me: I love this chapter!
Ella: You always name your monsters you add in these stories, like the Elmatrix (see her story Angel's Predictions for detail), so what do you call this one?
me: I call it Hulk gone Wrong. Or....I got no short names.....well then....
Ella: Great job, maxrideaddict...great job. So all through the chapter your gonna call it the Hulk gone Wrong? Very original.
me: I know right?! So anyway, no. I'll just call it Hulk, or the HGW. That sounds wierd. I don't hink I should do it. Hulk or HGW?
Ella: Uh, well, just call it Hulk, it's a lot easier. Our readers while know what you are talking about, right guys? And remember, it's Iggy and Gazzy in there, so whatever Fang of Max does to Hulk they do to Iggy and Gazzy, they just don't know it. Like if they punch the Hulk's stomach, that would be Iggy's head. Hulk's head, Gazzy's head. But Iggy is on the bottom. So, and I'm not going to forget it, Disclaimer!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own MR. Or the Hulk. JP owns MR and....I don't know who owns Hulk. But I don't. Let's just go with that. But I do own this plot and any unrecognized characters. And I own the introduction (gone wrong) of the Hulk in MR. MUHAHAHAH!!!!!
me: Enjoy!! Oh, and the beginning in in Fang POV
This is NOT happening. Hulk was basically on top of Max. He slammed his fist at the ground, and she rolled out of the way. She jumped up and kicked it in the head and same time I punched it's stomach. It sounded like two grunts at once.
"Fang, Maximum!" said a deep voice like you hear in those horror films. That voice wasn't weird enough to fit that body.
Max froze in the middle of a punch. "That's the same voice from the phone!" Her shock allowed the Hulk to blow a punch to her stomach, sending her flying without wings across the room.
-Gazzy-
"Iggy!" I hissed, so low they could hear it outside of the suit. "Why did you just do that?!"
"Do what?" Iggy asked as Fang punched him in the head, or what he thought was the Hulk's stomach. Iggy hissed like a snake.
Fang shot four blows into Iggy's head. "You're.......worse........then........Erasers!"
I slammed my head down on Fang's making him stumble backwards. My head was the only weapon I had. Iggy was controlling the main parts of the arms, and he was almost out. Max had slammed into the TV....ouch. Glass everywhere, her head stuck in a hole in the screen. How she was fighting it, I don't know.
Ella was holding Angel and Nudge back, whispering constantly that it was me and Ig. Where was Dr. M when we needed her? Of course, Ig and I would be the ones getting in trouble, but still!
Fang slammed his fist into my head, what he thought was the Hulk's head. Ig was slowly coming into consciousness. He kicked Fang's stomach and dodged his fist to his head again. Me, on the other hand? I was getting slung around and beaten like a pinata at a 5-year-old's birthday party. Igwas doing most of the fighting, my only job was yelling 'Fang!' every once in a while. Max was still stuck in the TV. How was she not electricuted?
Neither Iggy or I could see out of this jumbo hot dog suit. It wasn't a hot dog, but we were hot enough to be in a hot dog suit in the desert. I was totally blind, I don't know how Iggy was doing it. Angel was probably sending him every move Fang and Max made.
Then Iggy slung the arm, which we both had to squeeze into, around hard. My hand was stuck in the fingers, and my arm was much shorter then Ig's. I gasped as I was thrown to the side, off Iggy's shoulders. I groaned, knowing the head was probably deflating as Hulk's side expanded, my leg lodged into it. "Ig!" I shouted. I tried to shuffle back on his shoulders, without much luck. Iggy was getting thrown around as well.
WATCH OUT FOR THE TABLE!!!! Angel shouted in both out heads. I got steadied on Iggy's shoulders, but it was too late for him. He tripped and the table crashed in the middle of my back.
-Ella POV-
I covered my mouth to keep from screaming "Gazzy!" Fang ran over to help Max get her head out of the TV. Ouch. Angel, got anything? I thought.
Angel looked up at me with a worried expression. I can't hear him. But Ig thinks he's okay.
Try to get something from him.Too bad Max and Fang had no clue that it was Iggy and Gazzy Fang just hurt. I ran over to Max and helped Fang punch away some of the extra glass. Then carefully manuvered Max's head out of the TV. "Uh-oh. Mom's not gonna be happy about this."
Max swallowed hard. "Maybe we can salvage enough out of our allowances to buy a replica before Mom gets back. She's on a week long business trip, right?
I nodded. We got several hundred dollars we saved up from allowances and my babysitting, and I was relieved when Max and Fang left for TV City. I ripped the costume off Iggy and Gazzy, and Gazzy was just now waking up. I carefully picked him up, trying not to hurt him and carried him over to the couch. "Nudge, go get the First Aid kit. In the downstairs bathroom under the sink." Nudge nodded and ran off to go get it. I looked at Gazzy again. "How ya feeling?"
"Hurts," Gazzy managed.
"Think ya can roll over?"
"No."
"I got it," Iggy said. He carefully picked Gazzy up and flipped him gently on his stomach. Gazzy groaned in pain, muffled by the couch cushion. Iggy gently felt Gazzy's back, ignoring the cries of pain, and looked up at me. "Broke. Not bad, but broke."
Nudge was by my side in a flash, shoving the First-Aid at me. I grabbed out the bandages and carefully raised Gazzy's shirt. I tightly wrapped his back in the bandages and cut it with the scissors. I securly fasened it. "Can you set up?"
With grunts of pain, Gazzy finally sat up. "I can't move!"
"That's the point," I said. "You won't move your back."
Iggy and I hauled the Hulk costume back into Mom's garden shed. By late spring, when she pounds in tons of gardening because she 'forgot', it will be covered in dust and cobwebs.
me: I love this chapter!
Ella: Poor Gazzy!! How won't Max and Fang realize he's stiff as a board?
me: Angel's awesome.
Ella: Oh, now I get it. And why did I ask Gazzy how he was feeling when he BROKE his BACK????
me: *shruggs* It's like a repeate of how stupid I was during a visitation for a funeral. Poor kid's dad had just died and his parents were speaperated, and I asked him how he was doing!!! He just said 'Hey (he said my name, but I'm not posting it on here).' and when I asked him how he was doing he didn't answer.
Ella: How stupid are you??? The kid's Dad just died, he's not gonna be prancing through the forest on My Little Pony!
me: ........
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