Sometimes in life, you have miracles. Today is such a day : a new chapter only a week after the last one! :D
Dear Guest, I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope this one will please you as well. I liked Thor The Dark World mainly because of Loki and Asgard. It's not one of the best, but it is nice nonetheless. I found Ant-Man really funny, even is the scenario is not extremely original. If you liked all the movie so far, and remember to not expect too much, I think you'll have a good time.
As for Enji's questions, sorry, I can't tell ^^
Hope you all enjoy the new chapter!
Chapter X
Nightmares
« Now I live among the dead
Fighting voices in my head
Hoping someone hears me crying in the night
And carries me away »
Set Me Free, Casting Crowns
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Being a child never is easy. Living isn't easy to begin with, so learning how to live should not be considered easy at all.
But, being a child as Bruce Banner was worst, for many reasons ; one of those was that he didn't know how to tell Anna-Grace about what was going on.
She was an angel from heaven coming down to earth for him. Life was so fun with her, so full of learning. Because of her, he was learning how to draw, how to build. With her, he was learning how to count, how to read and write. She was teaching him how to hold a knife and cut food with it, how to …, how to make friends.
And she was staying with him even though there were many things wrong with him, starting with the fact that he should be in 1974 but was in 2015. Despite all of this, she stayed, and moreover, still loved him. She was the best gift he never even dare to wish for, and here he was, trying with everything within him not to lose her. Bruce Banner knew very well he didn't deserve her, but she didn't mind, she didn't even care. And as much as he had understood that, deep down, he still was that little boy who was always afraid something would come up and mean the end.
As he woke up, his heart pudding in his chest, siting in his bed in a flash, memories of his nightmare behind his eyelids, Bruce felt like he had only escape one fear to fell into the other.
It was the third time he had had this nightmare since the playground. He was afraid something was very very wrong with him. How could he dream of such a giant beast? Especially considering what the beast was capable of. Smashing buildings, destroying cities, killing people. So much rage…
And HE was the beast. Robert Bruce Banner, 4 years old, was the green beast.
Far worst and what always woke him up was the last scene in his dreams : him ending up killing Anna-Grace. Her lifeless face staring at the sky, his monstrous body casting a shadow over her broken body, his enormous hands holding such a tiny and precious treasure… He was the one who killed her. He never really remembered how, as he always was smashing things in his dreams, then holding her broken body in his hands, but somehow, Bruce always felt that HE was the one responsible for the woman's death.
The little child fell back on his pillow, his head bouncing a couple of seconds from the shock, tears almost falling from his eyes before being quickly wiped away by the tiny ducks on his sleeves, as if the animals were sharing his pain. Staring at them, Bruce knew the nightmare was just that, a nightmare, without any possible incidence or projection into the future. He was also smart enough, despite his young age, to know it was somehow linked with what his father always said.
However, he knew it was also linked with what had happened. And that was scary because THOSE memories were different. He knew it had happened but he also knew he shouldn't know nor remember. In those moments, in the dark, when all was fuzzier than in the light of day, Bruce Banner was scared of what was in his mind.
And as if all of this wasn't enough, he was also terrified of the beast because once the terror of the dream gone, he knew it wasn't an illusion. Bruce Banner knew the beast, and it was linked with the voice he heard at the carousel and at the playground.
So, he inwardly asked the ducks, should I tell Anna-Grace? Or at least warn her, if not try to be comforted by her? As only the silence answered, he knew what the ducks would say if he could understand them : Warn her? How?
Rolling in his bed and burying his head in his pillow, Bruce knew exactly what his heart was screaming at him: Run to her bed, and bury yourself in her arms! You'll be safe there!
But it was the middle of the night, and Bruce knew, despite his young age, that things were not that easy. It never was, after all.