Clash of the Titans (RPG)

Two Hours ago.

"Panic is spreading through the streets of New York City as now, the Hulk, the most monstrous thing that this city has ever faced, continues his rampage. The HULK Corps is, luckily, trying to prevent the beast's campaign of destruction," The properly dressed, punctual news reporter was one of the few braves to actually broadcast live during such a time of crisis, with little to nobody wanting to get within a five mile radius to the monster.

Joey Beckham, renting a small apartment in New York, sat watching this news report- munching on a hearty bowl of Choco-Crisps and lazing around in pajamas. The video feed was shaky, at best... If the boy didn't feel the very ground shaking outside, he would've assumed it was just CGI.

"Is this- Yes! The break the city has been waiting for! This monster, the Hulk, has officially been driven off from New York City! The HULK Corps has saved us, once again, from this terror." Her pristine voice rang out through the lazily designed television speakers, minimal emotion carrying in her voice. Shrugging his shoulders, Joey continued eating, letting out a loud belch before hearing what else the reporter had to say.

"... But the hunt for this creature has not ended. If anyone, anyone at all, can get a safe glimpse of the Hulk- if anyone can hunt down this bestial thing, if anyone can even notify us of it's location, we here at Channel 6- and, the entire city of New York- will forever be in your debt." The only part that potentially caught the boy's interest. Monster hunting could've been just the thing to put Joey in the limelight when it came to his undying heroism. He could be one o' the big-shots! Famous, like Dark Vengeance, or The Champion!

Standing up, he hurried out to the window, dark clouds threatening for a thunderstorm.

Hunting a monster... How hard could it be?

New York City. 6:12 PM

Lightning crashed from the skies overhead New York. It seemed like rain and storms were around on a daily basis, as the autumn season rolled in to bring a new era of cold when summer fled. Some people didn't like the storms. Mothers around the world would nag their children to grab coats, or to put logs on the fire... However, Joey Beckham loved the rainy days. A sense of empowerment flowed through him, and as he stood upon the roof of his apartment building, he let the soft rains fall onto his face with closed eyes and only the slightest smile.

Of course, this peaceful moment was short-lived, as the memory of what exactly he was supposed to be doing came back to the young boy. Hunting the Hulk... A most difficult task indeed, but the teenager's optimism got the better of him as he arrogantly shrugged his shoulders. "A'ight, Zeus, let's go!" Swiftly, Joey punched a lone hand into the air, as the skies flashed with thunder. A streak of blue lightning came down to him, striking the hand he had stuck upward and channeling through his entire body. Anybody that looked, would see a mere flash of light that temporarily blinded them.

But when the smoke cleared, a man stood where the boy had a mere second ago, silken white cape billowing in the wind. Electricity crackled in short bursts around him, appearing for fractions of seconds at a time, so that those watching wouldn't be sure whether or not the aura of lightning was actually there. The man in crimson smiled a bit, taking off into the air and launching himself through the grey skies- rising above the clouds to feel the warm embrace of the sun, the dismal weather below turning to one of warmth and beauty up above. The last place the Hulk had been actually seen was heading to the west... That's where the boy-god would follow.

The sound barrier shattered behind him as he took off in the direction of where the monster went, looking down into the forested area below as best he could. Unlike many other superhumans, the Prodigy lacked any actual extrasensory abilities... His sight would be limited. Regretfully, he zoomed down to the earthy terrain below, landing gently between the trees and seeking some sign of the beast that he was sent to follow. The thing was out there, somewhere.

And Joey Beckham was going to punch it in the face.

It all started with a cup of coffee. If he hadn't stopped for it, he would have made it out of New York without incident.

The HULK Corps was just waiting for him to stop so they could get a bead on him. So thirsty, but he already drank all of his water. Strange how expensive bottled water is compared to other drinks, so he had to settle on that. He didn't have much left in his pocket. But that was the opening they needed to swarm the place. Zip-lines dropping in armed soldiers, dressed in black, sporting advanced equipment that the regular US troops didn't even have access to. General Abraham "Thunderbolt" Lannister saw to that. He had about as much pull in politics as the Attorney of Defense, probably more, and dedicated his life to hunting down and eventually exterminating the Hulk threat.

It started with subduing and placing Trevor in a sterile environment to be executed without incident. Taser bolts cracked out of the rifles, switched to nonlethal of course, and Trevor tried to run. He left the coffee house, mercilessly hounded by the soldiers looking to bring him in. His throat was dry, lips tearing. He kept running. He had to. He couldn't let Hulk take over, not now - not where there were so many people. Lannister saw this, probably, from his helicarrier somewhere above the city. He enjoyed watching Trevor suffer, not just for all the people his alter-ego endangered, but for everything.

Abraham used to be a good family friend of the Roosevelts, a retired veteran. Trevor even started dating his daughter, Jessica, and they were engaged before the explosion. Luckily, Jessica was out of state when it happened, but Abraham always blamed the Hulk for destroying that small town in Washington state. Using Jessica to lure Trevor out on occasion only seemed natural, even if she hated him for it. Destroying the Hulk was top priority, not just for him, but for the world.

It was bound to happen. Trevor's anger and stress built up during that chase, and his body ripped apart at the seams. Irradiated molecules clinging to his bloodstream exasperated the experience, turning him into the monster everyone loathed and feared. It seemed that even after when Envy tried to invade the East Coast, people just mocked and hated Trevor and his big green friend. The propaganda surrounding him produced by Abraham Lannister worked wonders on playing to the common folks' fears and paranoia. A mutant living among them? A monster under human skin? It seemed something straight out of science fiction, but anything is possible in this world.

Even as Hulk, the two personalities just tried running away. Hulk knew that if he were to fight Lannister and his armed forces here, it would just mean chaos and possible devastation. An attack chopper got too close to the ground and lost balance by slamming into a light pole. The burst of electricity and live wires caused people to flee in terror, but the helicopter had lost control. Hulk leaped into it, grabbing the metal of its cargo hold, and let it down gently even as the soldiers inside aimed their guns at him. A few taser blasts surrounded his forearm and neck and he screamed in pain, a bestial cry for mercy that went unanswered. Enraged, but conscious of his actions, Hulk leaped into the distance, into the forests closer to the Canadian border.

The news media called it an 'attack' on American lives, as funded by the HULK Corps. Lannister would alter whatever he could to ensure the monster never return to a safe place again.

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About fifteen minutes later...

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The Jade Giant finally found refuge, having left patches of broken trees in his wake. He just wanted to be left alone. A thunderstorm brewed overhead, and all he could think about was happier times, memories that weren't explicitly his, but he enjoyed them. Trevor was such a happy kid growing up. Hulk never had a childhood like that. He just...manifested, inside Trevor's head. The mutant monolith sighed as he huddled underneath the stone slab providing a temporary shelter. He felt bad about leaving Trevor's supplies behind. He knew the human had to eat and drink to survive.

That's when Hulk decided on something.

He would stay as the Green Goliath for as long as he needed to, so that he could find Trevor enough food and water to last for a long time. Maybe some new clothes too. The stretchy purple pants were convenient, but rare. Hulk emerged out from underneath the rock, determined to be of some use to his only friend in the world. He was so absorbed in trying to be a good person that he didn't notice that he was being watched.

@thisisgonnahurt:

Joey's investigations were short-lived, as the tracks of the monster made themselves known. A row of trees, collapsed onto each other and split into a million different directions. The beast was obviously not trying to cover it's tracks. Lazily, the Prodigy floated over onto the rough pathway, sky-blue eyes surveying the above area with minimal concentration. It was as if the creature wanted to be caught. With a snort of laughter at the thought of this new challenge, Joey started to walk down the pathway with a sense of nonchalance. The only hope he held was that the Hulk would put up a fight...

Luckily, he came across a clearing sooner rather than later. Large rocks, but mostly flat and dirt-covered terrain. The trail had obviously ended... The huge monstrosity standing not twenty feet in front of him was proof enough of that. News stations could not begin to capture the extreme size of the thing, camera or no. Almost twice the boy's size, and almost certainly several times heavier, the slightest hints of fear began to seep into Joey's mind. Definitely more muscle mass. He was almost positive that the Hulk would be stronger than him. Speed, it at least seemed like the boy-god would be superior.

Lightning literally coursed through his veins as excitement grew. A real fight! Finally! It'd been months since Joey had taken on the super-powered terrorist from the Middle East, the last person that posed a serious threat to him, and now he'd be in a real life or death situation. A slight grin spread across the face of Beckham. After beating this thing, governments would thank him. The HULK Corps could give him millions, the celebrities would wanna be friends with him. Reflecting on the mundane life style that Joey'd had before such a battle commenced, it sent a spark of enthusiasm throughout him.

The battle itself would be easy. Run laps around the monster, tire it out, get the KO. Crouching down, the Champion of Magic tensed almost every muscle throughout his legs before propelling himself forward. The speed of sound, he swiftly surpassed- an amazingly powerful boom made by his propulsion- and so the haymaker aimed for Hulk's jaw would get there before the comment would.

"Hey, pugly, eat fists!" Not the most creative line in the world, but given the scenario and tone of voice, it sounded like the biggest threat in the world. Fists would fly, and with luck the Hulk would receive more than he would dish out. After throwing the haymaker, Joey whipped around- using his flight to get to the back side of it and dishing out a kick to shatter mountains, and send the monster flying.

A clash of titans indeed... One that the boy wanted to win. No. One the boy needed to win.