The ongoing adventures of Blonsky/Chris: Part 4

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The ride remained uneventful at normal speeds, the road stretched on too long, and he came as close to their limit as possible before a motel billboard appeared declaring it was just a few miles ahead, next right. As much as he wanted to drive on through the night he knew it simply was not possible. Gas shortage due to earlier activities for one thing; the need to ditch the stolen car being another.

He made a snap decision and turned in to the motel's lot. It was late evening, not yet eight according to the radio, and he figured they could get a few hours rest before leaving at dawn.

"You're going in." He stated flatly, without looking towards Chris, as he parked the furthest away from the office's main doors. "Just get a room, no frills, the cheapest. Don't draw attention to yourself." A pointed glare for this last statement. For someone like Chris he knew this was almost an impossibility.

With the car stopped, he reached behind Chris for the bag full of the genius's collected junk. In the side pocket was the one thing he knew they'd packed, as he had put it there himself: a wallet discovered in that broken down home they'd stayed in. Two neatly folded twenties were handed to Chris, with the rest of the wallet disappearing into Blonsky's back pocket. If he hadn't tracked Banner for so long, he might've been tempted to use the credit cards.

"Seems simple enough, right? Out you go."

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The water wasn't as scorching as he would've liked, nor the shower as sharp. But what can one really expect from a cheap motel? Blonsky stood still as the heated spray rained down over his back. It tapped at the taut skin, the protruding ridges like tiny needles. If only it burned more...

He watched as it turned a dark red at his feet. It pooled there, the drain secured. He could only guess at what it'd do to the water supply if it got out and how many innocents would be affected in a worse-case scenario. How had Bruce survived like this for so long? Blonsky straightened, finished his shower quickly. It didn't matter how the nerd had done it, because he would do it better.

He smelled Chris's handiwork before he shut off the water. A perimeter exactly. Perfect. He dried himself off and put on his jeans, making a mental note they should acquire more soon. He joined Chris outside, leaned back against the Humvee at an intentionally tantalizing angle. Oh the things he could do if he had his way.

"C'mon, baby." He licked his lips. "Light my fire." An open invitation he knew Chris wouldn't take.

[moralimperative]

It took several seconds for Chris to pull his attention away from Blonsky's shirtless form; compact musculature and boney spinal ridges aside, distracting though they were in their own way, there wasn't a mark to show for the blood or the glass he'd seen for himself only minutes before. Try as he might to reconcile the idea of the Abomination and all that he'd already been told, there simply wasn't precident for that kind of remarkable ability. Blonsky's attitude towards obstacles--and speed limits--made considerably more sense, this way.

When he did pull his gaze away, it was to linger on the building before them for several seconds, lighter in hand. Arson was a distinctly different beast from that of cutting an accidental hole through several structures on campus or demolishing an empty house by way of a miscalculation. He might have been audacious, even reckless from time to time, but he'd never been intentionally destructive.

It only took an instant for the fire to make its way along the gasoline perimeter, spreading up the walls and singeing the roof as though the entire building was only so much kindling. Chris stepped back, watching it burn for a moment longer before turning back to his companion and the newly acquired Humvee. "Let's go."