how irritating it was to have beard! If he could only shave it off! Yet, he could not. He had no money nor access to anyplace he could clean up for now. Slowly Bruce Banner made his way along past a few buildings leaving the smelly fish air of the dock behind. As he left the dock he wondered where he should hide out next? Maybe china town?
That was when trouble came a knock’en.. It started with a light green Volkswagen pulling out ahead of Dr. Banner’s hobo like form and parking in the parking lot. It was not the automobile itself that announced trouble but the way the car was parked! Skidding out, then slamming it’s breaks roughly. It was before to long that Bruce could hear a shouting noise coming from the direction of the car. Bruce Wanted so badly to just walk away.. To leave this mess and look out for himself and himself alone... But He knew it was not the right thing to do.. He had to see if anyone was in trouble, and although he was in no place to really help anyone.. Every little bit helped. Besides he was lonly..
As Bruce walked closer towards the car, he noticed immediately the one doing most of the yelling was male. Caucasian to be precise. He was yelling.. At someone? Bruce could not tell yet but as he got closer.. Much to his shock he found the source of the male drivers rage to be.. A little Girl.
The little girl had short red hair and looked to be only eight years old.. She was crying screaming something along the lines of “Please No Daddy! I’ll be a good girl... I will let you take pictures of me... without my clothes.. Just don’t hit me again!” Bruce Narrowed his eyes as he at last made it to where the apparent father and his child were. He tried to remain calm as he thought of what he should say.. Here he was dressed as a hobo here to help this little girl? Well... Here goes nothing he thought as he spoke, “Um.. Is everything alright Here? Does anyone need any help?” Maybe Everything was just a big misunderstanding? Yeah right like his luck would allow that. He could even now feel his heart beat growing louder.. And his internal demons stronger.. As Bruce banner began to get nervous. The red headed father of the little girl turned sharply and spoke to Bruce. "No.. No one needs help.. And everything is just peachy! So get the hell out of here and mind your own Damn business budie!” Such violence and negativity was in the man’s voice that Bruce almost felt more then inclined to leave. After all he was a VERY big man, With powerful muscles. That was when Bruce looked at the little girl still crying. She was looking at him now.. Her big beautiful eyes... Hoping but not daring to ask for such a simple thing.. Help. Help.. Such a strange word.. It seems to not ask for much yet, to fufill the plea can cost more than most are willing to give.
At that moment Dr. Bruce Banner decided to help this girl no matter what the cost. He took another step towards the man, lowered his hands.. And Spoke yet again. “If your really her father and have a decent soul... you will leave this girl alone. You obviously have done enough to her as it is..” Brave. Brave of him to say.. Stupid.. But brave none the less. At that moment the Girl's father leaped at Bruce in anger, It seemed while Bruce was talking the worthless man had already decided Bruce was going to cause trouble and had picked up a metal pipe which Bruce now felt. For it came crashing down on his head as the man swung it side ways at him. Bruce immediately felt his body levitate into the Air as he was sent soaring several yards away. Needless to say seconds later, the two figures ignored banner’s body thinking him dead as blood began to pour out his nose and mouth. Yet this was not the end of Banner... No Not at all... For he soon looked up. His eyes a sudden green color and his mouth open from shock. He clutched his head as he got to his knees... moaning softly... “Errrrrr.... I said....... Leave her...... ALONE!!” At that roaring moment both the girl and her father stared at the man they taken for dead in both shock and horror.....
For a startling change began occur with Dr. Banner’s body. Unwittingly they had unleashed a monster once more upon the world. The other side of Bruce Banner. The side he tried so desperately to be rid of, the side that was different yet at the same time part of him....Awoke! Slowly the transformation began to take place.. Dark green eyes stared at the man and his daughter filled with anger. His clothes began to rip as unnatural green muscles grew in their stead... The thick brown beard Banner had been annoyed with earlier fell out as a new face grew in... “You... tried... to hurt her... Have hurt her.... Hurt me... I said.. I said.... ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Roared what was left of Bruce banner as his mirror self finally emerged.. At long last what stood before the two people was the incredible one himself, the Hulk.