A strange feeling came over Bruce. He is use to feeling the rage flow through his veins like liquid fire, but this time it was different. This time he felt something he couldn't quite describe. All of those years of rage and hate seemed to have been replaced by a new feeling. They had the nerve to hurt the only person that stood by him. The one person he truthfully could say was the only person he could trust. All of the years he hated her, but this time it was different. This rage and anger was fueled by a new passion that was hotter than a thousand suns.

"How could you hurt her?," Bruce said yelling at the man he had pressed up against the wall.

Bruce's green hands covered the man's throat and he had no intention of letting go. The man he had up against the wall was the head of the research lab that had help create Bruce into the monster he was. The man was gasping for air and trying to hit the button that would alert the whole lab to Bruce's presence.

"She was bad for you Bruce. She was trying to change into something that you are not meant to be. She was trying to get you to control that anger and force you into a different calling. We couldn't allow that. She had to be dealt with."

"She was my only friend in this whole damn world." Bruce now began pressing harder on the scientist's neck. The only images flowing through Bruce's mind was those countless nights he spent talking to her. He always treated her wrong, and he thought he truly hated her. The truth is he didn't want her to get to close to his heart. However, with her laying on the ground motionless, it looks like it was to late to tell her how he truly felt for her. This enraged him more, but something clicked in his head. He spent the last year working with Ashley on controlling his anger and using it only when he deemed it was really needed. He slowly let go of the scientist and fell to his knees. How did he let her get so close? Why did she stay even when he was destroying everyone around him?

The scientist just stood there looking at the green monster before him. He truly didn't know what to do. He helped create this green monster, but now that green monster was experiencing something they never predicted he would experience. The look in Bruce's eyes told the observant scientist everything he needed to know. Bruce was having a war with his own heart, mind, and soul. John sat down beside Bruce and tried to picture what he was going through.

"Bruce I'm truly sorry. I was only following orders. She was changing you into someone that was deemed to be a threat to our security." Bruce just looked at John when he said this. There was no hate. There was no anger. The only feeling that was being felt was sadness.

John kept on trying to get Bruce to spill his thoughts. He was very intrigued by how someone like Bruce could experience anything other than pure anger.

"Bruce. I know it hurts, but why don't you tell me how you guys met, and what she meant to you." Bruce slowly looked up and John was shocked. Bruce had a single tear forming at the corner of his eye. Bruce thought about the proposition and then silently nodded his head. That's when Bruce started to tell his and her story.