“Unleash the monstrous power within. Witness the unforgettable journey of a man battling his own rage now turned into an unstoppable force.”
In the cold, sterile confines of the laboratory, Dr. Bruce Banner maneuvered himself through the labyrinth of scientific paraphernalia, his intellect consumed by the enigma of human genetics. His work was singular in its purpose, to unlock the latent potential concealed within the helix of life. But behind the brilliance that fueled his research, lay a tragic past tainted by unshakeable sorrow. Little did he know how drastically his life was about to change.
A random malfunction with one of the radiation devices in the lab resulted in an unprecedented accident. In a matter of seconds, Bruce was showered in a torrent of raw gamma radiation. There was no time for thoughts or fears, only the blinding green light and a pain unlike any he’d experienced. When the emergency lockdown activated, Bruce was left alone in the silence and darkness, the eerie green glow of the radiation fading from the room. What emerged from that chamber of horrors was no longer just Dr. Bruce Banner, but something far more sinister.
Chapter 1: The Birth of the Beast
Like a newborn struggling to come to terms with the world around it, Bruce woke up disoriented and in pain. His body felt strange, as if it was no longer his own. His senses were heightened; he could hear the faintest whisper from the other end of the lab and smell the sterilized metal of his equipment. He looked down at his hands and saw thick, gnarled fingers, covered in a rough, green skin.
A wave of fear gripped him as he stumbled towards a mirror. What looked back at him was a grotesque caricature of his former self, a hulking figure with eyes that burned with rage. He flexed his hands, his new monstrous form feeling foreign, terrifying.
Waves of anxiety washed over him, triggering a reaction that was all too visceral. His form started to change again, his green skin receding to reveal the man he was before the accident. But it was a temporary reprieve, Bruce knew. Something ominous had been unleashed; something he could neither understand nor control.
Meanwhile, news of the chaotic event at the lab had reached General Thaddeus Ross, Bruce’s mentor and a man with an insatiable appetite for power. Intrigued and excited by the potential ramifications, he wasted no time in sanctioning a covert investigation of the incident. The lab was explored, and they found signs of a gargantuan struggle. But of Banner and the green monster that he had briefly become, there was no sign.
Out in the world, Bruce now found himself a fugitive. He was wanted, not for what he had done, but for what he had become. A monster, a threat, an anomaly. The man who once devoted his life to understanding the human genome was no longer seen as human. He was something else, something beyond their understanding.
And so begins a tale of transformation and tragedy, of man against himself and the world against him. A story of the beast within us all, waiting to be unleashed, waiting for a glimpse of the green light. The birth of the Hulk was not an event, it was an awakening – an awakening of a power so immense that it could either save humanity or doom it forever.
Chapter 2: The Unseen Monster
Bruce Banner, a man divided into two distinct beings, cowered in the deep recesses of a dilapidated warehouse, a fortress against a world that will not understand him. His insides pulsed with the gnawing uncertainty of his monstrous alter-ego that lurked within, waiting to burst forth like a wild, unfettered animal. His eyes, hollow and haunted by the incomprehensible terror he had become, flickered with a trace of hope — the hope to regain the control he’d lost.
Two states, one body- the mild-mannered scientist Bruce Banner and his volatile, other half- the Hulk. His transformation hadn’t just caused a physical metamorphosis but a psychological one. Where Bruce represented restraint, the Hulk embodied uninhibited rage. An unseen monster that he was now, Bruce moved through the shadows, lurking in the tight margins between the known and the unknown.
Meanwhile, General Thaddeus Ross, Bruce’s rigorous mentor, began piecing together the shattered clues of the chaos at the lab. The scene was almost apocalyptic- shattered glass, twisted metal, and the strange, eerie glow of the gamma radiation that had paved the way for this catastrophe. The monstrous strength required for such an upheaval wasn’t lost on the General. His instincts kicked in, a possibility that only a man of his expertise could fathom.
“This is… unnatural!” he muttered to himself, his mind racing with the implications of his discovery. He wondered if he had unearthed a destructive force or a potential weapon of unrivaled power. Regardless, he could not let it roam free. This strange, unexplainable beast was a threat to humanity, or its salvation, depending on who wielded it.
Back in the hidden corners of his makeshift refuge, Bruce wrestled with his terrifying new reality. Every heartbeat, every moment of anger, drove him closer to his monstrous alter-ego. He feared what he had become, what he could do, the harm he could cause. The thought of his loved ones, especially Betty, his warmth in the baffling cold world of science, being harmed due to his uncontrollable rage, was unbearable.
While Bruce hid, the world was slowly waking up to the existence of the unseen monster he had become. Unexplained incidents of destruction began appearing nationwide. A bridge spontaneously collapsing, a warehouse wall inexplicably torn apart, the scorched remains of a forest — all hinting at the Hulk’s presence. The news spread like a wildfire, igniting public curiosity and terror. The line between myth and reality blurred as stories of a rampaging green giant started circling, inciting a nationwide manhunt.
The relentless pursuit of the unseen monster had begun. It was a race against time. For Bruce, it was to regain control over his life and find a cure. For General Ross, it was to capture the beast before it wreaked unimaginable havoc. For the public, it was to understand the nature of the beast that dwelt among them.
In the depth of the night, Bruce steeled himself for the challenge that lay ahead. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing the primal roar of the beast within him. The thought of Betty resonated in his mind, his north star in this insurmountable darkness, anchoring his humanity.
This chapter of his life had begun, a thrilling game of cat and mouse between a man and his monster – Bruce and the Hulk, the unseen monster that lay in wait. A manhunt that would change the world’s perception of power, control, and humanity. A journey that would test Bruce’s spirit and resilience, as he ventured into the unexplored realms of his existence, forever dancing on the edge of his monstrous transformation.
Chapter 3: The Fragile Scientist
Bruce Banner stared into the mirror, the man reflecting back at him bearing the weight of two separate entities. There was the scientist, the man of reason and logic, and then there was the beast, the byproduct of science gone wrong. He was a man trapped between two realities, a prisoner in his own body.
Bruce had gone into hiding after the lab incident, turning to the only person he could trust – his ex-lover, Betty Ross. Their love story was a complex tapestry of tenderness and trepidation, with their past creating an unbreachable gap between them. Yet, Betty was his only sanctuary.
It was on a chilly afternoon in an inconspicuous diner in the heart of the Midwest that Bruce decided to reveal his secret to Betty. Her reaction was something he wasn’t prepared for. Shock and disbelief turned into curiosity and determination. Betty became his ally, his confidante, his light in the darkness. Together, they embarked on a journey to tame the monster within Bruce.
Their journey took them across the country to seek help from Leonard Samson, a renowned geneticist known for his radical theories. As the days turned into weeks, the fugitives grew closer, sharing moments of vulnerability and strength. But the peace would soon be shattered.
Unbeknownst to Bruce and Betty, they were never alone. General Thaddeus Ross, Betty’s father, had been keeping a close eye on every move they made. General Ross, a hardened military veteran, was less interested in the well-being of his daughter and more in the power that Bruce’s alter-ego, the Hulk, could provide for the U.S. military.
Bruce’s transformation into the Hulk was no secret to Ross. He was fully aware of the colossal strength the green monster possessed and saw this as an opportunity to forge the ultimate weapon. From afar, Ross plotted to capture Bruce, his mind saturated with dreams of power and domination. As Bruce and Betty were getting closer to the answer, the looming shadow of Ross was slowly closing in on them.
With Ross on their tail, their journey toward salvation took a dangerous turn. Every day became a challenge, every motel room a potential trap, every phone call a possible tip-off. This life on the run was taking a toll on Bruce, who was already grappling with his inner monster. His fear of what he could become was pushed to the background as he focused on protecting Betty.
Betty, for her part, demonstrated remarkable resilience. Her love for Bruce was unwavering, and she became the rock he so desperately needed. Her faith in him rejuvenated his spirit and gave him the strength to keep moving forward.
Towards the end of the third week, Samson informed them about a possible solution. A radical, experimental procedure that, if successful, could separate Bruce from the Hulk. Though the process seemed painfully insurmountable and pushed Bruce towards his monstrous side, he held on to the glimmer of hope it offered. As he laid on the laboratory table, his heart racing and muscles tense, he faced yet another fight – this time, a battle for his own humanity.
Chapter 3 paints the candid portrait of a man battling his inner demons, accompanied by a woman who refuses to let him lose to his fears. The couple’s quest to tame the Hulk not only reveals their character arcs but also charts a necessary trajectory for the plot. Amidst the lurking danger, the unfolding love story offers a sense of relief, making the narrative more engaging and complex.
Chapter 4: The Struggle Within
The tranquility of the dawn was disrupted by the solemn chime of the clock. Bruce woke up with a jolt, his heart pounding against his chest. Sweat-drenched and breathless, he glanced around the darkened room. The nightmare had been too real, too reminiscent of his monstrous alter-ego.
Betty, laying beside him, stirred. Her innocent gaze met his, her eyes brimming with the pain she felt for his torment. He attempted a reassuring smile before slipping out from under the covers. He needed to find a cure, for himself and for her.
Their journey had led them to Dr. Leonard Samson. A well-known geneticist, rumored to have developed a serum capable of reversing genetic mutations. With each passing day, Bruce’s hope began to wane. And, today was the day of reckoning. He was to become the first human trial for Samson’s experimental serum.
As he stepped into the cold, sterile environment of Samson’s lab, Bruce felt a shiver run down his spine, not from the metallic chill but from the uncertainty that loomed. The Hulk’s uncontrollable rage, hidden beneath the surface of his mild-mannered demeanor, dreaded the imminent pain. The fear of failure was overwhelming, but he had no choice.
Dr. Samson, with a syringe in hand, looked at him with a mixture of anxiety and hope. The serum was clear, almost invisible, yet to Bruce, it was the embodiment of his last chance. As the needle pierced his skin, he felt a cold path open within his veins. The serum was in.
The initial wave of calm was unexpected. Bruce felt a soothing sensation, reminding him of his humanity. He was hopeful. But this serenity was short-lived. Suddenly, his muscles began to contract, stretching his skin to its limits. He was being crushed from within, his body reacting to the invasion.
The transformation was underway, he could feel his body becoming denser, the familiar sensation of the monster looming. His vision blurred, and a deafening roar echoed through his ears. The green monstrosity was fighting the serum.
The lab’s equipment went haywire, their shrill alerts drowned by the Hulk’s roars. Bruce fought, his human mind striving to control the beast. He managed to utter one word before slipping away – “Betty.”
Betty stood outside the lab, her heart pounding. The muffled roars and clangs of tossed lab equipment sent a chill down her spine. Bruce was in there. Her Bruce. In a moment of bravery or sheer madness, she threw open the doors and ran inside.
The sight that greeted her was horrifying. The lab was nearly unrecognizable, full of debris. Hulk, gripping tightly to some semblance of his human side, glanced at her. His eyes were the same piercing blue, carrying the same warmth she knew from Bruce. One look at Betty, and he roared, not in anger, but in desperation. His fists hit the ground, and he shrunk back into Bruce.
The aftermath was catastrophic. The Hulk had left its mark, its rage manifesting in the destroyed lab. Bruce lay unconscious amidst it all. The serum had failed. Not only had it failed to cure him, but it had also brought out the Hulk stronger than ever before.
Dr. Samson stood amidst the rubble, his hopeful gaze replaced with a resigned one. The serum was his life’s work, and today, it had failed. The consequences were right in front of him, a broken man amidst a broken laboratory.
Defeat hung in the air. Their dreams had been shattered, their hopes crushed. Bruce had become the embodiment of failure, a symbol of an experiment gone horribly wrong. But in his unconscious form, there was a painful look of determination. He was not done fighting.
This failure was a bitter pill to swallow, but it only served to reinforce their resolve. They would need to regroup, reassess their approach and try again. It was not just about Bruce anymore; it was about the human spirit’s defiant fight against despair. With a newfound resolve, they began planning their next move, determined to do whatever it took to save Bruce. The Hulk may have won this battle, but the war was far from over.
Chapter 5: The Military Intervention
An eerie silence filled the air as the morning sun draped the city in a cloak of gold. Bruce, a fugitive now, had been on the run for days. He felt the fatigue gnawing at his bones, but he wouldn’t allow himself to rest. The beast within him had been quiet, perhaps dormant, but he knew it was ready to explode into rage at the slightest provocation. His eyes were haunted, reflecting the horrors of uncontrolled transformation that had turned his life upside down.
Meanwhile, his mentor, General Thaddeus Ross, had been obsessively tracking his escape. He firmly believed that Bruce’s monstrous alter ego held the key to creating an unparalleled military weapon. A chilling sensation of power and control consumed Ross. His mind was abuzz with strategies and tactical plans, his determination unwavering.
News of the mysterious green monster had reached every corner of the city following the lab incident. It stirred a boiling cauldron of fear, fascination, and wild speculations. The murmurs intensified into a web of rumors. The city was on the brink of chaos.
Bruce had taken shelter in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. His mind was a battleground. The thought of unleashing the Hulk and the destruction that would follow was terrifying. But he also knew his transformation was inevitable. He couldn’t run forever. All he could do now was, hope to find solace in isolation.
His isolation was short-lived. General Ross had zeroed in on Bruce’s location. A fleet of black SUVs and helicopters thundered toward the warehouse. As they closed in, Bruce could hear the cacophony of racing engines and rotating helicopter blades. He could feel the beast stir within him.
Suddenly, bullets rained down, their sinister echo reverberated off the metal walls of the warehouse. The siege had begun. Bruce felt his pulse quicken. His veins pumped with adrenaline, his heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. His body was a ticking time bomb, waiting for the trigger to explode into its monstrous form. He knew he had to control it, for if he gave into the anger, the consequences would be catastrophic.
Outside, General Ross watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He commanded his men forward, intent on capturing his engineered marvel. The warehouse door was blasted open, soldiers moved in, their guns trained on Bruce. Their faces were hardened, mirroring the tense and charged atmosphere.
A sudden roar filled the air, sending tremors down their spines. Bruce’s transformation was in progress. The soldiers rooted in fear, witnessed in awe and terror as the man before them morphed into a hulking, green monster. The Hulk stood towering above them, eyes blazing with fury. His mighty roar shook the very core of the earth, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.
The soldiers, paralyzed by fear, scattered as the Hulk charged towards them. The ensuing battle was brutal. Military strategy and weapons seemed futile against the raging creature. The city shook with each destructive blow, buildings crumbled, and vehicles were tossed like toys. The chaos was beyond comprehension. The world watched in horror and awe as the Hulk rampaged, the embodiment of pure, raw power.
Betty, watching the events unfold on the news, felt a surge of fear and concern. She knew the man behind the beast and understood his struggle. As destruction reigned, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of love and longing for Bruce, praying for his safety amid the chaos.
As the dust settled, and the city lay in ruins, the Hulk, victorious and exhausted, roared one last time before disappearing into the darkness. In this relentless clash, Bruce had become the very threat he sought to contain. But in this wreckage, there was a glimmer of hope, a chance for Bruce to regain what he had lost. For now, the city would nurse its wounds, but the story of the green monster would linger in everyone’s mind, a tale of power, control, and the stark reminder of what lay hidden beneath human skin. And as the echoes of the Hulk’s roar faded, Bruce vanished, leaving behind a city shattered and a road filled with uncertainties.
Chapter 6: The Relentless Pursuit
Bruce was a fugitive on the run. His heart pounded in his chest like a rhythmic drum calling out an urgent cry for freedom. Each breath was a scorching fire, his muscles screamed in protest, yet he willed himself to go on. Beneath his humanity, he felt the low rumble of the other, the beast within him. The irate, relentless Hulk whined for release. But Bruce was not ready to let it lose, not yet. He had to get to Betty.
A cacophony of sirens echoed behind him. He dared a glance over his shoulder, gritting his teeth at the sight of the military vehicles speeding towards him, clouds of dust billowing into the twilight sky like sinuous snakes. Panic was a live wire, zinging and zapping through his veins. He pushed harder, his legs pounding against the gritty asphalt with a hypnotic rhythm. His body begged for release, for transformation, but he refused to let his fear morph into rage.
Meanwhile, General Ross was in hot pursuit. Watching the echo of his prey in his convoy’s rising dust, he felt a sense of predatory satisfaction. Raw power thrummed beneath his fingertips, the steering wheel cold and unyielding, just as he planned to be. His grip tightened, knuckles white under the strain. His hunter’s eyes never wavered from their target; a lone figure in the distance struggling against the odds.
Back at the military base, Betty was held captive. She paced the confines of her temporary prison, every tick of the clock resonating with her escalating anxiety. The gnawing fear for Bruce consumed her every thought. She knew what her father was capable of, what he would do if he caught Bruce. A shiver of dread passed through her, but she refused to let it incapacitate her. She needed to be strong for Bruce.
As the landscape changed from city to forest, Bruce found his adrenaline reserves depleting. His breath hitched in his throat as he stumbled onto the forest floor. The wilderness provided a new challenge, the terrain rugged and unforgiving. Physically drained and mentally exhausted, he felt the beast within him stir restlessly. But he couldn’t let go yet. He had to reach Betty.
Under the canopy of the dense forest, Bruce found an abandoned cabin. He took refuge, his exhausted body sagging against the dilapidated structure. As he sank to the ground, the echo of chasing vehicles dimmed in his ears. He knew it was only a temporary reprieve from the relentless pursuit.
Back at the military base, Betty managed to convince a sympathetic guard to allow her a phone call. She knew it was a long shot, but she had to warn Bruce. As the call connected, she felt a flicker of hope. She hastily relayed details of her location, her voice urgent and desperate. The line went dead, leaving her with uncertainty.
Meanwhile, Bruce had lost track of time. His body craved rest, but his mind was a battlefield of anxiety and fear. He thought of the conversation with Betty. Her voice was laced with the undertone of fear, yet it held an unwavering resolve. It was a call to arms, and he knew what he had to do.
Bruce now saw himself as more than a man, more than a beast. He was a protector, a guardian. He might not have asked for this life, but he wouldn’t shirk his responsibilities. As the sun dipped below the horizon, he steeled himself for what lay ahead. The path was going to be treacherous, the enemies formidable. But he wasn’t going to back down. He couldn’t. He was the Hulk after all, wasn’t he?
Thus, the relentless pursuit continued. As dusk melted into the inkiness of night, a new game began. It was no longer just a chase; it was a fight for survival, a fight for love, a fight for freedom. Bruce was ready to face whatever came next. The Hulk was ready. And the world would soon see their power.
Chapter 7: The Ultimate Standoff
A sense of ominous stillness lingered over the dawn as Bruce woke from a restless sleep. The thrilling chase had turned into a merciless cat-and-mouse game steered by General Ross, and the stakes were high – Betty’s life. While he was still human, Bruce decided to confront the general. He knew it would provoke his transformation, but he would rather accept the Hulk than compromise Betty’s safety.
He trudged through the wilderness, the chilling wind whispering stories about his forsaken past as the brilliant genetic researcher, the tragic accident, the monstrous alter ego. The sun began its descent, casting long, murky shadows. He arrived at the General’s military base – a forlorn fortress laden with secrets. Memories of his peaceful past life clashed horrifically with his present, stirring a potent cocktail of heightened emotions.
As if on cue, the red emergency lights began to flash, and a warning siren flooded the compound. Soldiers fanned out, their fingers twitching on the triggers of their weapons. The entire base throbbed with the anticipation of an impending storm.
“Let Betty go, Ross,” Bruce demanded, his voice reverberating over the sirens.
“You’re a monster, Banner,” General Ross retorted. “You’re nothing but weaponry for the military.”
Bruce was caught in a whirlwind of rage. His eyes turned green, and his muscles bulged beneath his clothes. He roared, transforming into the Hulk, his roar echoing across the base, vibrating through the concrete. The Hulk was now in control.
The soldiers opened fire, their bullets bouncing off his green skin like pebbles against a mountain. The Hulk prowled forward, plowing through the soldiers like they were plastic toys. His rage-induced strength was no match for their weapons. The chaos was punctuated by frantic orders, and the base was overwhelmed by a savage, merciless wrath.
The Hulk’s raw power and unfettered anger painted a gruesome picture. Tanks were overturned, buildings crumbled, and soldiers were flung aside like rag dolls. Ross watched in horror as his troops fell one by one. The Hulk’s relentless assault inflicting massive destruction.
Despite the raging war, the Hulk’s focus remained on General Ross, who was still standing, solitary and defiant. Hulk’s roar echoed through the smoke-filled air as he charged towards the General’s location. Ross stood firm, his gaze steely, his stance challenging.
Meanwhile, Betty, trapped inside the control room, watched in dismay. She saw Bruce in that monstrous form – the man she loved, the man caught in a battle with his own existence. Her heart ached at his torment. She felt an intense surge of emotions; love, repulsion, fear, and respect, all jumbled up, every sentiment battling for dominance.
The Hulk reached Ross, his anger now a cascading avalanche. Ross, in a last-ditch effort, activated a powerful sonic weapon. The waves of sound brought the Hulk to his knees, his roars of pain echoing throughout the base. Betty watched in horror as Bruce’s transformation began to recede, revealing the man beneath the monster.
“I hope you get the monster you wanted, Ross,” Bruce gasped, his voice barely audible over the sonic assault.
Betty, in a desperate bid to save Bruce, overrode the control room’s systems, shutting down the sonic weapon. The base echoed with her voice, “I love you, Bruce. Always.”
The Hulk reawakened, a final roar ripping from his lips as he grabbed the sonic weapon and crushed it into dust. Ross was sent sprawling onto his back. The base fell into an eerie silence as the Hulk turned his back to Ross, disappearing into the smoke-filled night, leaving behind a testament of his unconquerable rage.
Chapter 7’s climactic showdown was a testament to the beast’s unstoppable force, but also a reminder of the man trapped within the beast – a man whose sole motivation was to protect the woman he loved. A man willing to embrace his curse to safeguard his love. An unforgettable chapter in the epic saga of a monster and a man.
Chapter 8: The Unthinkable Sacrifice
The sun was hanging low in the horizon when Bruce emerged from the wreckage. He was battered, bruised but unbroken. His heart pounded against his chest, matching the rhythm of the impending catastrophe. The military base, once a symbol of security and strength, now resembled a war-torn ruin. The reason? The Hulk and his uncontrollable rage.
Everywhere he looked, he could see the devastation his other self had wrought. The fear in the eyes of soldiers who were trained to be fearless. The destruction that had replaced orderly life. It was a mirror, reflecting his internal turmoil and guilt.
He felt the low, grumbling murmur deep within him. The Hulk was near the surface, eager to break free, to finish what he’d started. Bruce clenched his fists, finding temporary control. He had one last card to play – a drastic, potentially fatal, solution. But it was his responsibility to right his wrongs and contain the beast he had unleashed.
In the midst of crushed buildings and defeated warriors, Betty stood, a goddess of compassion and resilience in a world of chaos. Her gentle eyes stared at him, the emerald green mirroring his inner demon. She held her breath, her heart aching at the sight of the man she loved. Knowing what he might do, it was anguish that veiled her usually vibrant eyes.
“Betty,” he called, his voice hoarse from the day’s battle. “I have to do this.” His gaze, a picture of resolve and regret, held hers. His decision, as unthinkable as it was, seemed the only plausible end to this nightmare.
“NO!” Betty’s cry echoed through the silent battlefield. She raced towards him, but he held up his hand. He couldn’t risk the Hulk surfacing, not when he was so close to her. So, he took a step back. That single step felt more like a chasm, pulling them worlds apart.
“I have a plan,” he said, the chemical solution he developed gleaming in his trembling hand. It was a deadly mixture of radiative properties, designed to trigger a reaction within him so intense that it would either force the Hulk into a permanent dormancy or…he didn’t want to think about the alternative.
Bruce made his way to the remnants of his laboratory, every ticking second a reminder of the approaching decision. He could see General Ross, his face hard and unreadable in the distance, ready to authorize a deadly strike at any moment.
Without another glance, Bruce injected the solution into his veins. A crippling pain surged through him, forcing him down to his knees. The Hulk roared within him, a beast in the throes of death. He could feel his body restructuring, mutating under the induced radiation.
Meanwhile, outside his collapsing world, Betty watched, her heart tearing at each agonizing scream. The world drew in a collective breath, the eerie stillness amplifying the gravity of the situation.
And then, everything exploded into chaos. A brilliant burst of light, a shockwave of raw, pulsating energy radiated from Bruce. Soldiers were thrown back, buildings further crumbled and the ground itself shook under the unleashed power.
When the dust settled, a figure emerged from the wreckage. It was not the monstrous Hulk, but Bruce – pale, weakened but alive. The Hulk, it seemed, had retreated into an unseen depth. He looked around at the crowd of awestruck military and then to Betty, a weak smile spreading across his face.
He had done it. At the brink of his end, he had saved them. He had saved her. The Hulk was no more. But he knew deep down, it was a pyrrhic victory. He had lost his monstrous alter-ego, but his normal life was forever tainted.
Bruce, in one final act of love, said his goodbyes to Betty, promising to return to her. With that, he disappeared into the vast wilderness, leaving behind the chaos of his creation and the love of his life, their fates as uncertain and complex as the man himself.
Some scenes from the movie Hulk written by A.I.
INT. LAB – NIGHT
Bruce BANNER (mid-30s, brooding, brilliant) is working late, alone amid the BUBBLING TEST TUBES and FLICKERING MONITORS.
Suddenly, a LOUD BEEP rings out…
Warning! Gamma radiation leakage…
Bruce accidentally KNOCKS a vial off the table. He DIVES to catch it, but it’s too late. The vial SMASHES.
EXT. LAB – CONTINUOUS
The lab GLOWS a potent GREEN. Bruce’s already PALE FACE grows gaunter, his eyes CHANGING from human to beastly.
Bruce (to himself)
Suddenly, a HUGE EXPLOSION blows out the walls of the lab.
EXT. LAB – NIGHT
The lab is in RUINS. Suddenly, out of the wreckage, a GIANT GREEN HAND reaches out and PULLS a figure from the rubble – HULK.
TO BE CONTINUED…
INT. GOVERNMENT HQ – DAY
General ROSS (60s, stern, military precision), stands in the debris, a picture of Hulk in one hand.
Ross (to his aide)
INT. SHABBY APARTMENT – NIGHT
Bruce Banner, mid-30s, haunted by memories, scruffy, drenched in sweat, is hunched over his makeshift lab.
This is not who I am… This is not who I was meant to be.
INT. SECRET MILITARY BASE – NIGHT
General THADDEUS ROSS, 50s, stern, a seasoned military man, surveys a destroyed lab. His eyes fall upon the familiar destruction and he sighs.
Something unnatural did this.
Could it be…
INT. SHABBY APARTMENT – NIGHT
Bruce is on his laptop, news headlines flash – “UNEXPLAINED DESTRUCTION”, “MYSTERY MONSTER”, “NATIONWIDE MANHUNT BEGINS”. His eyes display fear and resignation.
(whispering to himself)
The hunt has begun.
Bruce’s mind wanders back to BETTY ROSS, late 20s, beautiful, compassionate. He finds an old photo of them in a drawer. His eyes well up, he clutches the photo tightly.
(to the picture)
I need you, Betty.
FADE TO BLACK:
TO BE CONTINUED…
INT. COFFEE SHOP – DAY
(END OF PREVIOUS SCENE – BRUCE MIRRORS TURNS INTO THE HULK)
Bruce, mid-30s, handsome yet worn from years of hiding, sits across from BETTY, an intelligent and strong woman with a soft spot for Bruce. She stirs her coffee, her face full of worry. Bruce’s hands tremble slightly.
You can’t hide forever, Bruce.
I know. But we need to find a way to control it.
Suddenly, a news clip on the TV catches Bruce’s attention; a blurry image of the Hulk on the screen with the headline: “Mysterious Beast Causes Havoc.”
(looking at the TV)
Yes. When I get angry or stressed…I transform.
Betty takes in the information, her face a mix of fear and fascination.
Can you control it?
(shakes his head)
No. And that’s why I need to hide. Until we figure this out.
Betty reaches across the table and takes Bruce’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He looks at her, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Then we figure this out together.
Suddenly, Bruce’s phone BUZZES with a text. He reads it, his face going pale.
We need to go…now.
They leave hastily, glancing around cautiously as they slip out of the coffee shop.
TO BE CONTINUED…
INT. SCIENCE LAB – DAY
Dr. ORSON, a white-haired scientist, hunches over a set of complex blueprints.
(looking at Bruce)
You do understand the risks involved, right, Bruce?
Bruce Banner, visibly nervous, nods.
Anything to end this nightmare.
A GURGLING TANK filled with a luminous green liquid sits in the middle of the lab.
INT. ISOLATION TANK – LATER
Bruce, in a swimsuit, steps into the tank. It’s filled with the same green liquid. He takes a deep breath before the glass enclosure slides shut.
INT. CONTROL ROOM – CONTINUOUS
A bank of monitors shows vital signs and readings. Orson is at the controls and BETTY ROSS, Bruce’s ex-lover, watches nervously.
We begin in 3, 2, 1…
Betty cups her hand over her mouth. On the monitor, Bruce’s body begins to glow emission green.
INT. ISOLATION TANK – CONTINUOUS
Bruce winces in pain. His body twitches uncontrollably. His transformation to the HULK begins.
INT. CONTROL ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Betty and Orson watch in horror as the transformation accelerates.
Stop it, Orson! You’re killing him!
Orson, white-faced with terror, slams the emergency STOP button. The glow ceases. Bruce gazes at Betty, hurt visible in his eyes.
INT. SCIENCE LAB – NIGHT
Bruce is huddled in the corner, a look of trepidation crosses his face. Suddenly, a FORCEFUL KNOCK echoes around the room.
EXT. SCIENCE LAB – CONTINUOUS
At the door, GENERAL ROSS (late 50s, stern), surrounded by a team of heavily armed SOLDIERS.
CUT BACK TO:
INT. SCIENCE LAB – CONTINUOUS
Bruce hears the knock, he frantically looks for a way to escape. A second knock ensues. Bruce’s ADRENALIN surges; his eyes start to glow GREEN.
INT. SCIENCE LAB/ENTRANCE – CONTINUOUS
General Ross busts open the door, his eyes scanning the room, they fixate on BRUCE.
(Barks to his men)
Ross’s men charge forward. Bruce’s transformation begins, his muscles bulge, skin turns green, he transforms into THE HULK.
EXT. SCIENCE LAB – CONTINUOUS
The Hulk explodes out of the building, soldiers scatter. The battle begins. Pure chaos. Hulk’s roars echo through the city as military helicopters swarm in.
TO BE CONTINUED…
INT. SECRET SAFE HOUSE – NIGHT
Bruce Banner sits alone in the dark room, his face a mask of pain. He clenches his fists, the veins on his arm pulsating with an unnerving GREEN GLOW. There is a KNOCK on the door – he straightens up.
The door creaks open and BETTY ROSS steps in, beautiful but fearful. She gazes at Bruce, eyes filled with concern.
Bruce… you can’t keep running.
I’m not running from them, Betty. I’m running from me.
EXT. WOODS – NIGHT
They are on the move under the guise of the moonlight, careful, quiet. Suddenly, the roar of HELICOPTERS overhead. Their faces DROP.
INT. MILITARY COMMAND CENTER – NIGHT
GENERAL ROSS watches monitors, his face hard.
He won’t get far. Deploy all units.
EXT. WOODS – NIGHT
Bruce and Betty are running, breathless. Suddenly, Betty trips. Bruce scoops her up but soldiers surround them. They’re trapped. General Ross steps out, cold, ruthless.
You’ve been a hard man to find, Banner.
Bruce looks at Betty, then back at the General. His eyes turn GREEN.
FADE OUT. TO BE CONTINUED.
Can’t wait for the next episode? Tune in next week to watch the epic confrontation between the Hulk and the military!