This……rage…….inside………is very……..how you say…….calming. I enjoy it……sometimes……yet at sometimes…….it scares me……I cannot stand it at some points but at other it helps me and I love it…….it let's me know I will never be alone……but as I look in the mirror……I see me………but not me……it's my father's son……..not my mother's……..I want to be my own person…..but I cannot….I am always on the run….always on the war……….always against the one's I love….I have allies…..some more fortunate then me…..who experienced everything I have gone through……..but not have the same results……one can control her form……the other is his form……..but one man was as unfortunate as me……and we shall always be enemy's……which I have many of……some have giant brains…..live underground…..are giant and hairy……some………..are just there…….and I fight everyday……..and every fight I live another day……..everyday I am not caught…..is a blessing from god…..every time I transform……..is a curse from the devil……every time I look into my cup of tea…….I see him…….and it hurts………it hurts even more when I see her……I can hear the voices……talking inside…….or around me……I cannot stand it…….it hurts……so much……..and when I hurt……he hurts…..and when he hurts…….others hurt………..who am I? I am Dr. Bruce Banner……and who I am talking about is……..

The Incredible Hulk

The story of Bruce Banner