Soft Sounds // Bruce Banner

40 || End.

 Ever looked left and right scanning the crowds of the buzzing time square. She was waiting for him. Bruce. However, Bruce was nowhere to be seen.

She wrung her hands nervously squeezing her joints and running her hands over the callouses made her surroundings feel smaller, like she was back in her room instead of in the middle of a bustling city. Another quick scan of the crowd before she looked for an empty, and relatively clean, bench to sit on to wait.

Why was he late?

One glance at a locked phone screen, 4:36pm. Was it wrong of her to wait this long? Maybe he just didn't want to come.

Her shoulders feel stiff and her hands aren't enough to ground her as she hears a plane rumble over head. A fumbling of shaking fingers later and she has her ear buds in and she puts on random playlist at full blast.

Another deep breath. When had she taken the first?

She relaxes into the bench closing her eyes and absorbing the comfort of being alone for a moment. Her eyes open once more. 4:41pm.

A glimpse to her right and she sees a man with a gash above his eye, still bleeding. Odd. He walks toward her in a shifty way. As if he doesn't want her to notice his intent. She stares. Gripping tightly on the pepper spray she keeps on the inside pocket of her jacket.

4:43pm.

Then she sees Bruce. The world seems to melt away for a moment and she can feel a smile pulling itself into existence.

His hair looks just as soft in real life as the pictures she has seen of him. He looks concerned but he has no reason to worry, she doesn't care that he's extremely late. He showed up and that's what matters.

The world appears again and she hears Bruce yell something at her.

Something that sounds like a firework goes off.

Bruce looks scared.

Then there's pain.

In the back of her head there is an intense pain digging, then a gentle buzz, but she can no longer control her body. She falls to the ground and her body vibrates from the impact but she is barely aware of it.

The music continues playing.

"Come on, come on, come on I said,

Get me the hell out of here,

Too young to die and my dear,

If you can hear me just walk away and,

Take me."

Time of death: 4:49pm.

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Game Over.

Would you like to play again?

She screams.

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a/n: not all stories have a happy ending. Keep an eye on my other books to know when the next book is out to get further explanation of what's going on.