[magnus knight]

Here s part 2 of my story, please enjoy, and comments welcome.

Colors of Gamma

By: Magnus Knight
Part two…
She Hulk, green skin, and any relationship to any other Marvel Comics references are the property of Marvel Comics and Disney Corporation. All other characters are property of the author. Any resemblance to real life individuals and or situations is purely coincidental.

The ambulance roared down the road with its two paramedics working in the back of the van trying to keep the naked woman wrapped in blankets and strapped to her gurney inside alive. Her vitals were as all over the place as the ambulance that carried she was all over the road. The fourth occupant who was the driver was on the radio with this rides final destination Rush University Hospital. The siren atop blared as cars swerved side to side to allow the vehicle the ample road space it needed.
The young nude red headed woman inside would toss her head side to side as the ride she was taking would swerve and shake with every bump it struck along its path. Occasionally her eyes would flutter open with each jostle to her person, and what each paramedic saw as those eyes fluttered was different from what the other saw, the one on the right, saw deep blue eyes, while the ones on the left, saw rich green eyes, and both men could joke about this fact, or be confounded by it if they bothered to speak of anything other than what each was doing to keep her alive.
On the left the paramedic would use a Geiger counter he had for this assignment to take and log a reading, during which times when her eyes glowed green would rise by a few ticks, but then drop when she turned to the right and they flashed blue. Her blood pressure was all over the place as well as with each toss of her hair and flash of eye color would slightly rise and drop accordingly. The pressure swelling would come along with a slight spasm of the young unknown woman’s body, and a twitch of her toes, toes that would swell and shrink back down with those twitches, but again, this would go unnoticed by the two busy paramedics.

At Rush University Hospital the unknown woman’s best friend was just getting stitched up after a two hour surgery to remove some shrapnel from her upper body left in by being close to the explosion sight. Along her shoulder the surgeons were stitching a particularly nasty wound, which also had the odd distinction of having a light grey colored bruise around it. The discoloration was odd so one of the surgeons took a sample biopsy to analyze later.
Dr. Donna Rizzio was wheeled off to recovery to wait for her anesthesia to wear off. Another hour ticked off the clock as she began to open her brown eyes. “Hello there.” As Donna stirred she looked up and then gasped with a bit of a start. She felt something was off by the fact she knew she was now barefoot, her expensive footwear missing ,and she was definitely not wearing what she was earlier in the day, and being in a large uncomfortable bed was a big clue something was off as well.
“Taby…” she let out with a moan. “Where’s Taby?” The nurse looked confused expecting to hear something else as the question this young barely conscious woman before her would ask. “Your name is Donna, Donna Rizzio.” The nurse said wondering if she had the right woman before her that the chart on the bed end said should be here. “I know… but Taby, what happened to her?” The nurse took this as a cue this woman may be more with it then she initially thought before. “I don’t know who that is, but you’re in the hospital, there was a… accident. What’s the last thing you remember?” Donna told the nurse of her conversation with her friend, the experiment, how it started, then how something went wrong, herself being dragged from the area, then an explosion, then nothing until now.
The nurse told Donna where she was exactly, her condition when she arrived, the surgery details, the coverage she saw on the news, but she couldn’t answer the one question that was on Donna’s mind. She could see her lack of this information was causing the patient before her some distress, that plus the tears beginning to pool in her eyes, the droplet forming and then seemingly caressing her cheeks with its fluid motion as it dripped down and then after a brief moment clinging to the bottom of her chin, falling away. “You know, there is an ambulance coming in with an unconscious woman I’ve heard. That Hispanic news woman from channel 12 apparently found her. Tell me about your friend and I’ll radio the ambulance, couldn’t hurt.” Donna tried to wipe a tear away, but with the IV in her hand and arm made it difficult to move. The nurse grabbed a tissue and smiled, “What does your friend look like now.”
Through the darkness of the room lit only by florescent lights that gave off their stale white light the nurse jotted down on her note pad the description that Donna was giving her. After some more time talking it was time for Donna to be taken up to her room, at which point the nurse left her side and went down to emergency receiving bay to prepare with other doctors, nurses, and specialists for the impending arrival of the ambulance. Through the foggy night air the blazing lights of the ambulance could be seen in the distance, soon followed by the roar of its sirens. Coming in like a whirlwind of chaos the ambulance backed into the bay and the doors flung open and out came the gurney with the unknown woman inside it. The nurse followed alongside with her notepad comparing what she had written after her conversation with Donna to the young woman on the wheeled cart as it was hurried along. Thing was if this wasn’t an emergency and such an intense situation someone might have noticed the odd bending in the metal on the gurney’s end near the unconscious woman’s toes.
That day would leave many questions left to be answered, but they would have to wait for the time being. The large hole of what remained of the Treverton Collider would lead most to the answers, but fear of any lingering radioactive particles would have to let any investigation wait for some time. The good news that came from it all was despite the initial explosion things were not as bad as they could have gotten. The blast was contained to the immediate area of the formal collider, and though experts were unsure how it was contained, they were happy to know it was, and there would be no fallout, just the low peaks in the blast itself of Gamma radiation. The death toll was finally calculated form the blast to just three people despite initial estimates, including one missing male doctor.
“Hey Taby Cat.” Or something along those lines was the first thing Dr. Tabitha Bennet heard as she slowly open and then squinted her delicate blue eyes as they adjusted to the cleansing florescent glow of the hospital lights above. “Umm, Donna? Donna where, what happened?” Was the semi groggy reply that Tabitha was able to get out which was pretty good since she was still being pumped with painkillers. “You’re in the hospital, Rush University. There, Taby something went wrong during the experiment. There was an explosion; you’ve been unconscious for three weeks, well off and on. The doctors think you suffered some sort of head trauma, and they reported you seem to be having seizers at night.”
Tabitha closed her eyes and shook her red hair side to side as she shrugged. She was trying to comprehend what her best friend was trying to tell her, and at the same time her mind was trying to wrap itself around shattered memories and the fact she has lost three weeks of her life. “Donna, I… I just can’t remember right now. Was anyone hurt?” Donna frowned, “Some people died Taby, but..it wasn’t your fault. They looked into it and found the collider was not prepped properly, the magnets appeared to have been sabotaged.” Donna placed a hand on Tabitha’s shoulder; she could feel her attempt to gently massage it. “And Marks missing, they think he might have had something to do with the accident. They found an email he sent just before the blast, something about fiery revenge and justice for the men of cheating wives.”
“I always got a creepy vibe from him.” Tabitha said. “Yeah, you and I both, but he was always so quiet, if only he opened up to someone.” Donna and Tabitha both looked at each other for a moment, then gently laughed. “As long as it wasn’t one of us.” Donna chuckled to Tabitha. The two friends chatted for the next half hour when a nurse poked her head into the room, “Visiting hours will be ending soon.”
“Well, I better get going then Taby Cat.” Donna said reaching out to take hold of Tabitha’s hand for one last moment. “Ryan is waiting below to give me a ride home.” Tabitha looked at her friend for a moment, “Ryan? From the security desk? You two?” Tabitha was a bit taken aback when she heard herself, what she was asking. “Well…” Donna shrugged, “He did get me out just before the blast, or else I might have been one of the ones killed in the blast, and he stayed by my side throughout the whole week I was here, and he looked just like a lost puppy being at my side, and neither of us knew if you were going to pull through.” Donna blushed; her cheeks turning a shade of red, visible through her make up. Tabitha looked up at her friend; she blushed too almost as if it was a reflex. “Donna, one more thing before you go…What’s with Taby Cat?” Donna smiled and looked back just before exiting her friend’s room. “Why Taby, you survived, found alone in the destruction, you must have nine lives, well eight now I guess.” With that Donna let out a laugh and walked away. Tabitha smiled too, and for some reason wasn’t as annoyed with her friend’s names for her. Pulling up her blanket she turned to look out the hospital window to the sun setting and tried to close her eyes and get some rest, her mind still working on the puzzles of that day three weeks ago.
Across the city, in a small Chicago apartment young reporter Rosa Dominga was having another restless night of sleep. The young reporter had to get to sleep early, working the morning show of her local Chicago station for the CBS affiliate. She was happy that since she covered that collider fiasco weeks ago she has been getting more air time, but her nights shortly after that day have been plagued by nausea and night sweats. She kept having reoccurring dreams, of flames, smoke, that haunting image of the woman she found naked in the ash and debris, and this figure, this large figure that would just stare with those fiery yellow eyes, she couldn’t ever make out any other detail then that in her dreams, or nightmares. Some nights the dreams would get so bad, she would wake with a scream, her soft slender body, its darker tanned tone slick with perspiration, sometimes tiny rips in her pajamas around her collar, or a torn blanket once. That was the night she decided to seek out therapy to help her out.
Another part of the city had a different scene occurring. The former security guard Ryan, who now needed to find a new job after the blast, was lying in a soft plush bed on Chicago’s upper north side in a very spacious apartment, letting out a loud grunt of release and jubilation as he felt his formerly hard member shrinking back to normal as the good doctor Donna slowly slid off of his naked body, small belly and all. She let out her own sigh of relief after giving out a series of loud grunts and groans moments ago. Her head with her now slick black hair hit a pillow, and she turned her perspiration covered head and placed her cheek on her soft memory foam pillow. “I take it you enjoyed yourself too?” she asked coyly with a grin. “Well, it was ok.” He replied with a much larger grin. “I think there is still room for improvement if you care to experiment again doctor.” He chuckled, his belly and arms shaking with his droll joke. “Mmm.. maybe in a little bit. I know you need time to rise again, and I need to relieve something else right now.” Was Donna’s reply, as she got up, wrapping a thin blanket around herself, holding it over her wet C cup breasts as it covered her soft nude frame, just to below her knees, her bare feet making little sound as she walked to her bathroom.
Closing the door behind her, she made her way towards the toilet, but stopped to check her reflection in the mirror. Her face was covered with her sweat, and her makeup was needless to say slightly messed, along with her dark hair. She smiled to herself and stepped closer bringing up her hand and flicking some of her hair out from her eyes. It was longer then she usually wore kept it, but after the month she had been having a hair appointment was the last thing on her mind. The truth was that what she had been doing was spending large sums on her favorite past time, shoe shopping. The designer pairs were piling up, but she had a spare room all picked out for such emergencies.
About to turn away Donna though she saw something in her eye, an odd grey fleck. As she moved in she realized that the speck was a discoloration of her pupil. She got this puzzled look on her face, and as she moved closer the light above flickered, and she tensed her grip on the blanket with her one hand, and then placed the other on her marble sink countertop steadying herself stumbling a bit on her own two feet. “Uhh.” Donna let out a soft pained grunt, and increased her grip on the sink as she felt her body spasm suddenly. Every muscle in her body suddenly felt very tight, her knuckles turned a ghostly white for a very brief moment. Everything felt odd to her, and as the shiver passed Donna let out a moan. “Are you alright in there Donna? Not starting again without me are you? Ryan called out to her. Donna shook her head, and then everything seemed normal again. “Yeah hon, I’m fine, just, umm, just a chill is all.” Donna proceeded to do her business and as she left made a mental note to turn up the thermostat on her way back to bed. As she hit the lights, a few light marble crumbs fell to the floor, a series of cracks on her countertop now, right where she had her hand.
Meanwhile back in her hospital room Tabitha was sleeping, her vitals on the monitor gently beeping along with her breathing rhythm. Her hands were neatly placed on her chest, just below her breasts, them along with the blanket moving up and down with every inhalation and exhalation. Her cute rounded toes were just barely covered by the short blankets that most hospitals provide to their patrons. Outside her room the moon began to peak out from the clouds, as a gentle hale began to come down and pitter patter upon the large window. The moons ghostly light hit Tabitha’s pale skin upon her face, lighting it up just as her eyes began to quickly dart back and forth under her tightly closed lids. REM sleep was starting, and tonight her dreams were going about the work of trying to piece together the missing hours of the explosion day. “Umm…no…no..don’t.” Tabitha was talking, mumbling in her sleep. Her mind was placing bits and pieces together. All the while this shape was beginning to form in her mind. This shadowy figure, human like in appearance, but oddly inhuman in some ways. That shadow was large, over seven feet to her smaller stature. There was hair, dark, so dark, strands of green. There was fog, no smoke, smoke all around it, and it cast a long shadow, flames licking at its back. There was this immense bulk, muscle tone as her mind surmised to this thing, and it did indeed cast a long strong shadow in her mind’s eye. Speaking of which, the eyes, there were these eerie, glowing, piercing green eyes, glowing like a demons, staring at her, through her, a low, rumbling growl escaping this things lips.
Back in reality, in the hospital bed, Tabitha was beginning to perspire in her bed and gown, moist sweat forming upon her brow. Her hands, they had gone from resting comfortably upon her chest, to below her neck, where they began to tightly grip her blanket, twisting and contorting it with her hands. Below more of her toes were exposed to the hospital’s cool recirculated air, her having choked up on the blanket, pulling it higher. Those small rounded toes began to slowly twitch, curl and uncurl. The monitor she was hooked up too, the beeps began to come on quicker. Tabitha’s head began to rock back and forth, and her teeth bared as her lips curled. Memories were returning, piecing together the day of the accident, and as they did, they were bringing something else back with them, something Tabitha always had inside her, but kept buried deep inside her. Tabitha’s mind will be tested, along with her frail body.


End part 2
To be continued…