Hulk Girl

Chapter One

a/n: i wrote this story last year and when i was browsing through my works, i thought, why not publish this?
anyway, thanks for reading :)

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I was walking home that day from the Daley household where I usually babysit, earphones plugged in, listening to music, lost in my own world.

Like always.

I couldn't be bothered even if pigs started flying right then and there; I simply didn't care. Once my earphones are in, it should be clear as a neon sign that no one should bother trying to get my attention. And nobody ever did, which really made me happy because at home, it's like my brothers were blind as bats.

That was why you could imagine my surprise when my back felt like it was hit by a freight train. I stumbled forward, nearly falling on my face, but right now I couldn't really care less about having a flattened face; I was watching in horror as my iPod slipped from the front pocket on my hoodie and somewhere at the back of my mind, warning bells were ringing that the earphones had also slipped from my ears, thus making it impossible for the iPod to be saved.

It was like a slow motion, and I literally felt my heart break when the gadget--the gadget that I saved up for half a year--hit the pavement and cracked.

Fuck.

I starved in school just to save the money, I worked my ass off babysitting annoying kids that kept on sticking their fingers in my nostrils and I walked the dogs of my neighbor, which were all Siberian Huskies and let me tell you that untrained Huskies were a pain in the ass. I mean, I loved their looks. I loved wolves, and Huskies resembled them a lot. But man, someone like me against big beasts that kept on pulling me and almost jerking my arms right out from the socket--yeah that just sucked.

After catching my balance, my broken heart, just broke more into tiny pieces as a boot-clad foot accidentally kicked the already-cracked iPod and sent it skidding in the middle of the road. I watched with a gaping mouth as a car flew by, and felt my heart break a little more when the tires zoomed right on it.

Double fuck.

I was nearly blind with rage. Heck, I was seeing red. I whirled around, my eyes landing on the single person on the sidewalk with me. There was no one but the two of us, and I saw that the fucker was a guy.

"You!" I shouted, pointing a shaking finger at him. "You broke my iPod!"

"I shouted at you to give way, but you only blocked the path more!" Wow, he had the nerve to put the blame on me? Why this fu-- "I'm so sorry though, but I gotta go!"

As he made a move to run past me, I could only think, hell no.

So I met him head on and blocked his path, "So it was my fault? I was listening to my goddamn music!"

"I promise I'll find you, but I really got to go." When I didn't let go of his shirt, he glared. "Woman, let me go!"

"Pay for it!"

"Just let me--"

"Right now!"

This time he successfully pried my fingers from his shirt and was about to make another run for it.

Vaguely I heard someone yelling, but I didn't care. He broke my iPod. My iPod. The only thing keeping me from going insane in school and at home. "You asked for it, fucker."

I pulled my arm back and sent it flying to his face. At the last second that it was going to touch his nose, he ducked, completely missing him by hair's length. I expected air to greet my fist, but shock ran through me when it collided with an unwelcome flesh and I heard a crack.