if you could only see the beast you've made of me

[greenisnteasy]

Who: Crazy Bruce Banner, YOU!, and whoever he's hallucinating.
What: Bruce stumbling around town, hiding from his hallucinations, with occasional moments of lucidity.
Where: Around town.
When: Various points on Day 37. I'll work out timeline stuff, you just tag in and let the fun/terribleness roll.
Warnings: Child abuse and father issues for father-related hallucinations. Violence and attacking people, including a few women. See here for more information.

Bruce twists his head around so fast to check what he thinks he sees in the corner of his eye, that he trips and stumbles forward, landing on his hands and knees. There's no one there -- not Blonsky, and not his father, either -- but he doesn't feel any less attacked. His head hurts, pounding at the temples, from the noise in his own mind. His voice, the Hulk's voice, the pressure of the drugs; it all swirls around until Bruce isn't sure of anything he's seeing.

He's not sure of himself, either, but he hasn't been sure of himself for a long time. His eyes, at least, he's had an okay relationship with, up until now.

In some part of his mind, he knows he's seeing things, but the fear and the panic take over, and the urge to run, to hide becomes too much to fight. It's coming over him again even now, and he pushes himself to his feet to stumble forward again, slowly gaining his balance until he's half walking, half running.

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[greenisnteasy]

Bruce is still on the ground, and he chokes and sputters as his throat is released; he still doesn't know what's going on in any real way, but his mind interprets this as his chance, his chance to get his father away from him and to keep him from ever hurting him again. Growling, he looks up at her/his father, and then kicks out, trying to knock her to the ground.

[foundacause]

Yep. She really should've run while she had the chance. Obviously Mr Crazy McCrazypants isn't going to see sense any time soon. And apparently, the back of Meg's head wants to become well acquainted with the ground again.

"Seriously? What is your problem?" She was around 85% certain he wasn't a demon... well alright, 77%, there was still room for doubt. And if the guy wasn't working for Crowley then she had no logical reason for why he was attacking her - aside from the craziness, or the fact she's a demon.

"Alright... officially over this now..." She thrusts her hand forward, attempting to use some of that demon magic to fling him away from her.

[greenisnteasy]

The demon magic works and sends him flying, and he lands hard on the ground on his side. It ought to dislodge his thoughts, but it makes him tumble further into them instead. Being hit hard enough to fly across the room isn't new either, and he curls up first with the fear, huddling in on himself. It's lucky for them both that the drugs seem to be doing something to suppress his transformation or else they'd both be in trouble -- Meg for obvious reasons, and the Hulk because he's far more susceptible to the specter of Bruce's father than Bruce is.

"Please," he murmurs, his body curling up. "Please don't do this anymore. I'm not a monster. I'm not. You are."

[foundacause]

"I must admit, I have been called a monster on many occasions..." Meg stands, dusting herself off. She rolls her head to crick her neck into place. "And maybe they're right. I've been a bad girl..."

She still isn't entirely sure what his deal is. Although, she's beginning to suspect he's just nuts. She's had a lot of experience with the nutty kind. "Wanna tell me why you're attacking people if you're not a monster?"

[greenisnteasy]

"Defending myself." She's no longer his father in his mind, though he still doesn't know who she is. In the underpinnings of his subconscious, she's not his father anymore because he effectively just re-killed his father, so she can't be him anymore. He's still filled with the after effects of his fear, though they're starting to dissipate, slowly.

"He's hurt me too much. I'm not going to let him do it again."

[foundacause]

"Okay. First off you complete and utter nutjob. I'm definitely not a 'he' although I could go grab a male meatsuit if you prefer. And since there's no one else here, I assume I'm the one you're referring to. In which case I reiterate... not a guy!"

She gives him a nudge with her foot. "Seriously... get up."

[greenisnteasy]

He jumps when she nudges him, but then he blinks up at her and actually sees her. As he becomes more aware of himself, the hallucinations fade and he's not quite sure what just happened or why, at least not for the first few moments. He remembers attacking what he thought was his father, but that's ridiculous; his father's dead, and definitely not this woman, whoever she is.

He does push himself up, and slowly the fear that'd crippled him dissipates.

"I don't... I thought I was attacking..." He glances up at her, and then finishes, "someone else." Slowly, he pushes himself up to his feet.

[foundacause]

"Well that's an incredibly reassuring thought." He voice oozes with sarcasm. "So, Rambo, tackle many people to the ground in a case of mistaken identity? I'm fine, by the way, since you asked. Not so sure on the meatsuit though."

She's still pretty pissed at being randomly jumped but the guy is obviously three crayons short of a pencil case. Ugh. There would've been a time when she would've gutted him on principle. She must be going soft in her old age...