The Suicide of Bruce Banner – for littlemanwithabigproblem
Bruce looked down at the shaking gun in his hands, he was terrified, terrified of what he had become, terrified of the being that now inhabited his body with him.
Was it days or months or even years ago that he had had his accident? He couldn't remember, all he knew is that it was the day his life as he knew it ended.
This Thing inside of him, this monster that could control him… It did horrible things when it took control, it destroyed buildings and killed people, and that wasn't him, he was a Doctor of science, he helped people.
Today, he had decided that the best way to help people would be to take the thing inside him out, and that meant taking himself out as well.
His grip on the gun tightened, stopping the shaking as he steeled himself, putting the barrel of the gun into his mouth.
He thought of all the people he would lose, his mother, but she hadn't talked to him since this happened, his sister, but she had disappeared years ago, his cat, but someone would take care of him, his best friend, but he had turned his back on him, ran, as he should.
He remembered being told that the first thing he was told he destroyed was the lab he had been working in, killing his fellow scientists. His friends.
He squeezed his eyes shut and put his trembling finger on the trigger.
He remembered being imprisoned, being called a monster, people running in fear of him, always being angry.
He pulled the trigger.
Then, there was nothing but pain as his body was ripped apart from the inside forcefully as the other took over, crushing the gun in his giant green hand and spitting out the bullet.
Everyone thought the creature was stupid, couldn't understand, but they were wrong, the other just didn't like to talk and ignored most things, but now, he spoke "little man, we need to talk" the words were slow and grating, tell tale that the beast didn't use them often, preferring instead to talk with his fists and strength.
And so they did, they came to an agreement, Bruce would not try to do this again, and the other would try to make things easier for Bruce.
But it was never easier, every time he changed it was excruciating pain, every time he changed he never knew who the other would kill, never knew what he would destroy.
Nothing would ever be the same again, his life was truly over.
So he moved somewhere he could help people, and he helped people every day of his life, as much as he could. He learned to suppress the ever present rage of the other.
But then she came, and changed his life once again.