[ WP ] Retell the origin of a superhero , but reveal the hero at the end of the story .

I was born into a world gone mad, surrounded by smoke and burning rubble. My arrival was heralded by the screams of injured men and the distant keening of alarms. Birth is always a traumatic event, but mine was especially so. There was a woman standing amidst the debris, staring at me. Her gaze bored into me but she seemed confused, uncertain. Like she was looking for something, but was n't quite sure if she'd found it. Her lips parted and she uttered a single word. A name. 
 
 Before she could speak again we were rudely interrupted: men with guns came rushing in, shouting and brandishing their weapons. I shouted back and they reeled as though I had slapped them, then opened fire. This act of unexpected violence filled me with rage. There I was, newly born, and already this world was trying to kill me. I fled, but they followed. They always follow, and though I might occasionally give them the slip in the end they always find me. Sometimes I try to fight them, but that always leads to innocent people getting hurt. I do n't want to hurt people, I only want to be left alone. They will never leave me alone, because they want something from me. Something terrible, something I can never give them. 
 
 In the quiet times when I am alone, I think about the woman in the rubble. I think about what she called me. It's a familiar name, but it's not my name. There's a voice in the back of my head that tries to tell me otherwise, but the voice is wrong. I am not `` Bruce''. That name is too small. `` Hulk'' is the only name that fits.
