|06-14-2012, 10:40 PM||#11|
Better Than The Best...
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Steelers Country
Re: The "Nuff Said" Marvel Universe RPG
“Oh Bruce, it’s beautiful.”
“Only the best for you dear. I promised you a European honeymoon, and here it is. It just took a little longer than expected.”
Betty Ross-Banner turned around in her seat and kissed her husband on the lips as their boat floated gently down the water avenue.
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. I knew what I was getting into, and I’ve supported you all the way, and I always will.”
“Yes, you have. Without you, I don’t know if I could have made it thins long.”
Betty nuzzled her head in Bruce’s shoulder.
“Just promise me one thing?”
“Get out of the bed and lay on the ground.”
“I said out of the bed and on the ground!”
Bruce found himself ripped from his slumber buy a powerful set of hands tearing him from his small cot and throwing him onto the hard wooden floor. It took another moment to shake the dream from his head, but when his thoughts cleared he realized his small shack was filled with close to a dozen men, some in traditional Arab garb, and a select few in sleek high tech jumpsuits with mirror-visored helmets. All held automatic weapons, pointed directly at the stunned scientist.
“Who are you, American? Military? C.I.A.? S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
“Nobody. I’m here by myself. This is my home.”
“Spoiled Western pig, you expect us to believe you would give up the indulgences of America to live in the harsh desert? We are not stupid men.”
Bruce felt his heartbeat increasing. At that moment, he disagreed with the previous statement.
“Talk, or your blood will deliver our message to whoever you work for.”
“I told you, I work for myself. I only wish to help those I can whenever…”
The lead man pressed his gun to Bruce’s temple.
“You’re making a terrible mistake.”
“And you have made your last.”
Bruce threw his hands up just as the muzzle flashed. His body slumped to the floor as the bullet exited the barrel, motionless.
“He will be of no more trouble. We must move quickly, lest any of his compatriots be stationed near…what are you swine looking at?”
The rest of the men stood rigid, fear etched in the eyes of those without the helmet. Slowly, their leader turned to see the skinny man he had just shot in the head stir on the floor.
“I told you, you didn’t want to do that…”
“What madness…” he aimed his gun again. This time, however, the American’s hand wrapped around the barrel.
Only it was no longer his hand. It was large and monstrous and…green…
The barrel of the gun wrinkled like an aluminum can in the creatures hand as he came to his feet, towering over the group. Muscles and skin twisted and morphed as the tiny man grew into something more, something truly terrifying. As the creature finally completed his new form, he threw something on the ground he had been holding in his other hand.
The bullet the had been meant for his head.
“Tiny men wake Hulk up.”
The Hulk ripped the crumpled gun from his former interrogators hand and tossed it aside.
“Hulk need beauty sleep. When Hulk no get sleep…”
He grabbed the first man by the neck, picking him up to eye level, nostrils flaring as their faces touched.
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