Four Arms chased a pair of bank robbers through the busy street. They were infuriatingly faster than him even while weaving in and out of the crowd. He yelled in frustration and started tossing people out of the way. The robbers turned into an alley and Four Arms smiled, he did his best work in private.
Four Arms turned into the alley and laughed, it was a dead end. The two idiots were trying to scramble over a 15-foot-tall wall. "So, what do you two think you're doing?" Four Arms asked, crossing his top two arms and putting his bottom two on his hips. The pair looked at each other for a second before attempting to bolt past him. Four Arms caught them both by the neck, one of them giving a satisfying gagging sound. He lifted them up to eye level. "I guess the answer is: being idiots."
He smashed their heads together and then tossed them to the ground. He walked over to the stunned pair and cracked his neck. He squatted down and grabbed them both by their shirts. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. What's it gonna be?" The man on the left kicked him in the gut, it didn't hurt Four Arms. "Well that's you're answer." He said, lifting the left one up higher. "What about you?" He addressed the one on his right who immediately put up his hands in surrender. "You go sit in the corner until I'm done with your friend. If you move, you'll get the same treatment. Got it?" He growled. The man nodded and Four Arms threw him in the corner.
Four Arms turned his attention back to the idiot and smiled, the man whimpered. "You know, I really love alleys." Four Arms said standing up. He gripped the man under his shoulders and slammed him into the side of one building and then the other. Five times he did that and when he looked at the man his face was a mess, bloody and broken. He was barely conscious, only letting out pitiful moans. "You're so weak, can't take a punch." Four Arms scoffed. "I prefer fighting aliens, most of them can handle a good beating." He said and threw the man into the wall that they had tried to climb.
A gunshot rang out, the shot hit Four Arms in the back. It didn't penetrate but it did hurt, a lot. He turned around slowly, growling. A woman stood behind him, her gun still up. She was clearly terrified; the gun shook uncontrollably, and she was breathing heavily. Rage filled Four Arm's, with a jump he cleared the 10 feet between them. He grabbed the gun with one hand and picked the woman up by the throat with the other. He held her high, his arm trembling with the urge to crush her.
Suddenly her blonde hair turned orange and her brown eyes turned green. It was only for a second, but he saw her as Gwen. He redirected his anger to the gun and crushed it easily. He brought the woman to eye level. "One chance." He growled and tossed her to the ground.
When she scrambled away Four Arms turned his attention back to the idiot. He was unconscious, slumped over on the ground where he left him. Four arms considered killing him but he didn't hurt anyone in the robbery so he couldn't. He walked up to the unconscious man and kicked him in the stomach as hard as he could, angry that he couldn't kill the creep.
He deactivated his Omnitrix and pulled out two tracers. They were small round devices that had hooks on the underside of them. Attach it to a criminal and activate it to let the cops know that you got a bad guy for them. He pressed it into the unconscious guy's chest, and he grunted. "Look at that, not in a coma, congrats." Ben said sarcastically as a small click told him the tracer was securely in place.
He turned his attention to the smart one and pulled out a zip tie. "Hands." Ben grunted. The smart one put his hands out, Ben grabbed him roughly and put his hands behind his back before tying him up.
"Does that thing have to go on my chest?" He asked when Ben sat him up. Ben answered his question by shoving the tracer into his thigh, making the man yelp. He touched the button on both tracers, the red light pulsed slowly.
"The police will be here soon. If you get away, I'll find you and I will kill you." Ben promised as he pulled up the hood on his hoodie. Ben walked away without saying anything else, pain radiated between his shoulder blades where the bullet hit him. He walked through the crowd. People seemed to sense his dark energy and stayed away from him, Ben had his own little bubble of people leaving him alone. He could hear police sirens closing in. "That was fast, must have been someone close by." Ben muttered to himself.
Ben rummaged through his medicine cabinet, throwing away several empty bottles. "Ah, here it is." He said as he pulled out a bottle of painkillers. He took one dry and took off his hoodie. He examined his back in the mirror, a large bruise spread across his back from between his shoulder blades. Pain throbbed with each heartbeat, he couldn't stand to look at the injury.
"I swear one day I will kill him." Ben said aloud as he sat gingerly on the couch. The memory of Azmuth turning off the protection protocols surfaced. It was a poorly thought out way of trying to force Ben to change his ways. He remembered how close he was to catching the pest before he teleported away like a coward.
Eventually the pill did its job and the pain melted away, letting Ben relax. He flinched when his business phone rang, and he considered not answering it. "I'll only take it if it's fun." Ben said as he got up. "Hmm?" Ben grunted when he answered the phone.
"We need backup at Mayfair market, it's turned into a full-blown shootout." A male voice said.
Ben considered it for a moment. "Bullets?" He asked, not really caring to get shot again.
"What? Yes?" The man said, sounding very confused. Ben sighed, if he didn't know guns without bullets existed than this would be a human fight.
"I'm on my way." Ben said with a smile, it was time to go kill some idiots. He turned into Jetray and was there in under a minute. He could hear the gunshots and so landed and turned into Diamondhead, at least he was bulletproof. Diamondhead approached and took a second to take in the situation, there were three cops still standing and from the sounds of it at least five shooters. He threw up a wall of diamond between the cops and the shooters. "Alright, leave." Diamondhead ordered gruffly.
As they started to leave, he stopped one of the cops. "Any hostages I should be aware of." He asked. If there were hostages it'd change his plans dramatically.
"They say they have hostages, we were not able to confirm." The cop said. Diamondhead thanked him and let him get on his way.
Once the coast was clear he stepped in front of his own wall and brought it down. "If anybody in here doesn't want to die get on the ground now! This is your only warning." Diamondhead, he was obligated to. Several shots rang out and one shot even hit him in the head, but it ricocheted off without any pain. "Alright then." He said to himself and turned one arm into a shield and his other into a sword. "I feel like going medieval on your asses!" He called as he charged the first shooter in sight, a young boy, probably only about 16, with a mop of curly, dirty blonde hair.
The boy's eyes went wide with fear and he brought his arms up to defend himself, it did nothing to defend against Diamondhead's sword. He left a large gash across the boy's arms. Diamondhead didn't hesitate for a moment before stabbing him through the heart, pinning him to the floor for a second. The kid gasped and choked for a few seconds before he took his final breath.
Diamondhead looked around for his next target, another shot ricocheted off his head and he looked to where it came from. It came from a tall, beefy man. He was shaven bald and had tattoos running down his neck. Diamondhead crouched, brought up his shield and charged the man. He hit him full force but even then, the man took a few paces back before shoving back. "Look at you!" Diamondhead laughed. "You're gonna be fun." He snarled. He put his arms back to normal and raised his arms to box. "Fight me like a man." Diamondhead taunted. The shooter landed the first punch right in Diamondhead's stomach. The shooter screamed out in pain, his hand broken and bloody.
"Yeah, this was never going to be a fair fight." Diamondhead said, putting a finger to his chin and cocking his head to the side. "The thing is, I don't rightfully care." He said and took his swing, his fist connected with the man's temple and he went down like a ton of bricks. The man was unconscious on the ground, he wasn't a threat, but he forfeited his rights when he started shooting. Diamondhead brought his foot up and slammed it down on the guy's head, he heard bones crack. With several more stomps his head was nothing more but paste on Diamondhead's foot.
He heard fast footsteps behind him, someone was trying to make a break for it. He brought up a wall to block the entrance and a girl slammed into it, full speed. She laid there, prone on the ground. Diamondhead shook his head, knocked herself out. He didn't have to look for his next victim, they came to him. The last three shooters jumped him at once, knocking him to the ground. He turned his whole body into spikes and then launched them in every direction. Diamondhead stood up and observed his handywork, the three that had jumped him now looked more like pincushions than humans. "Pathetic." He spat and then went to clear the building.
He cleared each room one by one, looking for any hostages or shooters. It wasn't until he reached a storage room that he found something. A Four Arms and 8 people tied up and gagged. "Now this is what I'm talking about!" Diamondhead exclaimed.
"What did you do to my men?" The Four Arms asked, two of his arms crossed.
"Oh, so you're the leader?" Diamondhead asked. He nodded. "Well then, I got a problem with you." Diamondhead chuckled.
"You see, I have a problem with you too, so I guess we're even." The Four Arms said with a smug grin.
Diamondhead facepalmed. "You know I'm going to kill you right?" He asked as he put a diamond bubble around the hostages.
The Four Arms just grinned wider. "I'd like to see you try!"
"Just try not to die too easily, yeah? Your goonies went down like bugs." Diamondhead said, cracking his neck. Like a bell had been rung they both leapt at each other. Diamondhead landed a blow to the gut and Four Arms punched him in the jaw. "Oh, I almost felt that." Diamondhead taunted. They both exchanged blows, several times Four Arms tried to get him in a grapple put he managed to avoid it.
"You know, I'm really getting frustrated with those four arms of yours." Diamondhead said, panting for the first time in months. "How about we fix that." He said and brought diamond up to wrap around his feet. The Four Arms fell forwards, landing on his knees. Diamondhead wrapped diamond around his knees too, locking him in place. He grabbed the Four Arms lower two arms, taking many punches to the face in the process.
"Fuck you!" He screamed as Diamondhead bound his two lower arms to the ground and his upper two arms to the ceiling.
"I'll rip your jaw from your head if you don't shut up." Diamondhead hissed, turning his arm into a blade. The Four Arms started breathing heavily, finally realizing that he was in danger. "You know, I've actually never done this before. I have no idea how hard it will be to cut your arms off. Thank you for being my Guinea pig." He looked into the Four Arms eyes and saw nothing but fear, he almost felt bad. Almost. He started cutting into the arm at the joint, figuring that'd be the easiest place to sever it. The process was slow going, his skin and muscles were very resistant to cutting. He added serrations to the blade before going at it again, this time it was easier.
He sawed his way through skin, muscle and bone. It took a minute of straight sawing just to get to the bone. "Wow, you are really resilient." Diamondhead said. The Four Arms screamed and cried, begging Diamondhead to stop. The arm finally came off, landing on the ground with a thud.
"Please, I'm sorry. Just stop." The Four Arms sobbed.
"You're not sorry." Diamondhead said coolly. "If I let you go now you would have learned nothing. You'll get more goonies and then you'll have them kill again. No, I'm not going to let that happen." He mercilessly sawed off the other arm, ignoring the screams and pleas for mercy. When he was done, he released the diamonds holding him down. The Four Arms fell to the ground, sobbing.
"Get up." Diamondhead scoffed. The Four Arms ignored him, just hugged himself. "I said, get up." Diamondhead growled, kicking the Four Arms in the side. "Come on, I'm not done with you!" He kicked him even harder.
"I…Refuse…" The Four Arms said weakly.
Diamondhead swelled with indignation. "Really?" He hissed, turning his foot into a spike. "I thought Tetramands were supposed to be a bit hardier than this." He kicked the pathetic creature hard, piercing his stomach. "I thought Tetramands were never supposed to give up!" He screamed and kicked out again.
"I will not give you the satisfaction of fighting me." He said and looked at Diamondhead with a smile on his face. Diamondhead brought up a large spike through the center of his head. The Four Arms' body seized at the sudden trauma and then went limp.
"Bitch." Diamondhead spat before leaving the room. When he was out of sight, he let down the diamond wall protecting the hostages. He knew exactly how they'd look; scared, crying, afraid of him. They would all thank him one day. He brought down the diamond wall barricading the entrance and deactivated his Omnitrix. He looked at the woman on the ground, he couldn't see her breathing. Ben bent over and felt for a pulse, nothing. "Must have broken your neck." Ben muttered. "Sorry about that." He said as he left.
When he got home, he immediately went to lay on the couch. "It's been a long day." Ben sighed to himself. He had just started to drift off to sleep when there was a loud knock at the door. Ben cursed and sat up stiffly, his shoulders and back killing him again. "Just hold on a minute!" Ben called as the knocking became pounding. When he opened the door, he found a police officer, he looked pissed. His face was red, he was breathing heavily, and his arm shook as he leaned against the doorway.
"Tennyson you have gone too far this time!" The police officer screamed, spit coming out with every word.
"And who are you?" Ben asked calmly.
"Lieutenant Adam Myers." He hissed.
Ben leaned in and looked behind him, he didn't see anyone else. "Where's your backup?" Ben asked, keeping his voice level and his face neutral.
"I came alone." Myers responded.
"But surly someone else knows that you're here." Ben said, raising his eyebrows to look shocked.
"I-no." Myers said, looking a little put off. Ben needed to get that fire back in him.
"What the hell do you want anyway?" Ben said as rudely as he could. It worked just as expected, Myers tensed up and looked at Ben as if he had just slapped him.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Myers spat. Ben took a few paces back and Myers took a few forward. Ben circled him, now he had his back against the open door and Myers stood where Ben had. Ben slowly closed the door. "Listen here, I saw your handy work down at the market." Myers hissed, advancing on Ben. "The victims are fucking traumatized thanks to the shit you pulled with that Tetramand." He poked Ben's chest angerly.
Ben smiled, locking eyes with the officer while he activated the Omnitrix. "Yeah, I admit that might have been too far." Ben chuckled. Myers punched him in the jaw, he had a nasty right hook. Ben could taste blood, he spat, and a tooth came out. "You know, I never invited you in." Ben said, calmly. "You intruded on my property and assaulted me." He couldn't help it, a smile creeped across his face. Myers' eyes went wide. "And you didn't even tell anyone that you're here, which means you don't even have permission to be confronting me." Myers took a few steps back, a look of horrified recognition on his face.'
Ben slammed down on the Omnitrix, turning into Spidermonkey. The officer drew his gun but Spidermonkey was too fast, he shot a web, ensnared the gun and pulled it out of his hands. "You were going to shoot me." Spidermonkey chittered. "That's not very nice." He smiled nastily, showing off his fangs. Spidermonkey could just rip his throat out and it would be over in seconds, but he had a better idea. One that would be more entertaining.
Spidermonkey charged the officer, bowling him over. Myers started reaching for something in his belt but Spidermonkey grabbed his hand and wrestled it to the floor. He shot a web to stick it down and continued it all the way to his elbow, he did the same thing to the other arm. He stepped away and the officer bucked and kicked, trying to get out of his restraints. "Let me go!" He screamed, his face one of pure rage. Spidermonkey secured the officer's legs to the floor.
"You know, I'm getting really sick of you screaming at me." Spidermonkey said, grinning. He sat next to the officer's head, using his tail to caress his stubbly cheek. He leaned in and whispered, "Let's fix that." Spidermonkey shot a web, covering his mouth and nose in the sticky goop. Immediately Myers started suffocating, he bucked his hips and thrashed his head, trying desperately to free himself. Spidermonkey watched calmly as the officer's chest sucked in and out. Tears streaked down his face. Slowly his struggles diminished, his eyes would roll back in his head and he would appear to lose consciousness for a few seconds before snapping back and continuing to struggle.
"Hm, you're resilient." Spidermonkey said coolly. "No matter, you can only go so long without oxygen." Myers gave him a look filled with hate, Spidermonkey just responded with a smile. It took him more than five minutes to finally pass out, but he knew it took longer than that to kill a person. He deactivated his Omnitrix and left him to die while he cooked himself some dinner. Once he was done eating, he went to check on Myers. Ben didn't even need to feel for a pulse, the body was cold. "Well, if it matters at all, I think you managed to break my jaw." Ben said as he took off the webbings and threw them in the trash.
Ben sat on the couch and flipped through his Omnitrix, debating who would be best to dispose of a body. "He might work." Ben said as NRG popped up. NRG picked up the body and threw it over his shoulder. Behind his house was a small alley that was perfect for what he needed to do. He laid Myers on the ground and started channeling his heat through his hands and into the body. Instantly, where he touched caught on fire, the skin charring and splitting. "Lucky you're dead. You can't feel this." NRG said as he put his hand on Myers' face, he went through his skull like a hot butter knife. NRG couldn't help but to laugh at that thought. "I guess I am a hot butter knife." He said aloud, laughing.
It was taking a long time to cremate the body, and NRG was starting to get worried about timing out. "This just won't do." He said, the body only half turned to ash. He opened his containment suit, taking a second to enjoy the blast of cool air. He grabbed the remains of Myers and shoved them inside his suit. "Time to stop messing around." NRG said as he closed his suit. He focused all his heat to get his containment suit as hot as it could get. There was an intense blast of flames that spilt out of his vents, but it was over in a second. He looked down, at the bottom of his suit was a large amount of ash. "That worked better than expected." He said and deactivated his Omnitrix.
Ben watched the last remaining streaks of light fade from the evening sky and yawned. "It's been a long, long day." Ben sighed and stumbled back in his house. "If fate is kind I won't dream." He said as he started to fall asleep on his bed. "If only." He muttered before the waves of exhaustion dragged him down into oblivion.
Thank you for reading the first chapter of my story. I worked hard on it I'm excited to show it off. I know it's a departure from our normal themes, but I had fun exploring this idea of an evil Ben who still thinks he's doing the right thing. This whole story, from conception to writing was done solely by me, YD. I hope you enjoyed.