Just a few ideas of multiple Bens out there. Since we've seen Ben 23, Gwen 10 and Mad Ben, there might be more Bens out there. Here's a little teaser about what's to come in these chapters.
So many ways to tell a story. But isn't that what makes them interesting? You never know how one might end.
Bellwood, October 10, 1970
A bunch 1940 Ford Police cars drive up to the back of a warehouse, approaching their main target for tonight.
Their target?
A man with his brown hair exposed but his mouth and nose are covered by a mask and his eyes covered by aviator goggles. He's wearing a striped coat underneath a sleeveless top, buttoned up to keep the coat inside. He's also wearing black gloves, pants and boots.
The most strange thing on him is the weird watch-like device with an hourglass symbol on his left wrist.
When the three police cars surround their target that's lying down face down on the ground, still awake but hurt, the cops inside the vehicles come out.
One of them, wearing a police uniform like his comrades, has blonde hair and a chiseled facial structure. This is Captain Michael Morningstar, a high ranking officer in the BCPD.
"Well well well. Looks like we finally got our vigilante, boys." Michael remarked to his squad as they bring out their revolvers, except for one, who felt safer by bringing out his far superior Tommy gun.
"The Watcher always watches. Isn't that your little quote?" Michael taunted the fallen vigilante, apparently nicknamed the Watcher, as one of the cops force him on his knees and cuffs his hands behind his back before returning to Michael's side. "Question is: Who watches the Watcher?" He added.
"Not God, that's for sure." The Watcher, in a deep and almost hoarse voice, replied, popping his neck to get rid of his stress. He doesn't seem to be intimidated by the armed cops in front of him. But it's hard to tell with the mask and goggles on.
Michael smirks at the vigilante that's cuffed as his squad laughs. "Wise guy, huh?" Michael taunts him then proceeds to kick the Watcher in the gut.
To his surprise, while it did hurt, the Watcher didn't budge. Only cough a little. Other than that, it's noticeable that the Watcher didn't care about to attack. Made more noticeable when he started laughing, mocking Michael.
The smile on the captain's face turned into a frown out of anger. "Why you–"
"Don't bother, Morningstar. I took hits from your pet dog harder than that." Watcher said metaphorically, taunting the cop more.
Unknown to everyone except Watcher, the said vigilante brought out a small blade made of diamond from his right sleeve and began cutting the interior metal of the cuffs tying his hands.
"You think you're so smart? Let's see what happens when we expose who you are to the public..." Michael taunted back, his smirk returning as he crouches down and pulls down Watcher's mask and goggles...
...and reveals that with the familiar brown hair are the green eyes and handsome face of the 25 year old...
"...Detective Benjamin Kirby Tennyson?" Michael asked, confused just as his other fellow cops. "Not gonna lie. I was not expecting that. People have been having rumors that it was old George." Michael added standing back up, crossing his arms. "Well, looks like the public is gonna love what they'll see."
"Sorry. But you ain't living to tell the tale..." Ben replied, the chains on the cuffs about to be cut.
"What? You're gonna kill us? Haven't you realized that we surrounded you? You're literally locked in." Michael replied, aiming his revolver pointblank on Ben's head.
To his surprise, and even his squad, Ben began laughing. It was like a while ago, which was a laugh made to taunt. This one...
... this one was to instill fear.
"You don't seem to understand... I'm not locked in here with you..." Ben taunts, stopping his laughter.
And he finally broke the cuffs, activated his watch and, with a brief flash of green light, transforms into a fiery creature made of magma and rocks with a flaming skull.
"You're locked in here with me!" Heatblast continued and he immediately melts the gun on Morningstar's hand using the flame from his head, causing the captain to let go of it as his hand burned a little.
Taking this opportunity, Heatblast used the diamond blade that still on his hands stabs Michael on his left knee, injuring him and preventing him from going anywhere anytime soon.
As Michael falls down on the ground, screaming in pain, his squad began firing at Heatblast, but the bullets did nothing to his rock-like body. So he goes ahead and blast two of them with fire, burning them alive. He then boosted himself towards another one and punches him the face, causing him to spin in place. With cop's back turned against him, Heatblast grabbed his head and snaps the cop's neck, killing him like the others. The last cop, aside from the still handicapped Morningstar, is the one with the Tommy gun, who aims his gun at Heatblast, but it's noticeable that his hands are shaking.
He knows very well that he can't kill Heatblast. He also knows that if he runs or drives away, Heatblast can catch up and burn him. He's dead either way.
So he goes for the quick way out. He drops his Tommy gun, takes out his own revolver from his coat, aims it pointblank below his chin and shoots himself, killing him.
Heatblast was unimpressed by the cop's suicidal attempt to redeem himself. When the hourglass symbol on his chest began beeping with red light, in a brief flash of the same colored light, Heatblast turned back to Ben.
The vigilante-slash-detective approaches Michael, who's trying to crawl away despite the fact that there's diamond shard still stuck in his bleeding knee.
On the way to Michael's spot, Ben picks up the dropped Tommy gun. When he noticed that one of the burning cops is still alive and screaming in pain, without even looking, Ben shoots him with the gun once in the head, finally silencing him as Ben is now near Michael, stepping on his right leg to prevent him from crawling anywhere.
"You... you can't kill cops... you're one of the good guys... you've fought beside us..." Michael tried to plead but it seems like Ben is ignoring him as the vigilante grabs his diamond blade from Michael's knee and takes it out forcefully and hastily, causing Michael to scream in pain again.
"You're right. I'm one of the good guys. But I never said I was a nice guy. That's why I'm killing you." Ben replied, putting back his diamond blade in his sleeve and also pulling up his mask and goggles back on. "I'm not an idiot Morningstar. I'm a detective, like you already knew. I've been watching ton of people, including you and this squad you have. The five of you are dirty cops, selling cocaine on the streets in secret while using your influence as a cop with a high rank to cover your tracks. Unfortunately for you, I keep a close eye on every cop on Bellwood."
"W-What... Y-You... you don't have proof of that!" Michael tried to deny it. Unfortunately for him, Ben steps on his left knee, which is still injured. With this, Michael screamed once more.
"Physical proof? Yeah. I don't have them. But I saw you sell some to Driscoll's men the other night and you yourself take some during late nights in your house." Ben replied, pressing his foot harder on Michael's knee.
"How do you... Do you go through my trash?" Michael asks, wincing in pain.
"Please. I go through everyone's trash." Ben replied, finally aiming the Tommy gun to Michael's head. "So yeah. I don't have anything to show the cops that you are both a drug dealer and user. But I can kill ya, knowing you're both. And that's all I need."
"You son of a... They'll find you! They'll arrest you for what you'll do!" Michael attempted to plead again.
Unfortunately, Ben's response shut him up. "Why? They won't have prove I did that." Ben echoed Michael's own words back at him.
Michael's eyes merely widened in the realization that Ben's right. He wanted to say something but Ben shoots him in the head before he could.
Ben exmaines the gun in slight awe. "I like this gun. I think I'll keep it." Ben said to himself. When he hears police sirens nearing, he activates the Omnitrix, transforms into a ghost-like creature with one eye, goes intangible with his new gun and goes through the ground, no trace left behind but the bodies of the corrupt cops.
Always a hard life of Detective Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, Noir Investigator.
In other universes, there are multiple Omnitrix users. Multiple possibilities. Some are mostly Ben. Others may be different users.
They can be a reverse role, like Julie 10 or Kevin 11.
They can be an alternate history like Superior Ben 10 or Ben Tennyson: Patien 010.
They can be a different interpretation like Ben Juu of the Omni Clan or Ben, the Omni Slayer.
So many ways to tell a story. But isn't that what makes them interesting? You never know how one might end.
Choose:
Continue Ben 10 Noir
or
Make a different chapter with Julie 10, Ben 010 or Superior Ben 10?