Prometheus's Curse

Prometheus's Curse

And I gave mankind fire, and for that the Gods banished me here….

Greek Mythology

Beela Coola, British Columbia. 31 days without incident

I, Dr. Robert Bruce Banner is attempting yet again to control the monster inside of me, I tried and failed by science knowing that curiosity certainly beats ethics regarding the beauty and tyranny of science, me being the best example…The Army wants me, that "Abomination" of the former Captain Blonsky should illustrate New Yorkers of the menace that my existence or the existence of any other monster can cause to a large populated area, but the Army has a short memory, they would soon forget.

Why did this happen to me? Why monster doesn't retain full memory of me? Blonsky did retain an enhance version of himself, heightened by the maniacal power given by the serum… but, who help him, maybe Mr. Blue…. Certainly his curiosity meets no bounds.

For years I struggled against it, being scared of it's destructive force I been pushed to the edge of desolation… I love Betty and she loves me, but we are not meant to be together, thankfully the "beast" cares about her too… couldn't bear to harm her by mistake, she is the only link between us… as sad as it sounds I take comfort in her love for the man and the beast, because they both reside inside of me.

Thunderbolt Ross would come after me, like Ahab on Moby Dick, he would never stop… he hates me… or maybe he is jealous of the monster? Betty would have told me to use Occam's razor… be simple, come on….think! Got it, the father's hates me because she loves me….is an inverse Electra complex….basic Freudian psychology 101.

The beeping sound of my running watch alerts me about my blood pressure.

Get back in the game, Banner! Concentrate…use those muscles in the diaphragm…. Release your anger calmly, little by little, inch by inch until the feeling is gone, you can do this! Think beautiful things…. Remember the quietness of the forest, the warm tea that awaits you after you are done... let it rest, let it go.

This heart rate goes down and the beeping stops, leaving the empty space of silence.

I may come to accept what I have become, like Victor Frankenstein in the novel… I have to address the possibility that the beast is just another part of my moods, that it can do good… even take out Leviathan's like Blonsky, Bruce Banner could have never defeated a trained soldier like him….maybe he is right, maybe I didn't deserve this power….did I just remember that? It wasn't a flashback like before! It wasn't a dream….maybe there is more of me inside of him… but I don't want to find out, and to scare to….

But they want what is inside of me, they would hunt me…. They would be relentless in their pursuit…but if their get close to Betty, if they even think about using her as bait… I would let go of this "monster" they would soon realize what great mistake they have made, no matter the manpower or the weaponry they up against me….I will find them, because there is something dark in me… something that would never stop or surrender… and when my bones start to crack and my muscles started to ache from millions places, when acid get's poured inside my head…. I would become him; he'll become me….and deepest fear is that…. I like it.