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5/24/2025, 4:41:37 AM
You watched in mild horror as the substance lit up his veins with a green fluorescent hue.
“Crazy! Stupid!” Harpy angrily squawked. “Green blood kills!”
“I'm afraid I'm going to have to side with the Bandit Queen on this one.” Shaggy said, warily stepping away from the man. “Most people die within minutes, or, if they're lucky, they transform into a horrible monster.”
Harpy gave the dog a sideways glance.
“No offense.”
“Well I guess we'll just have to find out what's tougher. My freaky ass body, or a few concentrated drops of Hulk blood.” Deadhead said, gripping his right arm as the Gamma irradiated blood lit up the entire circulatory system within the affected limb.
He groaned in discomfort, but he remained steady throughout the early stages of the process. He let out a shaky laugh.
“See? Nothing to worry ab-”
His words immediately cut off at the sound of his neck bones popping. You could visibly see his muscles shifting under his skin as well. The sight was simultaneously fascinating and disgusting, but you couldn't peel your eyes away.
Deadhead briefly fell to one knee as more of his veins lit up and started bulging slightly. His skin was beginning to turn a different shade, as well. Something closer to…cyan maybe?
He doubled over, slamming his fist into the roof to prevent himself from falling flat on his face. A small crater formed as a result of the impact, and spider-web cracks spread out from it, forcing Shaggy to evacuate the roof. Harpy was quick to scoop him up, but she didn't immediately fly away. She was watching Deadhead carefully, waiting to see what would become of him.
He struggled back to his feet, his legs slightly unstable, and you could tell that he was still visibly in pain…but he remained standing. You didn’t know if that was a testament to his fortitude, or if the Hulk blood wasn't as potent as you were led to believe.
His muscles still shifted under his skin–growing, tightening, and finally…compressing into a less grotesque form. Deadhead stared down at his hands, and flexed them experimentally. Everyone watched him cautiously, waiting for a sign that you were now dealing with a roided out criminal amidst on top of a zombie horde.
The man looked up, met each of your eyes, and slammed his fist into an open palm.
“See? Told you this Hulk blood wasn't shit…”
His words might’ve been more convincing if he hadn't just spat up some dark green blood, but it was a miracle for him to even be standing at all after that.
Harpy just shook her head at him.
—------
“Take the next left!” Shaggy shouted, pedaling his limbs helplessly in Harpy’s grip.
You were being gripped in her other claw, lobbing sap globs at the evacuation grates as you passed them. You were getting better and better at handling them with each use. With enough practice, you might be precise enough to hit real moving targets with some consistency.
(Cont.)
“Crazy! Stupid!” Harpy angrily squawked. “Green blood kills!”
“I'm afraid I'm going to have to side with the Bandit Queen on this one.” Shaggy said, warily stepping away from the man. “Most people die within minutes, or, if they're lucky, they transform into a horrible monster.”
Harpy gave the dog a sideways glance.
“No offense.”
“Well I guess we'll just have to find out what's tougher. My freaky ass body, or a few concentrated drops of Hulk blood.” Deadhead said, gripping his right arm as the Gamma irradiated blood lit up the entire circulatory system within the affected limb.
He groaned in discomfort, but he remained steady throughout the early stages of the process. He let out a shaky laugh.
“See? Nothing to worry ab-”
His words immediately cut off at the sound of his neck bones popping. You could visibly see his muscles shifting under his skin as well. The sight was simultaneously fascinating and disgusting, but you couldn't peel your eyes away.
Deadhead briefly fell to one knee as more of his veins lit up and started bulging slightly. His skin was beginning to turn a different shade, as well. Something closer to…cyan maybe?
He doubled over, slamming his fist into the roof to prevent himself from falling flat on his face. A small crater formed as a result of the impact, and spider-web cracks spread out from it, forcing Shaggy to evacuate the roof. Harpy was quick to scoop him up, but she didn't immediately fly away. She was watching Deadhead carefully, waiting to see what would become of him.
He struggled back to his feet, his legs slightly unstable, and you could tell that he was still visibly in pain…but he remained standing. You didn’t know if that was a testament to his fortitude, or if the Hulk blood wasn't as potent as you were led to believe.
His muscles still shifted under his skin–growing, tightening, and finally…compressing into a less grotesque form. Deadhead stared down at his hands, and flexed them experimentally. Everyone watched him cautiously, waiting for a sign that you were now dealing with a roided out criminal amidst on top of a zombie horde.
The man looked up, met each of your eyes, and slammed his fist into an open palm.
“See? Told you this Hulk blood wasn't shit…”
His words might’ve been more convincing if he hadn't just spat up some dark green blood, but it was a miracle for him to even be standing at all after that.
Harpy just shook her head at him.
—------
“Take the next left!” Shaggy shouted, pedaling his limbs helplessly in Harpy’s grip.
You were being gripped in her other claw, lobbing sap globs at the evacuation grates as you passed them. You were getting better and better at handling them with each use. With enough practice, you might be precise enough to hit real moving targets with some consistency.
(Cont.)
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