003 ☢ [ location: outside sanctuary (for all)]

[hulk]

New sentiment or no, Bruce was still uncomfortable enough at the party to grab the opportunity to slip out for some air. He told Dr. Magnus Helen that he would be back in a few minutes and headed for the door.

Outside, he had to resist shuddering. The sudden turn in the weather wasn't exactly unwelcome (even perpetual sunshine got a little weird after a couple months), but it certainly fit the Halloween vibe. Add that to the definite lack of Extras on the street... Very creepy. But he didn't think much of it, but it did make him that much more watchful.

It was only a few steps from the door to the Sanctuary when Bruce noticed it. At first it was just a few heavy footsteps, but by the time he tried to look for the source, there was nothing. Then all at once, there were tanks rumbling down the street, infantrymen armored and armed to the teeth trotting out from alleys, and the rotors of choppers could be heard overhead. Even as his eyes widened in fear, Bruce was bolting, running as fast and as hard as could.

But it didn't matter - everywhere he turned, they were herding him back to the Sanctuary. Scant yards away from the building, he was surrounded by a wall faceless soldiers, helmets pulled down and automatic rifles at the ready. He turned around in a tight circle, trying to find some way, any way out, but the one gap was soon filled by Ross and his man from New York and flashing green cracking gunfire tiny gnat shooting hurting jumping leave me alone. Bruce shook his head, trying to get rid of the flashbacked fragments, heard the frantic beeping correlating to the pounding in his chest and head.

"You really thought I wouldn't find you here?" Ross chewed on his cigar, smoke wreathing around his face. "You really thought you were safe? You're mine, Banner. Always have been, from the minute you started all of this."

He was so focused on trying to calm himself, just hold onto that edge don't let go, don't, he didn't even see the gun butt coming at his face. Pain shot from a newly broken nose even as Bruce fell to the ground.

"Where is it?" The clipped British accent was sneering, mocking. A kick to the gut, and he could barely hear the soldier go on. "I want to see it. Where. Is. It?" And another kick. The beeping was a continuous siren now and the last sane thought Bruce had was Oh, god, please don't let anyone se-

His eyes shot open, irises a sickly unnatural green. He groaned in pain, veins popping out against quickly paling skin as the cloth tore. Bones rearranged themselves, growing and shifting out from under warped and darkening skin. He screamed, convulsing and growing, growing, growing, and soon the costume was shredded on the ground to reveal the real monster underneath.

Tree-trunk arms pushed the insanely muscled green body the size of a pickup truck up off the pavement. It barely noticed the soldiers and tanks fading away like the smoke from Ross' cigar. The deep rumbling in its chest grew until the monster roared its rage throughout the Taxon cavern until the very foundations shook.

The Hulk was out.

{ooc: GRAB YOUR TOWELS CAUSE THIS SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN D:}

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[childoftwo.livejournal.com]

The action was not wholly unexpected, but Spock, who had been prepared for a more direct attack, was still knocked over by the shaking ground and the shattering pavement. He picked himself up immediately, his time and training in Starfleet having left with exemplary reactions.

Exemplary, but perhaps not quick enough to defeat this creature.

His phaser, which had previously remained at his side ready for use, was leveled at the Hulk. Any nerves Spock may or may not have felt remained hidden behind his usual implacable calm.

"I repeat, halt your actions immediately. As a Starfleet officer, it is my duty to prevent you from causing further damage to this city and it's inhabitants."

[hulk]

When it saw Spock get back up, pointing the gun-like thing at it, the Hulk snarled and ran toward him. It would smash this small, noisy thing and then the people would leave it alone.

The creature plowed through the ruined street, pulling one thick arm back before punching at the tiny humanoid.

[childoftwo.livejournal.com]

Although Spock's attempt to avoid the punch was swifter than any attempt a human could have made, it was not swift enough. He had time to fire a single, and possibly futile, blast from his phaser, before being caught by the blow.

The half Vulcan was thrown backwards - if he had been less focused on other matters, he would have calculated the necessary forces in order to form a better understanding of the creature's biology - for a number of metres, coming to a halt on the broken pavement. He did not believe that his injuries - bruises and perhaps a number of broken ribs - were life threatening, but continuing to pursue the creature alone would be inadvisable.

[hulk]

The phaser shot hit the monster while still off-balance from delivering the blow, forcing him to take a step backwards. It growled angrily - that had almost hurt, and that made him angry.

Now the monster roared in earnest, veins made all the more prominent by the force of the shout. It stomped towards him, still rumbling its displeasure.

[childoftwo.livejournal.com]

With a moderate amount of difficulty, the bruised half Vulcan regained his footing. He did not, however, raise his phaser when the creature proceeded to move towards him. The weapon appeared to have a highly limited effect and he had already antagonised his opponent a great deal.

"Your actions are unwise," he said, confident that his crew would intercept this creature, regardless of what happened to him.

[hulk]

In case Spock hadn't noticed by now, the Hulk wasn't exactly susceptible to logic. Or anything spoken to it, really. It's not like Hulk was president of his high school debate debate club.

It snarled again, linking its hands. It went to club at the humanoid being in front of him, wanting to smash this tiny thing until it was just a puddle of quiet smushy whatever.

[childoftwo.livejournal.com]

Spock had a limited number of options, and, more importantly, no time in which to consider them logically. He jumped sharply to the side to narrowly avoid the blow, but, given his bruises, it was not a particularly graceful movie.

He had finally decided that speaking to the creature was illogical. Unfortunately, he had reason to believe that attempting to run would be equally futile.