You know the disclaimers and all. This is by Gman. Thanks for your help.
Chapter Eight
The intangible menace known as the First Evil stalked its prey with an ever-present confidence. Bruce didn't know where he was, so running wasn't an option. And even if he did try to run, he knew next to nothing except it was a shape-shifter of some kind. For all he knew, it could turn into a cheetah or a lion and eat him before he could pivot to turn and run. So, like the true scientist he was, he decided to study it. "The first among who or what?" he asked.
The visage of Buffy Summers, in a black jacket and black pants replied, "First evil will do. Think of me as the nagging little whisper in the head of every animated being telling them to punch the old lady in the face instead of helping her across the street, so to speak."
Bruce ran his hand over his mouth vigorously trying to hide his disdain. A word kept ringing over and over in his mind…"Hellmouth." The mere thought of that word seemed to rile the monster within. His curiosity piqued even more and asked, "What is the Hellmouth? What does it have to do with the Hulk?"
"I don't remember owing you an explanation as to my plans or motivations, Dr. Banner. But the Hellmouth, I will say, is an epicenter for the supernatural and inhuman. I assume somehow your big green/gray/whatever colored friends of yours sensed its power. Me and a friend of mine are sending tall dark and incredibly stupid to it so we can cleanse this planet of the mistake called humans. The world will be perfect once more. Total chaos and evil will reign; blood will cover the lands once again."
Bruce took the "girl's" remarks with a true scientist's analytical skepticism. "You're right. You are evil," he said nodding. The doctor then sat down on a dusty cardboard box on the floor. "The First evil…and you want the Hulk to open this 'Hellmouth' so you can invite your legions, I assume, to Earth and party like its '1999 B.C."
"More like bathe in crimson Jacuzzi's to our hearts content, but yeah, I can throw in a rave or two," the female-looking creature smirked.
"You know something?" Bruce said defiantly, stepping toward "Buffy", "I'm getting sick and tired of everyone wanting something from me. It's always 'we need your help, Dr. Banner,' or 'you're gonna help us, Dr. Banner.' Whenever anyone asks for my help, it almost always ends up with the Hulk nearly destroying everything. I'm not helping you, get over it."
"Bruce," the ghostly girl image said, "I don't want you. I have absolutely no use for nor have I any interest in you whatsoever. It's the Hulk. It's always the Hulk." Bruce knew the words to be true, but he tried to keep calm. "What? You think anyone actually gives a damn about you? You're just the shell. A socially underdeveloped little puissant who was blessed with awesome power, yet instead of embracing it for the wondrous gift that it is, you try to eradicate it, like it's some random disease.
"The only reason anybody comes to you is because of him. The good guys want his help, not yours. The bad guys want his power, not yours. You're insignificant. You're irrelevant. You don't matter at all. In the grand design, Doctor Bruce Banner is about as important as a blade of grass. The Hulk, however, there's something special. Time is precious here, Doc, so, if you could just let him come out to play we can get this big ball of death rolling."
Buffy walked through the torn-open school doors with intent and purpose. A large axe comfortably rested in her right hand as she let her senses go. She tried to listen for any kind of sound at all. "Come on, roar, wail, sneeze for God's sakes," she whispered to herself.
A minute after stepping into the main hallway, Buffy finally heard a sound. However, the sound was of a knife whirling at her head. She leaned back and caught it with her left hand. "Naughty Slayer," muttered Drusilla as she ran forward and plunged a jumping kick into Buffy's chest. The slayer flew back ten feet, slamming against the wall. She dropped her weapons on impact and slid to the floor. "I want your hair," the crazed vampiress said picking up the knife, "Mommy's always wanted golden locks. Maybe daddy would not leave if mommy had…" Drusilla's rant was cut short by a kick to the mouth by Buffy.
"Just shut the hell up," the slayer said as her opponent regained her footing. Buffy tried for a right cross but was swatted away and met with a backhand to the jaw. She turned into a leg sweep, but Drusilla leaped over the leg. Buffy countered the counter by mule-kicking her enemy in the stomach. She then ran forward and snapped a left kick to Drusilla's mouth, staggering her. The vampiress catches a roundhouse kick from Buffy and drives her elbow down on her knee. She then tries to sweep the slayer's other leg, but it instead connects with her face.
Drusilla spun her legs around and rolled to one knee. Buffy sprung her legs forward, arching herself to her feet.
Bruce shook his head and walked away from the First "Buffy". "Are you done?" he said, "The only thing that doesn't matter is whether they're after him or me. We're a packaged deal, one comes with the other. The Hulk and I are one and the same. We're Jekyll and Hyde, you smarmy little bitch. Betty was the one thing we agreed on…that and we don't like being pawns."
"Get used to it, Banner," it said as a woman is heard screaming. Bruce hears it and recognizes it immediately. Bare feet nearly screeched as he ran toward the sound. Stopping himself after a minute of running frantically, he caught up to the source.
A beautiful brunette was held down on the floor, by scaly, clawed hands. Her clothes were torn off her body, as shreds of it still clung to her body. The fright in her eyes was palpable even as they locked with Bruce's. "BRUCE!" she screamed. To Doctor Bruce Banner, her voice was unmistakable.
"BETTY!" he shouted back as he started to help her. His progress was stopped and he was pushed back by a large wall of flame. After the fire descended, three figures stood before him, with hellish eyes fixated on him. He stared on horror as he remembered each face.
The first being he recognized was the Leader. However, this Leader had his large green cranium nearly eaten off. The skin of his face seemed peeling and showing bone. The second face Bruce saw was of Glenn Talbot. Like the Leader's face, his appearance was that of someone suffering decomposition. His eyes were plain white and his jawbone was exposed, but the resemblance was uncanny.
The third and final face Bruce saw chilled him and horrified him worse than the Leader or Talbot ever could. It was a face that even made the Hulk tremble with fear. With skin marred and peeling off his bones, his father, Brian, smiled a mouth-less smile. The three monstrosities then turned toward Betty, whose screaming increased with the sight of her captors.
"Betty!" Bruce shouted as he ran to her, but the flames forbade him from coming closer. The demonic hands of those he despised most in the world groped her nakedness and caused her to wail in pain as they touched her. "BETTY!" he shouted louder, his despair turning into rage. The First, still as Buffy, watched on as the vision in Bruce's mind began to take hold.
Suddenly, from seemingly nowhere, Spike crawled across the floor. "Son of a bitch," muttered the evil presence, "Don't you go near him."
Spike muttered, "Floor…you never leave me, do you? No, you're always there, firm as the pretty girl's bum. How I miss the pretty girl's bum…and mouth…and breasts…and pus---Hey mate!" He saw Bruce staring intently and trying to move forward but somehow unable to. "What'cha doin'? You see something over there?" said the bleached blond vampire (now with a soul). He walked over toward the distraught scientist and looked at the spot.
Seeing nothing there, Spike said, "You know, love, I appreciate the fact that I'm not the only Lizzie in this Borden, but you mind throwing on old dog a bone? What are you seeing?"
"Stop touching her! Betty!" Bruce screamed, foam spewing from his lips. The demonic trio continues to take turns groping and invading Betty's body. The hands holding her arms and legs grip tighter, drawing blood from her. "Stop it! Betty! NOOO!" he shouted, with his voice becoming steadily deeper.
The crazed shouting man Spike saw before him made him a bit cautious. He then said, "I hope you don't find it a bit rude, but if you're gonna cut Adam's apple from the bloody tree, could you do it soon? Because I need blood like Britney needs a thorough ass-kickin'." He then grabbed Bruce by the arm and tried to turn him away from the sight. He found it very difficult, if not impossible, to move the ordinary-looking scientist.
Bruce whipped around with a snarl, and clutched the vampire's throat. With an unsettling ease matching the unsettling green eyes he showed off, he growled, "BETTY!!!!!" He held the blond vampire off the ground with a pillow's ease.
Spike, though not needing to breathe, needed his vocal chords to speak to try and reason with him. "Mate, have you gone bloody daft!?" Bruce growled savagely, his eyes pulsating as he pulls back. Spike grunts, knowing what's about to happen and whimpers, "Oh, bloody hell." With an enraged roar, Bruce Banner hurled Spike away from him forty feet, half of it through two walls of concrete. Spike lost consciousness after the first wall and didn't even feel the second as he lay prone, covered in dust and debris.
Bruce gripped his head and dropped to his knees. Slamming his hands on the ground, he made cracks in the floor as his body began to expand. The pinkish Caucasian color of his skin turned to green as he roared uncontrollably. The Hulk gripped his fists tightly and stood up to see the trio trembling in fear. "Demons hurt Betty," he grunted in a snarled whisper. Then he screamed, "HULK SMASH!"
Buffy and Drusilla felt the tremors beneath them. "From beneath you, it devours," Drusilla whispered, "Somebody's found my little green doggie."
Buffy's ears perked up at the description. She knew it could only be him. "What did you do, Drusilla?" she said tackling the vampiress, punching her repeatedly. "Where's the Hulk!? Where is he, Drusilla!? Tell me before I beat the rest of the brains out of your skull!"
The crazed vampire smiled and giggled giddily, saying, "Doggie going to open the mouth…make everything right again. Like old times…Just like old times…" Before she could hear more of Drusilla's rants, Buffy drove a hard punch into her face, silencing her until the next time she woke up. She then ran over to pick up the large axe and sprinted for the basement.
The three demons resembling the Leader, Glenn Talbot and Brian Banner made hurried sprints away from the seven-foot, muscular monster chasing them down. "HULK SMASH! HULK SMASH DEMONS! DEMONS HURT BETTY!" he shouted as he stomped forward, not letting the walls or doorways slow him down.
The green engine of destruction kept pursuing the monsters until they reached a hollowed room with a large metallic lid with a goat-like symbol on it. The demons one by one jumped through the lid, taunting the Hulk. Brian Banner, the last one to leave, said, "Betty's through here! Come and save her if you can!"
"HULK SAVE BETTY!" he screamed as he began pounding on the lid, denting it and bending but not moving it. The Hulk then began to tear the lid off the covering. The ground began to shake and move with his effort. "LID STRONG BUT HULK STRONGEST ONE THERE IS!"
Buffy followed the rubble and debris, knowing that finding the Hulk was a matter of speed, not searching. All she had to do was follow the roars and explosions. She prayed while she ran that she wasn't too late.
To be continued…
Chapter Eight
The intangible menace known as the First Evil stalked its prey with an ever-present confidence. Bruce didn't know where he was, so running wasn't an option. And even if he did try to run, he knew next to nothing except it was a shape-shifter of some kind. For all he knew, it could turn into a cheetah or a lion and eat him before he could pivot to turn and run. So, like the true scientist he was, he decided to study it. "The first among who or what?" he asked.
The visage of Buffy Summers, in a black jacket and black pants replied, "First evil will do. Think of me as the nagging little whisper in the head of every animated being telling them to punch the old lady in the face instead of helping her across the street, so to speak."
Bruce ran his hand over his mouth vigorously trying to hide his disdain. A word kept ringing over and over in his mind…"Hellmouth." The mere thought of that word seemed to rile the monster within. His curiosity piqued even more and asked, "What is the Hellmouth? What does it have to do with the Hulk?"
"I don't remember owing you an explanation as to my plans or motivations, Dr. Banner. But the Hellmouth, I will say, is an epicenter for the supernatural and inhuman. I assume somehow your big green/gray/whatever colored friends of yours sensed its power. Me and a friend of mine are sending tall dark and incredibly stupid to it so we can cleanse this planet of the mistake called humans. The world will be perfect once more. Total chaos and evil will reign; blood will cover the lands once again."
Bruce took the "girl's" remarks with a true scientist's analytical skepticism. "You're right. You are evil," he said nodding. The doctor then sat down on a dusty cardboard box on the floor. "The First evil…and you want the Hulk to open this 'Hellmouth' so you can invite your legions, I assume, to Earth and party like its '1999 B.C."
"More like bathe in crimson Jacuzzi's to our hearts content, but yeah, I can throw in a rave or two," the female-looking creature smirked.
"You know something?" Bruce said defiantly, stepping toward "Buffy", "I'm getting sick and tired of everyone wanting something from me. It's always 'we need your help, Dr. Banner,' or 'you're gonna help us, Dr. Banner.' Whenever anyone asks for my help, it almost always ends up with the Hulk nearly destroying everything. I'm not helping you, get over it."
"Bruce," the ghostly girl image said, "I don't want you. I have absolutely no use for nor have I any interest in you whatsoever. It's the Hulk. It's always the Hulk." Bruce knew the words to be true, but he tried to keep calm. "What? You think anyone actually gives a damn about you? You're just the shell. A socially underdeveloped little puissant who was blessed with awesome power, yet instead of embracing it for the wondrous gift that it is, you try to eradicate it, like it's some random disease.
"The only reason anybody comes to you is because of him. The good guys want his help, not yours. The bad guys want his power, not yours. You're insignificant. You're irrelevant. You don't matter at all. In the grand design, Doctor Bruce Banner is about as important as a blade of grass. The Hulk, however, there's something special. Time is precious here, Doc, so, if you could just let him come out to play we can get this big ball of death rolling."
Buffy walked through the torn-open school doors with intent and purpose. A large axe comfortably rested in her right hand as she let her senses go. She tried to listen for any kind of sound at all. "Come on, roar, wail, sneeze for God's sakes," she whispered to herself.
A minute after stepping into the main hallway, Buffy finally heard a sound. However, the sound was of a knife whirling at her head. She leaned back and caught it with her left hand. "Naughty Slayer," muttered Drusilla as she ran forward and plunged a jumping kick into Buffy's chest. The slayer flew back ten feet, slamming against the wall. She dropped her weapons on impact and slid to the floor. "I want your hair," the crazed vampiress said picking up the knife, "Mommy's always wanted golden locks. Maybe daddy would not leave if mommy had…" Drusilla's rant was cut short by a kick to the mouth by Buffy.
"Just shut the hell up," the slayer said as her opponent regained her footing. Buffy tried for a right cross but was swatted away and met with a backhand to the jaw. She turned into a leg sweep, but Drusilla leaped over the leg. Buffy countered the counter by mule-kicking her enemy in the stomach. She then ran forward and snapped a left kick to Drusilla's mouth, staggering her. The vampiress catches a roundhouse kick from Buffy and drives her elbow down on her knee. She then tries to sweep the slayer's other leg, but it instead connects with her face.
Drusilla spun her legs around and rolled to one knee. Buffy sprung her legs forward, arching herself to her feet.
Bruce shook his head and walked away from the First "Buffy". "Are you done?" he said, "The only thing that doesn't matter is whether they're after him or me. We're a packaged deal, one comes with the other. The Hulk and I are one and the same. We're Jekyll and Hyde, you smarmy little bitch. Betty was the one thing we agreed on…that and we don't like being pawns."
"Get used to it, Banner," it said as a woman is heard screaming. Bruce hears it and recognizes it immediately. Bare feet nearly screeched as he ran toward the sound. Stopping himself after a minute of running frantically, he caught up to the source.
A beautiful brunette was held down on the floor, by scaly, clawed hands. Her clothes were torn off her body, as shreds of it still clung to her body. The fright in her eyes was palpable even as they locked with Bruce's. "BRUCE!" she screamed. To Doctor Bruce Banner, her voice was unmistakable.
"BETTY!" he shouted back as he started to help her. His progress was stopped and he was pushed back by a large wall of flame. After the fire descended, three figures stood before him, with hellish eyes fixated on him. He stared on horror as he remembered each face.
The first being he recognized was the Leader. However, this Leader had his large green cranium nearly eaten off. The skin of his face seemed peeling and showing bone. The second face Bruce saw was of Glenn Talbot. Like the Leader's face, his appearance was that of someone suffering decomposition. His eyes were plain white and his jawbone was exposed, but the resemblance was uncanny.
The third and final face Bruce saw chilled him and horrified him worse than the Leader or Talbot ever could. It was a face that even made the Hulk tremble with fear. With skin marred and peeling off his bones, his father, Brian, smiled a mouth-less smile. The three monstrosities then turned toward Betty, whose screaming increased with the sight of her captors.
"Betty!" Bruce shouted as he ran to her, but the flames forbade him from coming closer. The demonic hands of those he despised most in the world groped her nakedness and caused her to wail in pain as they touched her. "BETTY!" he shouted louder, his despair turning into rage. The First, still as Buffy, watched on as the vision in Bruce's mind began to take hold.
Suddenly, from seemingly nowhere, Spike crawled across the floor. "Son of a bitch," muttered the evil presence, "Don't you go near him."
Spike muttered, "Floor…you never leave me, do you? No, you're always there, firm as the pretty girl's bum. How I miss the pretty girl's bum…and mouth…and breasts…and pus---Hey mate!" He saw Bruce staring intently and trying to move forward but somehow unable to. "What'cha doin'? You see something over there?" said the bleached blond vampire (now with a soul). He walked over toward the distraught scientist and looked at the spot.
Seeing nothing there, Spike said, "You know, love, I appreciate the fact that I'm not the only Lizzie in this Borden, but you mind throwing on old dog a bone? What are you seeing?"
"Stop touching her! Betty!" Bruce screamed, foam spewing from his lips. The demonic trio continues to take turns groping and invading Betty's body. The hands holding her arms and legs grip tighter, drawing blood from her. "Stop it! Betty! NOOO!" he shouted, with his voice becoming steadily deeper.
The crazed shouting man Spike saw before him made him a bit cautious. He then said, "I hope you don't find it a bit rude, but if you're gonna cut Adam's apple from the bloody tree, could you do it soon? Because I need blood like Britney needs a thorough ass-kickin'." He then grabbed Bruce by the arm and tried to turn him away from the sight. He found it very difficult, if not impossible, to move the ordinary-looking scientist.
Bruce whipped around with a snarl, and clutched the vampire's throat. With an unsettling ease matching the unsettling green eyes he showed off, he growled, "BETTY!!!!!" He held the blond vampire off the ground with a pillow's ease.
Spike, though not needing to breathe, needed his vocal chords to speak to try and reason with him. "Mate, have you gone bloody daft!?" Bruce growled savagely, his eyes pulsating as he pulls back. Spike grunts, knowing what's about to happen and whimpers, "Oh, bloody hell." With an enraged roar, Bruce Banner hurled Spike away from him forty feet, half of it through two walls of concrete. Spike lost consciousness after the first wall and didn't even feel the second as he lay prone, covered in dust and debris.
Bruce gripped his head and dropped to his knees. Slamming his hands on the ground, he made cracks in the floor as his body began to expand. The pinkish Caucasian color of his skin turned to green as he roared uncontrollably. The Hulk gripped his fists tightly and stood up to see the trio trembling in fear. "Demons hurt Betty," he grunted in a snarled whisper. Then he screamed, "HULK SMASH!"
Buffy and Drusilla felt the tremors beneath them. "From beneath you, it devours," Drusilla whispered, "Somebody's found my little green doggie."
Buffy's ears perked up at the description. She knew it could only be him. "What did you do, Drusilla?" she said tackling the vampiress, punching her repeatedly. "Where's the Hulk!? Where is he, Drusilla!? Tell me before I beat the rest of the brains out of your skull!"
The crazed vampire smiled and giggled giddily, saying, "Doggie going to open the mouth…make everything right again. Like old times…Just like old times…" Before she could hear more of Drusilla's rants, Buffy drove a hard punch into her face, silencing her until the next time she woke up. She then ran over to pick up the large axe and sprinted for the basement.
The three demons resembling the Leader, Glenn Talbot and Brian Banner made hurried sprints away from the seven-foot, muscular monster chasing them down. "HULK SMASH! HULK SMASH DEMONS! DEMONS HURT BETTY!" he shouted as he stomped forward, not letting the walls or doorways slow him down.
The green engine of destruction kept pursuing the monsters until they reached a hollowed room with a large metallic lid with a goat-like symbol on it. The demons one by one jumped through the lid, taunting the Hulk. Brian Banner, the last one to leave, said, "Betty's through here! Come and save her if you can!"
"HULK SAVE BETTY!" he screamed as he began pounding on the lid, denting it and bending but not moving it. The Hulk then began to tear the lid off the covering. The ground began to shake and move with his effort. "LID STRONG BUT HULK STRONGEST ONE THERE IS!"
Buffy followed the rubble and debris, knowing that finding the Hulk was a matter of speed, not searching. All she had to do was follow the roars and explosions. She prayed while she ran that she wasn't too late.
To be continued…