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Posted by The Incredible Hulk
on 6/8/2009, 9:38 pm
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The bar was a dim melting pot of lowlifes, losers, young punks and drug addicts. Grizzly men carried on belligerently about their motorcycles and new tattoos while the sharks hustled the pool tables. I felt at home sitting alone on the corner stool watching the people pass by me. I was shrouded in shadow, my only light the neon of the signs above my head. My weathered hands grasped firmly on the frigid mug of beer I had recently acquired. As I brought it to my mouth a stern slap on my shoulder jolted me and I turned around.
"Heya Bruce!"
His Hands were abnormally large and rather familiar...
"Oh, Hey Doc. I almost forgot it was Tuesday."
"You always forget. I'm the only one who seems to be paying attention to the calendar" He said as he grabbed a stool and pulled it up beside me. "How's the new 'gameplan' working? You, uh, still keeping your dark side locked up I see."
I just shrugged my shoulders and kept my eyes on the beer that was, now, almost empty. His eyes pierced me deep.
"I do-" He stopped for a moment and returned with a new question. "How long has it been?"
"Three months, two weeks and four days..." I look back at him now, leaning my head back so I don't have to readjust my glasses.
"Wow! That's great Bruce. It really is... I ju-" Another pause. "I'm sorry I just don't see why you're destroying yourself like this. There has to be another way. The pills you take are only temporary! You're becoming an addict, Bruce, and a big one. You're my friend... I'm worried, that's all."
He seems to be referring to my new vice. I've finally found a way to keep this beast, my curse, at bay. It seems to be working... for now at least. I reach into my pocket and pull out a small, white-capped, orange bottle. I shake it as if I don't know it's empty and toss it at Samson. He throws a steady hand in the air and snatches it. He glares at me furiously and he crushes the bottle into a thousand pieces.
Finally realizing that he isn't going to get through to me, Samson slouches back down beside me. He runs his hand over his forehead and pulls his stray hairs back over his green ponytail.
"Look... I know these things are helping with the Hulk." He looks at me as if I'm going to take my eyes off of the bartender. I don't "But there really are other ways. I've been talking to some people. Friends, Bruce. We're all worried about you... and we might have something in the lab that can finally, and I mean FINALLY, work. These drugs are ruining you. You look like hell Bruce. Are you even listening to me?"
I slowly raise my head to meet Samson's. I reach into my other trenchcoat pocket and pull out two pills and some change. I throw them back, along with the rest of my beer, and throw the change on the table before walking out the door. I see him raise a hand to stop me, but gives up.
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(Thirty Minutes Later)
*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*
Samson reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.
"It's a Negative. He isn't going to come quietly. We might have to think of something else. Are you sure this is even going to work?"
"Then we are going to have to ...persuade him."
"Trust me, nothing is going to work at this point and you know what will happen if you try to attack him. It will only make the situation worse. I'm not sure if Bruce's current state of mind will affect the Hulk"
"Shut your mouth, Samson! This is my operation. You've done your part, now it's my turn. We're through with you and now your services are no longer needed."
"No! Wait! You said you would let me talk him into it! Damn it! I'm his frien-"
The phone line clicked and went silent. Samson threw his cell phone across the bar and rushed out of the door.
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(Bruce's Apartment)
I slowly turn the key and unlock my door. It creaks, like always, as I push the thin wood open to reveal my dull one bedroom apartment. My keys land with a prompt thud on the shag carpet, followed soon by my overcoat. I stumble back to my bedroom and plop down on the set of springs I call a bed and quickly shut my eyes. "It will work this time! I swear, Bruce!" I haven't heard that one before... I can't believe he had the nerve to-
A noise... From the window maybe?
**CRACKK!**
"That was all too easy..." 
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