Heyo!

So, I have another Ben 10 fanfic for you today.

I only own my character and the plot of this fanfiction. Everything else belongs to their original owners.

And, like always, enjoy!

-ShockScythe

There was no way I was going to lose to a girl. NOT. A. CHANCE. I ran on the rooftops, jumping over obstacles and using whatever I could to my advantage. The red scarf seemed to taunt me as it disappeared and reappeared countless times. I bolted ahead, the scarf disappearing completely, "Yes!" I cried, "I'm ahead for once!" Someone laughed behind me. I glanced back to see Zeke rocket past me, skidding on the next roof and jumping off, doing a front flip in the air and landing on the lamp post we agreed was the finish line. She looked back at me. I pouted as I stood on the edge of the roof closest to the end, "Showoff…" I grumbled, crossing all of my arms. She laughed, "You're just jealous."

"I was going easy on you!"

"I'm sure you were. Now, where's my smoothie?"

I sighed, "Alright, alright. Let's go." Down below, someone said, with a broken voice, "Have you seen my daughter?"

A woman with auburn hair in a ponytail was walking around, asking everyone the same question. I tilted my head and watched her. She seemed so sad and heartbroken. But who wouldn't be if their daughter went missing? "Psst!" I whispered, "Ze! We should help her find her daughter." Zeke said nothing but continued staring at the woman, remaining perfectly still. I jumped onto the lamppost with her and poked her in the side, "Hello? Earth to Zeke?" "Let's….not," she said at last. I straightened up, "But who knows what happened to her daughter! She could be in trouble or hurt! We have to help." She turned to face me, her eyes burning, "Didn't you hear me? We're not helping her." I growled, "Why not?" She stiffened and turned away again, "You can help her if you want." Then, she jumped from the lamppost and onto the roof, taking off. "Zeke?!" I called, watching her disappear. With a sigh, I turned human and slid down the lamppost. I then approached the woman, "Ma'am?" She turned to look at me, sniffling, "Y-yes?"

"What happened to your daughter? I want to help you find her."

Her brown eyes lit up, "You're very kind. Well…she ran away about two months ago. Her father and I have searched everywhere we could."

"Do you know why she ran away?"

She shook her head, "I'm afraid not. I just wish she'd just tell us what was wrong." I tapped my chin, "Do you have a picture of her?" The woman nodded and pulled a small, wallet sized picture, took a pen, and scribbled something on the back before handing it to me, "That's my number. Call me if you find anything." I nodded, "Yes, ma'am. Good luck." She smiled, "I'm glad I met someone as nice as you. Thank you." Then she walked off, a spring in her step. I looked at the number on the back. Above it, a name was written- "Marcie, huh?" I flipped the picture over and nearly dropped it. It was a picture of a girl with short, dirty blonde hair, side bangs parted to the left, and green eyes. Around her neck, she wore a black scarf with short tails, "Zeke..?"