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Post by Bruce Banner on Apr 7, 2006 12:20:12 GMT -5
Bruce opened his eyes. He shivered and found himself lying on cracked ground, in nothing but his ripped trousers.
He didn't remember anything except the demolision of his home in San Fransisco, and his sceduled execution.
Was he dead? Lying in the rain in his torn clothes? No. That's not it.
He stood up and stumbled to the edge of where he was, gaping at the sight before him.
A city spanned out ahead of him, he was obviously up high, but did not recognise anything around.
He looked around him, on the platform on which he stood. He spotted a door and headed over to it.
Bruce pushed it, the tugged it. Neitherway would budge.
It seemed he was stuck here - for now.
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Post by Bruce Banner on Apr 10, 2006 9:05:28 GMT -5
Bruce got bored of waiting. He'd been here for 3 hours, on top of the time he spent unconcious before that.
He tried to pass the time watching cars pass below him, but it was getting slightly monotonous. Banner initially wanted to wait until nightfall, then change to Hulk, and get out of here, but it was taking a long time, and he was getting colder.
He could jump. Jump from here down and into the river running below him. But that may kill him, he didn't know how deep it was, then there was the temperature of the water.
Bruce stood up and headed to the door again. He shoulder barged it, then kicked it. Tried everything to try and break it down. Nothing seemed to make any slight difference to the slight gap the door had already. He frowned and looked over the edge.
If he could climb down a floor, he could get in through a window. He lowered himself down and clung to the edge of the tower's roof. The wind was determined to pull him off and hold its claim to the death of the Hulk, but Bruce had other plans and stuck to the ledge like glue, inching closer to where he would need to drop and quickly swing into the window.
His foot slipped off, and for a second Bruce was sure this was the end, his heart pounded like a war drum, his muscled quivered, and shook. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. C'mon Bruce, not far now.
He lowered himself another floor and now clung by only his hands in front of the window. He brought his knee up and hit the window, shattering it and he climbed inside, relieved his journey was over.
He savoured this thought until beastial growls brought him back to reality.
Dogs.
Bruce hated dogs. He wasn't even going to going to try and calm them, he knew they were only after one thing. A bite of his flesh.
Bruce turned and ran for the window the dogs in hot pursuit. He dived, cut himself on the remainder of the glass and plumetted into the icy waters of the river below.
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Post by Bruce Banner on Apr 10, 2006 10:33:40 GMT -5
The water tingled on him, took his breath and took him towards a water break. It awoke his sense, but numbed the pain from the varius cuts on his back. He reached for the break and dragged himself from the river. The air felt so much warmer now, warmer than before.
He stood up and made his way into a nearby street, where he purchased some new clothes, or rather stole them. He made a quick getaway and hid behind a dumpster in a nearby alley.
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Post by Bruce Banner on May 15, 2006 7:21:44 GMT -5
Bruce walked from his hiding place an hour later, he nodded to some enforcers whom didn't seem to happy to see him and began to walk after him slowly.
Banner checked over his shoulder regularly and looked for a hotel
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Post by Spider-Man on May 15, 2006 17:01:21 GMT -5
"Out after curfew mate?" One of the fingermen quickened his pace and grabbed Bruce's shoulder roughly. Bruce tore himself away.
"Get away!" He barked back at the English facists.
"Oi, you hear that accent Rich? Seems we've got an American here." The first fingerman laughed. "A foreigner, a terrorist maybe?"
"Well, you know what we, as Englishmen, should do don't chya?" His partner asked, brandishing his gun from his shoulder hostel. He took aim at Bruce, who tried as hard as he could to be angry. The only problem was he was too afraid of the prospect of having his life taken away from him.
THWIP!!!
A strand of thick webbing grabbed the gunman's hand and sharply pulled his aim off Bruce.
"Now, now... that's not very nice!" A creepily low voice said from above.
On the lamppost above them was a figure that looked familiar to Bruce. Sure his costume had changed, it was darker, no blue any more and the symbols were more striking but it was definitely him...
Spider-Man!
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Post by Bruce Banner on May 15, 2006 17:11:55 GMT -5
((My god thats one COOL post!))
The other fingerman reached for his gun, Bruce left nothing to chance, he didn't feel a transformation coming on, so instead he lept at the guard and slammed him in the face before dragging him to the floor.
Spider-Man swung from the post and kicked the first fingerman in his swing, sending him yards away.
Bruce pinned down the guard and bashed his hand against the floor in an attempt to disarm him.
He left off a panic shot, then another. Bruce raised his fist for a finishing blow.
THWIP!!!
Bruce's arm was locked in place, as another jet of web locked the fingerman's arm to the floor, his gun now useless.
Banner stood up hastily as Spider-Man webbed the enforcers head to the floor, silencing him, though not stopping his wriggling.
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Post by Spider-Man on May 15, 2006 17:17:27 GMT -5
Bruce was breaving heavily after the rush of energy. Spider-Man was calm, he'd been doing this for a while in the time he'd spent patrolling London's night with V.
In his head Peter calculated what would happen now, knowing how tight the security in this city was the police would soon be there.
He grabbed Bruce's arm and began running down alleyways.
"Isn't web-swinging more your style?" Bruce panted.
"CCTV cameras, helicopters, the list goes on. I only web-sling when I know they can't track me." Spider-Man explained as they sprinted in the to dark.
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Post by Bruce Banner on May 15, 2006 17:26:22 GMT -5
Bruce ran and ran, it seemed Spider-Man was alot fitter than him.
"Wait...." He heaved and stopped resting on a dumpster.
The hero skidded to a hault.
"Come on!" Spider-Man hissed.
"Wait...Why can't we just hide..." He frowned he hated running.
"Get moving!"
Bruce wanted to slap Spider-Man, and explain that hiding was quieter, though these thoughts and his recent adrenaline rush mingled, and his vision dimmed slightly.
Not a good sign - for Spider-Man at least.
"Ok...Ok run...get away from me! QUICK!" Banner barked. If Spider-Man wasn't wearing his mask it would be posible to see his utter confusion as he backed off slightly.
Bruce clenched his fist on the corner of the dumpster mashing it up into a mangled mess of metal.
After a few seconds of roars (Each getting more and more beastial) and fit-like movements, Bruce Banner was no more human...
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Post by Spider-Man on May 16, 2006 13:04:32 GMT -5
"Oh shit!" Spider-Man cursed as he watched Bruce's seemingly violent muscle attack.
Bruce's roars became louder and more aggressive.
What was left of Bruce's attire ripped and his body size grew immensily and his skin colour went a bright shade of green.
"What the fuck?" Spider-Man mouthed, stepping back.
Oh great... He though mentally. Of all the US survivors there could have been, it HAD to be the Hulk!
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Post by Bruce Banner on May 16, 2006 17:12:37 GMT -5
The Hulk of muscle flexed his arms hastily, bashing a dumpster through a nearby wall and punching a neat hole opposite. Spider-Man webbed The Hulk once in the face then quickly lept up the wall opposite, though not quick enough as the green giant snatched him and bounded into the air, tearing the webbing off as he did so. A squad of fingermen gawped at them as they jettisonned overhead, one letting of a wild shot, which missed Spider-Man by inches ((Karl says it hit a duck   )). The Hulk, and his cargo, landed heavily, before spilling the Human arachnid onto the rooftop on which he landed. He gave a massive roar again as the enforcers climbed the staircase and faced him, weapons drawn. |
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Post by Spider-Man on May 17, 2006 7:38:59 GMT -5
"ON THE GROUND!!!" A spot light shone from above.
"Ahh... shit!" Peter coughed, looking up at the Police helicopter that hovered above them.
"Spider-Man! You are under arrest for your associations with the terrorist group known as V!" A voice shouted down over a megaphone.
"You and your accomplise..." He continued, indicating the giant green man next to him, "... will go in to our custody where you will await trial for crimes against Parliament!"
Spider-Man got to his feet. The Hulk was roaring and looked as though he could attack anyone at any second. Peter had to get out of there.
"Sorry boys and girls!" He shouted, THWIP! He webbed the guns of the fingermen, dissarming them. "But I don't think I'm going to let you arrest me today!"
THWIP! Spider-Man shot out another web-line and propelled himself up in to the air. He quickly dived back down.
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Post by Bruce Banner on May 17, 2006 11:20:41 GMT -5
The Hulk lept up and shouldered the helicopter, causing it to crumple, the rotorblade snapped and 'pinged' in four different directions, before the whole vehicle followed the green giant to the floor.
The Hulk pulled the tail off and began trashing the wreckage, using the tail as a club. He then turned and hammer-threw the weapon into the air.
"HOLD IT!" A voice echoed through the street, obviously though a loud speaker. A barrel-like object object landed besides the beast, causing him to look before it exploded with a mighty bang and a blinding flash.
The Hulk stumbled around completly startled, and blind. He crashed to the floor squinting in his darkness.
Something landed on him, followed by another extremly heavy object on his head, knocking him out.
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Post by Spider-Man on May 18, 2006 8:18:51 GMT -5
As the Hulk lay dazed in the alley, surrounded by the thunderous stamping of police and fingermen running around the scene.
Outside the alley there were cruisers scattered everywhere, their drivers in the alleyway. Only four remained by the cars, the detective Eric Finch, his lt. Dominic and two more swat team members.
"What do we have here?" Finch's gravelly voice asked as his partner handed him a quick report from one of the other officers.
"Spider-Man sir, him and some green monster." Dominic answered quickly.
"Spider-Man? Jesus..." Finch moaned, looking foward to the area that was quickly being cut off by the police.
"Don't worry sir, we've got a new weapon." Dominic smiled, behind him one of the other officers held a metallic weapon that resembled a shotgun. "It uses to electro-statics and fries the muscle system of anyone who gets in the way of the blast. That webbed terrorist won't stand a chance." Dominic's smile made Finch uneasy.
"Evening Mr. Finch." A calm voice called behind them.
They all spun around to see Spider-Man standing straight several feet behind them.
The cop holding the static weapon took aim and fired.
THWIP!
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" The fourth policeman screamed as Spider-Man shot a web-line at him and pulled him in the way of the stream of electricity.
THUD!
The smoldering body fell to its knees, followed by its torso.
"Ten seconds to recharge..." Spider-Man noted, looking down at the injured man in front of him, then back up at his attacker. "Better make your next shot count."
"YOU SON OF A..." Dominic yelled, stepping forward, but Finch held out his arm to stop him.
"Why are you doing this?" Finch asked. He'd never truly thought this resigme that he worked for was right. He'd heard too many screams for it to possibly be right. He wanted to understand the likes of Spider-Man and V before they died in this futile way.
"Because I can, and if I don't no one else will." Spider-Man stated, before shooting another web-line to make his escape. THWIP! "V sends his regards..."
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Post by Bruce Banner on May 18, 2006 12:04:22 GMT -5
Finch was mad as hell. He strode over to the unconcious Hulk and slammed him in the face then washed his hand over his head.
"I hate that guy..." He said to no-one in particular though everyone took note. A large iron clamp was locked in place around The Hulk's ankles and another cross shape thick iron bar took his arms (which needed 6 men to conform into place).
The Hulk stirred slightly to the gasps of the nearby police force, they took up arms and waited for a minute or two to see if he would stir again.
He didn't.
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