DR. Bruce Banner; physician, scientist, struggling to unlock all the potentials of a human, but in an accident Dr. Banner was exposed to large amounts of Gamma Radiation. When Dr. Banner gets angry or outraged, a startling metamorphism occurs. He becomes a monster with the intent of destruction; he becomes the Hulk!
A summer at Camp Crystal Lake is something that anyone can enjoy. Especially if you are a teenage camp counselor, until one night when a little deformed boy known as Jason Voorhees drowned. However, he did not stay there, years later after the death of his mother Jason rose from his watery grave and began a killing spree around the camp. Now anyone who returns to the camp will perish.
HULK vs. JASON
Chapter 1: Intro
He walked slow but casual. From his tone and muscle shape, anyone can tell he walks a lot. Surprisingly with all of the camping equipment on, he was able to stay cool; but he was used to it.
The wind blew the black hair of Bruce Banner as he made his way into the town. He had been hiking for about three days with very little breaks. He turned into a small diner with hopes to be able to get enough money scrounged up for some breakfast. He could see there were only three people in there, they all stopped to look at him. He sat down in a seat near the counter, a waitress approached him. She was quite attractive for a small town girl. Long brunette, long legs, easy on the brown eyes. "What can I get you hun?" She asked.
Bruce answered, "Just a small cup of coffee please."
The waitress walked around the corner and started talking to Bruce again, "I've never seen you around here before."
"First time for me." Bruce talked back.
"So what are you doing in this small town, just passing through?" She asked.
Bruce simply replied, "Mainly. I got a job as a cook for Camp Crystal Lake."
Everyone stopped and started looking at him again. Bruce was quite bewildered as to why. "Is something wrong?"
"Why would you work there?" The waitress asked.
"I need the money." Bruce replied.
"Don't you know what happened there all those years ago?" She asked.
Bruce shook his head gesturing a no. This of course stirred his curiosity on what she was talking about. Naturally, Bruce asked, "What happened?"
"Well," All of a sudden the sheriff walked in. All attention turned to him.
He greeted all, "Hello everyone!" He walked and sat next to Bruce before removing his hat and patting down his gray hair. "So what have you got for me today, Joyce?"
The waitress responded and automatically had a cup of coffee with her. She placed it in front of the sheriff who took a sip of it. His attention then turned to Bruce just because he was a stranger. "And who might you be?" The sheriff asked.
"Bruce Banner." He introduced himself.
"So what are city folk like you doing in a country like this?" The sheriff asked.
"I took a summer job as a cook for the reopening of Camp Crystal Lake." Bruce explained.
The sheriff was not as nervous as everyone else was however. If anything, he seemed overjoyed. "So you're the new cook. You know we haven't had anyone up there in the camp since about 1963 or so."
"Well it's a good thing I'm here then." Bruce laughed along with the sheriff.
"I like you boy. Tell you what I'll drive you the rest of the way. It still a good fifteen miles down the road." The sheriff offered.
"Sure," Bruce said, "that's be nice."
"Well let's get going then." The sheriff said still laughing.
"I didn't pay her for the coffee." Bruce said as he was being pushed out the door.
"Don't worry about it," The sheriff called back, "Joyce, put his coffee on my tab."
The car ride was nice. It had been a long time since Bruce could relax on a trip somewhere. He almost felt like falling asleep but knew that would be bad manners. Not that it mattered, as it would not take too much longer before they arrived.
The sheriff wanted Bruce's attention, "Hey boy."
Bruce turned his way. "Listen I know you're knew around here and all that but listen up." He began getting serious, "A few years ago a boy drowned in that lake you see. Problem was a few years later he kind of rose from the dead and started killing the camp counselors. No matter what was tried, we couldn't get rid of him. Every time we reopened the camp, people would die. So, I want you to watch yourself, you hear."
"Yes I do." Bruce thought this guy was insane but agreed as not to offend him.
The car pulled in front of a big sign that read CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE. It was all made out of mahogany wood and seemed very well crafted. Bruce thought it looked nice enough. Therefore, Bruce got his bags and walked into the camp. He then turned back around to see the sheriff was pulling out not even hesitating to get out. Bruce stepped onto the campgrounds never knowing his life was about to turn to hell.
To Be Continued…