"You think her old man will get the point this time?" a man asked, awakening Jennifer from her sleep.
"If he doesn't, the Pride'll simply have him killed as well," a second man replied.
Jennifer's eyes snapped open and she looked around her hospital room in a panic.
It was dark, the only light coming from the slit under the door and the small amount that filtered in around the curtains. Two shadowy shapes stood at the foot of her bed, obviously the ones who'd just been talking. Talking about killing her father.
As her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, she noticed that one of the men's arms rise, pointing towards her. A glint of light was enough to tell her exactly what he was holding.
Jennifer flung herself to the right and off the bed just as a soft snick sounded.
Another two snicks had sounded by the time that she hit the floor. Unfortunately, in her haste to get away, her arm had hit the switch that turned on the small light set just above her bed.
The men, dressed in dark clothing, her heads covered by the hoods of their jumpers, blinked rapidly in the unexpected light. From where she sat, Jennifer could see the guns that both held.
Fear gripped her, squeezing her insides. Any second now, they were going to realise where she was and turn their guns on her. And they wouldn't miss a second time.
Jennifer's insides squeezed and a cold sweat broke out on her body.
She could feel herself trembling, her entire limbs starting to shake violently. She brought her hands up to cover her face as the men's gazes turned towards her. But something felt different. Her hands felt the wrong size. And her skin almost felt as though it was changing, shifting under her touch.
"W … wh …what is she?" one of the men stammered, his eyes huge.
The other man had already begun to back away.
These men were afraid of her, she realised.
Lowering her hands, she stared at them. Now, it seemed, they were the ones doing the shaking. Jennifer grinned at them. They should be afraid. She'd bet that these were the ones that had shot her the first time.
And as she thought it, her fear morphed into anger. And then it grew. No, she then realised, she wasn't just angry, she was furious!
Pushing off from the floor, she leapt straight onto the bed, the bed that gave a mighty lurch and creak before collapsing onto the floor.
The man that had begun to back away, turned and fled, slamming the door open in his haste.
The other man had backed himself into a corner and raised his gun. His hand, though, was shaking so much that Jennifer wasn't sure that he'd be able to hit anything. Not that she was going to give him a chance.
A single stride was enough to get her close enough to grab not only the gun, but also the man's hand. And then she squeezed. Hard. The gun must have been a bad make for she felt the metal give, squishing quickly out of shape. Sharp snaps that she couldn't identify accompanied the destruction of the gun.
"Ahhh!" the man was screaming.
The second that Jennifer opened her hand, what was left of the gun fell to the floor and the man began cradling his hand, tears streaming down his face as he slid to the floor.
The man's scream had brought help, though. A nurse burst into the room before sliding to a stop and backing up.
"She … She … She … Hulk," the nurse babbled.
Jennifer stared at her, confused.
And then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall. She stared at the fact that she had green skin, not to mention that she seemed much, much taller than she was supposed to be. Her hospital gown was torn to shreds, barely maintaining any sort of dignity.
"What have they done to me?" she whispered, touching the green skin on her cheek with an equally green hand.
She stared back at the man, then at his hand and realised that his hand was completely mangled, just like the gun had been. Her head shifted to the wreck of her bed, the one that had collapsed when she'd simply stood on it. Finally, she looked at the nurse's horrified, terrified face.
Two strides took her to her bedside table where one massive jade-green hand grabbed up her few belongings.
And then, with them in hand, Jennifer fled, running, bounding down the hospital corridor faster than she'd ever moved before.
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