Post by jordan on Feb 9, 2013 21:58:17 GMT -5
The Incredible Hulks #2:
Of the Beauty and the Beast Part 2
A Flash of Green
By Jordan
*
A silver moon cascades overtop the building in which I am housed. The night never looked so beautiful before this night, then again, it has been weeks since last I saw it. Weeks since that fateful day…
*
Two Hours Ago
For weeks they’ve had me here, in this prison, unable to do a thing. Why? Why did they have to do this to me? Ever since the incident with Banner, my life has been hell. A burning sensation of test after test, trial after trial, torture after torture.
“Rick Jones! Front and center!” I hear a guard call my name, but only a torrent of whispers and lies spread through my consciousness. I step forward in slow-motion, moving like a zombie straight out of the movies my son used to watch. Tears burn rivers through the dirt and blood caked onto my face as I think about the son I may never see again. Why me?
The cell door, an electrical field, fades away and I step through the new opening to find myself in power-dampeners in just moments. “What’re ya crying for? Pussy!” He pulls out his night-stick and smacks the back of my head with it, sending crushing waves a pain through my nervous system. Tears stream out faster. “Fuckin’ stop! Bitch!” Another strike, and then another, and then another.
I feel rage coursing through my veins, but my handcuffs stop me from doing anything. A strike on my arm brings blood. My legs feel like rubber, I’m being carried on air.
We finally reach our destination—a large, almost completely florescent blue room, dozens of guards surrounding me. “You ready for this Jones?” A nameless, faceless guard asks me as he approaches me with the keys to my handcuffs.
“Fuck you.” I say, spitting on his shoes. Rage courses through my veins. It hurts. A night stick strikes me upon my face, breaking my nose. Blood flows in a steady stream down my face. It tastes like iron. I hate the taste of blood.
My cuffs fall off and out strides General Ross, the man who made me what I am. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Rick. I really had more hope for you.” He says this with a disgusting smirk on his face. I fight back the urge to puke. I rub my soar wrists. “I own you now Jones, and I’m going to train you to become my greatest warrior.”
“I’ll fucking kill everyone in this room before I work for you.” I say through gritted teeth, pure rage spitting from my words. My eyes burn with rage, my throat burns with rage, my very soul burns with rage and hate. I want to kill him.
“Poor choice of words, friend.” The disgusting smirk doesn’t leave his face for even a second. He snaps his fingers and a guard steps to the side, revealing my wife and child, Laura and Sam. I glare directly at Ross.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I start stepping forward. He holds palm out flat, signaling me to stop.
“Don’t take another step.” Still that disgusting smirk. Rage boils at my very heart. I feel like I’m getting bigger by the moment.
“Or what?” I ask, defying his orders and stepping forward. A shot rings out, and I see more boy fall. His eyes glaze over as his lifeless husk hits the floor, blood following. A cacophony of sounds strike my ears, but nothing matters anymore. Everything goes silent; everything turns black.
*
Emil Blunsky stands over a chasm, his heart empty and hollow, blood rushing through his veins, his eyes blurry. Just hours ago he was fired by General Ross, named a public enemy and hunted dozens of miles away. He can practically still see the final conversation he had with Ross before he ran.
“What do you mean you lost Subject Five?” Ross yells at Emil, spit coming off his tongue, some of it caught in his mustache. His hand comes out fast, striking Emil hard on his right cheek.
“General, you just…I had to move her.”
“With whose permission?!”
“No one…I…I had to. She was going to die.” Ross strikes Emil again, this time sending him to the ground. A flash of silver as Ross pulls his sidearm from its holster, pointing it directly as Emil’s head. “NO!” Emil lashes out, striking a strange vial, causing a spark, followed by an explosion.
Now Emil stands over the chasm he created, the one that started this all. Subject Five is lost to him, and he is the one thing he didn’t want to become—a gamma mutant. His whole life he’s hunted them, he’s killed them, he’s created them…and now he is one. Oh, the irony.
*
The sun sets dark and hard against the epic backdrop of the Saharan sky. A sliver of moonlight drags down, creating a melodramatic tone unto myself. Walking for hours upon hours, legs feel as though they no longer exist, being carried on the silent whispers of a better tomorrow.
I turn and see rocks and walls break and fall, love tumble, the world end, births of a generation…everything comes together, is ripped apart, and returns in the span of just moments. It’s been days since I’ve slept. The world is closing in, now going out, now closing in. I see a woman run up to me. Clouds of darkness close over my eyes.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Angelic.
*
General Ross stands over me, too much happiness in his smile. I jump towards him but he smacks me away. I feel weaker than I ever have before. My muscles are sore, my brain is spacey, and my heart is beating too fast. What happened? Why?
I look around me, blood everywhere, bodies everywhere. Next to me lies the head of a helmeted man. I see through the visor. He died afraid. Anger, fear, disgust…they all pass through me at the same time like a burning sensation.
But then it hits me…and it hits damn hard. I look just meters in front of me and see the dead body of my wife, ripped to shreds, barely recognizable. Not gunshots, but attacked by a beast…by me.
“No…” I whimper, barely audible enough for Ross to hear.
“Yes, that was you, Rick. You killed L—“
“Don’t you dare say her name!” I scream launching myself at Ross, taking him somewhat by surprise. My hands close around his throat and I’m about to crush the life right out of him when I feel a spark of electricity light its way through my stomach, immobilizing me.
I drop to my knees and see a stun gun in Ross’s right hand. “You didn’t think it’d be THAT easy, did you Rick?”
“Stop fucking saying my na—“ A swift kick to me gut stops my speech and I fall even further to the ground.
“Oh, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick…I had so much more hope for you. I was so sure you’d be greater than even the Punisher. Alas, you are but a weak, pathetic man reaching the end of his usefulness.” Ross turns to his surviving men. “Finish him.” Ross waves at me and leaves the room. Bastard.
Soldiers come rushing at me from all sides, guns aimed at my head. Everything goes black…and then slowly turns red.
Fire shoots through my veins and tears spill from my eyes. “You bastards made me kill my wife!” My speech is somewhat distorted by the tears enter my throat. A kick to the side of my head. I don’t even feel it.
I feel like I’m getting bigger and bigger. I close my eyes for just a moment, and when I open them, I know what’s happening. “Arhhh!” I scream, abruptly standing up, scaring the six guards surrounding me. Six. I can handle six.
My muscles grow, burning with power. Hatred fills me, my heart is pumping blood faster, faster, faster…it stops, just for a second. It starts. It now goes faster than it ever has before. I do the math quickly—315 beats per minute. I might die. But I know I won’t. I should…but I won’t.
I lash out with my right arm, striking the first guard in the jaw. I hear his jaw liquefy and his neck shatter in a flash of green. “Look what you did to me!” Blood sprays onto the ground as a swift kick hits another guard on my left, snapping him in half. His legs fly far back as his torso lands just feet in front of me.
A gunshot hits my back. I barely feel it. I lash out behind me snapping a third and fourth guards’ heads off sending them flying across the room. “Fat, green fucker!” I hear before a grenade goes off next to me. Nothing. It doesn’t even knock me off balance. I turn around and just glare at him for the longest time. I smell his urine.
I lash out a blur of green, punch after punch after punch. My punches push him against the, blood spraying everywhere. In seconds, if even that long, he is dead…but I keep going. I hear his jaw shatter, his legs fall off at the knee. His fingers start falling off and his teeth just disappear. It isn’t till I look at his lifeless eyes that I stop and look at what I’ve done. The only thing that remains of this soldier are his shoes and from his arms up. The rest is dust or liquid.
I turn around and the sixth soldier is scared so much he stands in one spot, not moving. “Go.” I say, but he doesn’t move. I take one step forward, bare my teeth like a dog and growl “GO!” He lets out a girlish scream and opens fire. Again, I feel nothing. I’m not even tired. I launch myself at him and take the gun from his hands, causing him no harm. I crush it into power in my left hand. “Go now.” He flees.
I stand there for a long time staring at my new, giant green hands, blood staining them a crimson red…the red of death.
Of the Beauty and the Beast Part 2
A Flash of Green
By Jordan
*
A silver moon cascades overtop the building in which I am housed. The night never looked so beautiful before this night, then again, it has been weeks since last I saw it. Weeks since that fateful day…
*
Two Hours Ago
For weeks they’ve had me here, in this prison, unable to do a thing. Why? Why did they have to do this to me? Ever since the incident with Banner, my life has been hell. A burning sensation of test after test, trial after trial, torture after torture.
“Rick Jones! Front and center!” I hear a guard call my name, but only a torrent of whispers and lies spread through my consciousness. I step forward in slow-motion, moving like a zombie straight out of the movies my son used to watch. Tears burn rivers through the dirt and blood caked onto my face as I think about the son I may never see again. Why me?
The cell door, an electrical field, fades away and I step through the new opening to find myself in power-dampeners in just moments. “What’re ya crying for? Pussy!” He pulls out his night-stick and smacks the back of my head with it, sending crushing waves a pain through my nervous system. Tears stream out faster. “Fuckin’ stop! Bitch!” Another strike, and then another, and then another.
I feel rage coursing through my veins, but my handcuffs stop me from doing anything. A strike on my arm brings blood. My legs feel like rubber, I’m being carried on air.
We finally reach our destination—a large, almost completely florescent blue room, dozens of guards surrounding me. “You ready for this Jones?” A nameless, faceless guard asks me as he approaches me with the keys to my handcuffs.
“Fuck you.” I say, spitting on his shoes. Rage courses through my veins. It hurts. A night stick strikes me upon my face, breaking my nose. Blood flows in a steady stream down my face. It tastes like iron. I hate the taste of blood.
My cuffs fall off and out strides General Ross, the man who made me what I am. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Rick. I really had more hope for you.” He says this with a disgusting smirk on his face. I fight back the urge to puke. I rub my soar wrists. “I own you now Jones, and I’m going to train you to become my greatest warrior.”
“I’ll fucking kill everyone in this room before I work for you.” I say through gritted teeth, pure rage spitting from my words. My eyes burn with rage, my throat burns with rage, my very soul burns with rage and hate. I want to kill him.
“Poor choice of words, friend.” The disgusting smirk doesn’t leave his face for even a second. He snaps his fingers and a guard steps to the side, revealing my wife and child, Laura and Sam. I glare directly at Ross.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I start stepping forward. He holds palm out flat, signaling me to stop.
“Don’t take another step.” Still that disgusting smirk. Rage boils at my very heart. I feel like I’m getting bigger by the moment.
“Or what?” I ask, defying his orders and stepping forward. A shot rings out, and I see more boy fall. His eyes glaze over as his lifeless husk hits the floor, blood following. A cacophony of sounds strike my ears, but nothing matters anymore. Everything goes silent; everything turns black.
*
Emil Blunsky stands over a chasm, his heart empty and hollow, blood rushing through his veins, his eyes blurry. Just hours ago he was fired by General Ross, named a public enemy and hunted dozens of miles away. He can practically still see the final conversation he had with Ross before he ran.
“What do you mean you lost Subject Five?” Ross yells at Emil, spit coming off his tongue, some of it caught in his mustache. His hand comes out fast, striking Emil hard on his right cheek.
“General, you just…I had to move her.”
“With whose permission?!”
“No one…I…I had to. She was going to die.” Ross strikes Emil again, this time sending him to the ground. A flash of silver as Ross pulls his sidearm from its holster, pointing it directly as Emil’s head. “NO!” Emil lashes out, striking a strange vial, causing a spark, followed by an explosion.
Now Emil stands over the chasm he created, the one that started this all. Subject Five is lost to him, and he is the one thing he didn’t want to become—a gamma mutant. His whole life he’s hunted them, he’s killed them, he’s created them…and now he is one. Oh, the irony.
*
The sun sets dark and hard against the epic backdrop of the Saharan sky. A sliver of moonlight drags down, creating a melodramatic tone unto myself. Walking for hours upon hours, legs feel as though they no longer exist, being carried on the silent whispers of a better tomorrow.
I turn and see rocks and walls break and fall, love tumble, the world end, births of a generation…everything comes together, is ripped apart, and returns in the span of just moments. It’s been days since I’ve slept. The world is closing in, now going out, now closing in. I see a woman run up to me. Clouds of darkness close over my eyes.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Angelic.
*
General Ross stands over me, too much happiness in his smile. I jump towards him but he smacks me away. I feel weaker than I ever have before. My muscles are sore, my brain is spacey, and my heart is beating too fast. What happened? Why?
I look around me, blood everywhere, bodies everywhere. Next to me lies the head of a helmeted man. I see through the visor. He died afraid. Anger, fear, disgust…they all pass through me at the same time like a burning sensation.
But then it hits me…and it hits damn hard. I look just meters in front of me and see the dead body of my wife, ripped to shreds, barely recognizable. Not gunshots, but attacked by a beast…by me.
“No…” I whimper, barely audible enough for Ross to hear.
“Yes, that was you, Rick. You killed L—“
“Don’t you dare say her name!” I scream launching myself at Ross, taking him somewhat by surprise. My hands close around his throat and I’m about to crush the life right out of him when I feel a spark of electricity light its way through my stomach, immobilizing me.
I drop to my knees and see a stun gun in Ross’s right hand. “You didn’t think it’d be THAT easy, did you Rick?”
“Stop fucking saying my na—“ A swift kick to me gut stops my speech and I fall even further to the ground.
“Oh, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick…I had so much more hope for you. I was so sure you’d be greater than even the Punisher. Alas, you are but a weak, pathetic man reaching the end of his usefulness.” Ross turns to his surviving men. “Finish him.” Ross waves at me and leaves the room. Bastard.
Soldiers come rushing at me from all sides, guns aimed at my head. Everything goes black…and then slowly turns red.
Fire shoots through my veins and tears spill from my eyes. “You bastards made me kill my wife!” My speech is somewhat distorted by the tears enter my throat. A kick to the side of my head. I don’t even feel it.
I feel like I’m getting bigger and bigger. I close my eyes for just a moment, and when I open them, I know what’s happening. “Arhhh!” I scream, abruptly standing up, scaring the six guards surrounding me. Six. I can handle six.
My muscles grow, burning with power. Hatred fills me, my heart is pumping blood faster, faster, faster…it stops, just for a second. It starts. It now goes faster than it ever has before. I do the math quickly—315 beats per minute. I might die. But I know I won’t. I should…but I won’t.
I lash out with my right arm, striking the first guard in the jaw. I hear his jaw liquefy and his neck shatter in a flash of green. “Look what you did to me!” Blood sprays onto the ground as a swift kick hits another guard on my left, snapping him in half. His legs fly far back as his torso lands just feet in front of me.
A gunshot hits my back. I barely feel it. I lash out behind me snapping a third and fourth guards’ heads off sending them flying across the room. “Fat, green fucker!” I hear before a grenade goes off next to me. Nothing. It doesn’t even knock me off balance. I turn around and just glare at him for the longest time. I smell his urine.
I lash out a blur of green, punch after punch after punch. My punches push him against the, blood spraying everywhere. In seconds, if even that long, he is dead…but I keep going. I hear his jaw shatter, his legs fall off at the knee. His fingers start falling off and his teeth just disappear. It isn’t till I look at his lifeless eyes that I stop and look at what I’ve done. The only thing that remains of this soldier are his shoes and from his arms up. The rest is dust or liquid.
I turn around and the sixth soldier is scared so much he stands in one spot, not moving. “Go.” I say, but he doesn’t move. I take one step forward, bare my teeth like a dog and growl “GO!” He lets out a girlish scream and opens fire. Again, I feel nothing. I’m not even tired. I launch myself at him and take the gun from his hands, causing him no harm. I crush it into power in my left hand. “Go now.” He flees.
I stand there for a long time staring at my new, giant green hands, blood staining them a crimson red…the red of death.
Next Time: Banner meets the love of his life and runs into Alex O’Hirn once more. Who will win the grudge match?