Domia abr Wyrda
Chapter One: Descent
This is not a very popular type of fanfic. I know that, but it's been in my head for a while and I need to get it out. Hope you enjoy.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing that Christopher Paolini created in the, "Inheritance Cycle", nor do I own the ideas that belong to Greg Pak and Carlo Pagulayan who are the writers of the comic, "Planet Hulk"
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INTRODUCTION
Anger. Every one of the Bruce Banner's dreams is filled with the uncontrollable and unyielding anger that is woven into the center of his being. He is angry at the world. Bruce is angry at his so called friends the Avengers, but most of all he is angry for existing.
In Bruce's dreams he feels all the pain that he has caused to the people of earth and his friends and family, and he is constantly reminded of what a monster people think he is. This recurring inner struggle has been replaying over and over again all throughout Bruce's slumber, which has lasted for 6 weeks. The last memory he had before his deep sleep, was that of him destroying manhattan once again, and then being bashed several times on the head by Thor's hammer until he achieved unconsciousness.
It is a very known fact by all the people of the earth, and a known fact for many life forms in the universe, that Bruce is extremely dangerous. Especially when he is angry. Even after he found a way to keep his intellect and no longer remain as a mindless brute during his transformation as the Hulk; people still feared him. His anger still controlled him and he was still destructive in his anger.
And so, after one of his greatest outbursts of fury, The Avengers made the choice of sending Bruce to an unknown planet far away so that he will no longer be a threat to anyone. So for his 6 six weeks of sleep, he has suffered, and all the while he remains oblivious to what has actually happened. The only happiness that Bruce has is the unrealistic thought that Thor might have actually killed him. Though Bruce knows deep down that that is nearly impossible to do.
CHAPTER ONE: Descent
Beep.
Bruce ran down a long street filled with hundreds of cars suddenly growing taller with every second.
Beep.
Bruce jumped from block to block breaking the cement of the sidewalk beneath his very large feet.
Beep.
Bruce smashed everything in his path knowing that nothing could stop him.
Beep.
Screams filled the air of the once calm city of New York. At least, New York was as calm as it could ever possibly be. That was until ten minutes ago when anger took control of Bruce Banner turning him into the Hulk, and he became an instrument for chaos. He destroyed everything in his path, and he knew it was wrong but he can't stop.
All he sees is red, and in the haze of the never ending madness, pain suddenly invaded Bruce's...,no Hulk's, large skull. It pulsed deeper and deeper in the depths of his mind. Once. Twice. Three times. Then blackness.
Beep.
Beep.
"Arriving at unknown world in exactly five minutes"
Bruce Banner opened his eyes to a very unfamiliar sight. His surroundings consisted of a small well lit room filled with hundreds of controls lined on ether side. A huge black screen hung on the wall vertical of Bruce, and it stretched from one corner of the room to the other, which takes up most of the space in the confined room. Disoriented and with blurred vision he tries to walk, but can not move. Bruce peers down as best as he can to see that very strong restraints are latched on to his arms, legs, and around his neck and torso.
Beep.
Bruce's eyes rose up to look at the huge screen that took up most of the room. He looked more closely at the screen and saw that in the center of the black surface there was two words flashing white in rhythm with the beeping noise. He understood now what emanated the sound that awoke him.
-Say play-, is what the two words read in the center of the screen.
The shackles and chains vibrated uncomfortably as Bruce spoke.
"Play."
The screen flickered to life and there, as if they had stood in the room with him, were the Avengers. Each one wore a face of regret and sadness. At the front stood Tony Stark, who seemed the most troubled out of all who stood before him. Each and everyone of Bruce's friends averted their eyes in what appeared to be shame; with the exception of Tony.
"Bruce." Stark regretfully said.
"I'm sorry, but this was the only solution." He paused once, his voice never faltering, and then he continued on.
"You are always angry, and...well of course when you are angry you leave a path of destruction. The angrier you get the stronger you get, and there is no limit to your rage. Not even the mightiest of earths heroes can deter you. We were lucky enough to have Thor knock you unconscious before you destroyed Manhattan. Because of your might we have sent you to an unknown planet in the farthest reaches of space that appears to have no intelligent life forms upon it. What we do know is that it's atmosphere is suitable for you and the land has plenty of game for you to hunt." He paused again shortly, which gave the one emotion Bruce that has always had enough time to build up inside of him.
He could feel the fire in his bones and his body enlarging. A red haze made itself present over Bruce's vision and the room seemed to shrink. With a ferocious lurch he tore free of the shackles that bond him to the wall.
"Now beginning descent into unknown world" said the ships robotic voice.
Rage! It is Hulks only emotion as he takes over Bruce Banner, and tears down the tiny room, of what he now knows is a part of a ship, to pieces.
-Absolute fury! That is all I feel! That is all I will ever know! His words are like bullets to me. They pelt me like annoying bee stings and enrage me even further-
Hulk destroyed more parts of the ship, ripping it apart like paper, and it's descent became more and more violent. Then the jerking and thrashing of the vessel made it almost impossible for him to hear the last words that Tony had to say, but he could still hear them.
"We are sorry Bruce. I know that you will never forgive us, but I hope you can see that this was the only way to keep earth safe. Farew—" The last part of the message was cut out by Hulks menacing and defining roar.
He smashed, ripped, and destroyed everything within his grasp, which caused the ship jerks to occur more violently. A ringing started to build up in Hulks ears as every second passed by and then a blazing inferno builded up and flooded through the ship causing Hulk's vision to be to be cut off from everything except flame. With another roar Hulk was consumed by the flames and then there was a violent jolt that ran throughout the ship and Hulk was thrown against the far wall pulverizing it and sending him out into the unknown.
Hulk fell through the air at frightening speeds headed straight down toward, what looked like to him, a vast forest that stretched on for miles below. As the ground grew closer Hulk readied to land on his feet, and with a loud crash, that shook the ground, and caused wildlife to scatter in fear, Hulk made impact.
The first thing Hulk was aware of when he crawled out of the canyon like hole, that marked the were he landed, was the sound of metal grinding against metal. He snapped his head skywards to see the aircraft that brought him across stars was descending upon him. The sound that the metal made was horrible and unbearable, but it was drowned out by Hulk's roar. Once the ship was close Hulk leaped out of the way and it landed in the crater and produced what felt like earthquakes. Once it settled the area was deathly silent, but it was a very short silence because of Hulks thundering footsteps, as he ran toward the ship. He jumped into the hole he created so that he could smash the ship into pieces, and once he reached the large structure the frenzy began and he smashed the aircraft like a gorilla smashing the ground. Every time his large green fists made contact with the ship it shook the earth. This continued for hours without end, and the same thoughts repeated through Hulk's mind during that time.
-I hate them! I hate them! They were never my friends! What kind of friends would do this to someone?!-
Eventually the night hours arrived and he started to slow in his motions, calming down only a little. Then, when the first few sparks of sunlight appeared over the horizon, Hulk lay on the ground heaving out of breath.
-I hate them...I hate them...I hate them...-
Hulk then started to shrink and, after no more than ten seconds passed by, Hulk lay on the earth in the form of Bruce Banner once again, and then Bruce drifted into his awaiting nightmares.