Grey Hulk (2026)

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Grey Hulk: Chains of Rage

Chapter One: The Room

I lost track of time in that room.

Days bled into nights, nights into screaming white light. The walls were sterile, the air thick with chemicals and fear. My name was Dr. Ryan Banner, but in this place, I was just Subject 13.

They strapped me down, cold metal biting into my wrists and ankles. The restraints were designed for monsters, but I was still a man—at least at first. Somewhere between the needles and the endless questions, I stopped being a person and became an experiment.

“You’ll be the future,” Dr. Graves said, clipboard in hand, face hidden behind a mask. “Imagine a soldier who never tires, never breaks. You’re making history.”

I wanted to scream, but my voice was lost in the hum of machines.

Chapter Two: The Experiment

You studied my pain like it was data. Watched my pulse spike while my muscles tore themselves apart just to survive what you forced into my veins. Every injection felt like drowning in fire, like my body was being rewritten against my will.

The serum was supposed to heal, to strengthen, to unlock the next evolution of mankind. But it was agony. My bones stretched, my skin burned, my heart thundered in my chest.

I tried to hold on to my name, to my memories, to the idea that this was temporary. But the serum didn’t just change my flesh. It erased my limits.

I remembered flashes of my life before—the laughter of my daughter, the warmth of my wife’s hand, the pride of discovery. But those memories grew dim, washed out by waves of pain and rage.

Chapter Three: The Change

It started with my eyes. They turned slate grey, reflecting the cold light of the lab. My muscles swelled, skin thickening into armor. I snapped restraints that had held me for weeks. The scientists gasped, scribbling notes, adjusting cameras.

But the worst change was inside.

Now there’s a weight in my chest heavier than these chains ever were. A rage built from every moment I was powerless. I could feel it growing, feeding on my suffering, waiting for a chance to break free.

Dr. Graves watched me with fascination. “Remarkable. The serum is working. But can you control it?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

Chapter Four: The Escape

One night, the rage spilled over.

They tried another dose, stronger than before. My body convulsed, vision blurring. I heard alarms, shouts, the crackle of electricity. The pain was unbearable, but the rage was stronger.

I snapped the restraints, shattering steel and glass. Scientists ran—some screaming, some filming. I tore through the lab, smashing walls, hurling equipment. The world shook because it finally felt what I felt: trapped, broken, and pushed beyond mercy.

I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I just wanted to be free.

Security forces flooded the corridors, guns blazing. Bullets stung, but didn’t stop me. I roared, the sound echoing through the facility.

I broke through the final barrier and into the night.

Chapter Five: On the Run

I fled into the city, hiding in shadows, hunted by those who made me. Every step was agony. My body changed with my mood—calm, I was almost human; angry, I became the Grey Hulk.

I tried to remember who I was. My daughter’s smile. My wife’s laughter. But the rage was always there, whispering, promising strength.

I watched the news. “Monster Escapes Lab,” they called me. “Weapon of Mass Destruction.” I was never asked if I wanted this.

I didn’t ask to be your weapon. I didn’t choose to be your monster.

Chapter Six: The World’s Fear

The world was afraid. Police searched the streets. Drones buzzed overhead. People locked their doors, whispered about the beast in the shadows.

I saw my face on wanted posters. I saw my old colleagues denounce me, call me dangerous. I saw Dr. Graves on television, promising to “contain the threat.”

I wanted to run forever. But I couldn’t. I had unfinished business.

Chapter Seven: The Confrontation

I returned to the lab, cloaked in darkness. The guards were ready, weapons drawn. I moved silently, avoiding cameras, disabling alarms.

I found Dr. Graves in his office, surrounded by monitors. He looked up, fear in his eyes.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” he whispered.

I stepped forward, my voice rough but clear. “You made me this. You made me a monster.”

He shook his head. “You’re a breakthrough. Think of what we can accomplish—”

I slammed my fist into the desk, splintering wood. “I decide what survives me.”

He begged for mercy, but I was done kneeling.

Chapter Eight: Mercy and Choice

I could have killed him. The rage wanted it. But I remembered my daughter, her voice in my mind: “Daddy, be strong.”

I turned away, leaving Graves trembling.

I destroyed the lab—every vial, every note, every trace of the serum. The world wouldn’t suffer another monster like me.

Chapter Nine: Redemption

I disappeared into the world, living in the margins. I helped where I could—saving people from accidents, stopping crimes, protecting the weak. Sometimes, my rage flared, but I learned to control it.

People feared me, but some saw the truth. I wasn’t just a monster. I was a survivor.

Chapter Ten: Legacy

Years passed. The world changed. New threats rose, new heroes emerged. The legend of the Grey Hulk grew—sometimes as a warning, sometimes as a hope.

I never stopped searching for peace. I never stopped fighting for control. And I never forgot the cost of survival.

I didn’t ask for this life. But I decided what survived me: not rage, but resilience.