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Usually that's my line.

I'll have to come up with something more original for next time then. Please. [Tom glances at the watch on his wrist as it ticks down to the moment he's been dreading.] He'll be here soon. You should go.

And if I don't? [Whether she means 'run' or 'want to live' is undecided.]

I won't be responsible for what happens. [And Tom means that in the most literal sense. He's about as helpless as she is to stop it. What's about to happen is completely out of his control.] Please. I'd rather not have to live with that on my conscience.

[For as long as he as one anyway. These episodes of his have been getting worse lately, more unpredictable than they have been.]

[Blonsky literally kicks back, clearly in no hurry to go anyplace at all right now.]

I haven't finished. [He pulls out half of a snack bar and just watches Tom like a popcorn movie. Consider his curiosity piqued.]

[Tom blinks at him, incredulous.] So, what, you're just going to sit there? You can't! You can't stay. This - this isn't going to end well if you do, and there's nothing - [Anxiously running a hand over his jaw, Tom takes a slow, measured breath to steady himself. He can already feel it, can sense Hyde beginning to stir somewhere in the back of his head, beating repeatedly against the his skull like a wasp at a window. Time to go to sleep, Daddy.] Please don't do this.

[Blonsky has no idea what's about to happen, but if it sounds like trouble, he's interested. He just sits there like a jerk, idly nibbling on his snack as his eyes dart from Tom to the surroundings near them to keep an eye out for it when it comes.]

[He - he's really not leaving, is he? He's just going to watch it happen, complacent and naive, and Tom's not entirely sure he feels completely sorry for him. God, this is going to fucking awful.]

[Swallowing thickly, Tom takes a Dictaphone out of his jacket pocket and clicks record.] I know you don't listen to me but just - just this once will you please try. Just go home. Don't get into trouble. I - I'll find some way to make it up to you another time, I promise.

[Switching it off, he holds it out for Blonsky to take, a resigned set to his jaw.] Take this. It's not much but it might be enough to distract him. It'll give you a chance.

[At least he has the manners to reach out and accept the recorder, giving it a curious look.]

I'll make sure he gets it. [He nods, speaking calmly and completely impassive to the oddity of the situation.]

You sound like an old friend of mine . . .

[It's a habit, Bruce's skittish pivoting of weight on the balls of his feet. Running is what he does best.

Well...second best.]

Why? What's wrong?

[judge-like glare o'death that says you have no shame]

[Defeated, Tom slumps bonelessly into a chair, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees and draws a hand tremulously through the wild mess of his hair. It's a wonder he has any left at all with the way he tugs at it, the sting across his scalp helping to root him in place for just a little longer. Just one more minute.] It's too late to run now so, whatever else you do, don't. It just gets him excited.

That's all I can tell you, really. After - after this, you're on your own. [With a madman and a monster. Good luck with that.]

I doubt it was under similar circumstances. [As much as Tom would never wish something like this on anybody else, the thought of being the only one, horribly unique in every possible way, isn't exactly a comfort. In fact, it makes him feel vaguely sick.] You're still here, so can I assume that you at least listened to him?

I don't have time to explain! [He never does.] Please, just get yourself as far away from here as you can. If you leave now, there's a chance he won't pick up your scent.

[Frazzled, Tom takes a determined step towards him, intending to get him moving, to get him to just go! But he stops dead. No, the more distance there is between them, the better. Shaking his head, he moves away until his back is flush against the wall.] Please, I - I'm not sure how long you have.

[Sounds like someone operating on Blonsky's wavelength. He keeps the dictaphone in one hand while he finishes his snack.]

If I had a Pound for every time someone said that, I'd be retired. [Blonsky himself is a madman, and he's looking forward to discovering whatever happens next. He gets a kick from the chase himself, this could get interesting.]

[This sounds EERILY familiar. Uncomfortably, in fact. Bruce really should leave....but can't bring himself to run away when someone else is the one in distress.]

Just take a breath...maybe I could help?

[Worryingly, Tom doesn't respond.]

[He stays exactly where he is, slumped forward with a hand fisted tightly in his hair, completely still. The physical change is subtle, ghosting over him like a breeze. If Blonksy blinks, chances are he'll have missed it.]

[In an instant, Tom's hair darkens and his clothes sag slightly around his shoulders, around his waist, the podge of middle age melting away as if it never existed. He groans low in his throat.]

You can't. You can't help. Nobody can. Please, I - Ngh! [Tom hunches over, gasping as though somebody's just punched him squarely in the gut.] Please. Please, please, please. Just another minute.

[He's not talking to Bruce anymore, his fingers spasming as he curls them against his chest. Anything electrical around them fizzles and fluctuates in time with each painful convulsion, with each shudder of his shoulders. Tom curls in on himself, slumping to the bottom of the wall and draws his knees up to his chest, his heart beating much too quickly against his palm.] Ah! Just go!

He tends to get into the weirdest kinds of trouble, so probably not.

Sometimes. Other times I was the trouble. *Crazy grin.* I'm not entirely sane, you see.

[Blonsky just about misses the change, it's incredibly subtle and he's more expecting someone to show up. Someone has, just not the way he expects from someone other than himself or Banner. He nearly does a double-take, instead, keeping his eyes on the form, realizing the changes after the fact. They're subtle, but they don't go completely unnoticed.]

[There's a faint smile on his face, it's an exciting change of events he hadn't anticipated, and he likes the novelty of it. The expression is almost predatory in nature as he waits for the man to come around out of whatever's just happened. Pointedly, he crinkles the empty wrapper in his hand.]

[There's a pause, a peculiar moment of calm as Tom's body holds deathly still. Abnormally so. All of that nervous twitching, all of the tension that was drawing his shoulders inwards as though he'd hoped to contain it seems to have evaporated into nothing. He's sits lax in his chair, boneless and, to the casual observer, completely unconcious.]

[Until Blonksy crumples the wrapper in his fist, the sound creasing the stillness of the air.]

[Sharply, Hyde's head snaps up to stare at him, his pupils blown so unnaturally wide that they make his eyes appear black, empty but shining with a dangerous sort of intelligence. He looks younger than Tom, the worried lines that had been creasing his brow and the corners of his eyes having been smoothed away by the change.]

[He keeps staring, cocking his head to the side.] ... Who're you?

[Blonsky takes it all in, that crooked smile staying firmly on his face as he surveys the man before him. Stare is met with stare, and it's been a while since Blonsky's spine felt like crawling this much.]

Blonsky. [He responds lowly, and then holds out the recorder to the man. He's gets the feeling he knows who the recording was intended for.]

[Wordlessly, he snatches the device away and holds it up to his ear. "I know you don't listen to me -" Hyde snorts in derision, clicking it off.]

Go home? I just go here! [A grin splits his face, toothy and jagged. He raises his arms above his head, stretching luxuriously.] Ooh, Daddy, no chains? You have been naughty.

[Blonsky doesn't appear at all bothered by that chains comment, he can relate a little too well. He's slightly amused by the reaction to the recording though and snorts while keeping an eye on the man. Still, he remains slightly slumped in his chair, looking relatively unperturbed by the odd scene next to him, in fact he seems to be enjoying the twisted play unfolding here.]

[As much as Hyde wants to throw the recorder against the wall just for the satisfaction of hearing it shatter, just to watch buttons and wires flying every which way, he doesn't. He tucks it safely into the inside pocket of the jacket that's too large for him. Keeping it, having it on him at all times is part of his and Tom's agreement. Without it and the GPS in his pocket tracking his every movement, Tom would never let him out of the house.]

[It's a small sacrifice to pay for some modicum of freedom.]

Right! [Grinning, Hyde leaps to his feet faster than most people can blink, springing up so that he's crouched on the chair like some sort of overly large cat, leaning forward on his hands.] Here's the game! You're going to tell me who you are and, for every lie you tell me, I'm going to bite off one of your fingers. That's ten chances. It's more than fair.

Edited 2014-02-20 17:49 (UTC)

[Blonsky doesn't flinch, casually turning toward Hyde as the soldier closes the distance between them a bit by leaning toward him, a grin of his own on his face.]

I already gave you my name. I don't repeat myself. [He knew there were no idle threats here, the look on the man's face most certainly said that. In the back of his mind, he felt his own demon stirring, turning its attentions on the waking world. His spine crawled faintly, but this time it wasn't from fear. There was anticipation in his lazy-like posture. A predator staring down a predator, wondering who would be the first to blink.]

Yes, your name. Bor-ring! Doesn't tell me who you are. [Hyde tilts his head to the side, staring him down.] Are you my new nanny? Did my Daddy ask you to keep an eye on me? Are you - Hmm.

[Hyde cuts himself off, leaning just that little bit closer, balancing precariously on the edge of his chair. His nose twitches as he scents the air.] Hm, I can smell you. You're -- [He moistens the tip of his finger, swirling the taste around his mouth like a fine wine.] Oh, there's something about you, isn't there?

[Crazy. Definitely crazy. Blonsky's own madness is more directed, and less manic than this guy but he knows another monster when he sees one. They exude a sort of power, a tangible threat that fills the air. He spent his human life chasing the human ones. Since he escaped, now he looks for the real monsters. Today, it seems to have stumbled across him when he wasn't even looking.]

I hear it's called Abomination.

[As quickly as it first appeared, Hyde's devilish smile fades, his expression darkening into something dangerous, hungry. He doesn't know much about what he is or where he came from - he just is and that's good enough for him - but he knows he's not a monster.] Is that what they're calling it?

Not my choice, but it works. [Hyde is welcome to his opinion, but Blonsky doesn't see the situation any other way. He wanted to become the monster, and for the most part, knows himself. How he came about. Where he came from. How little of the original man is still left in his skin.]

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