Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10. Like many people, I wish I did.
Prologue
The first thing I felt was extreme pain in my head. I sat up and burried my head in my hands. The pain slowly subsided, but never fully left. I was strong enough to lift my head without total discomfert. I realized I was in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed. The room I was in was big enough for comfort. The walls, ceilling, and floor were stone-colored. The lighting was dim and flickered every now and then. But what hit me hardest were the metal bars that kept me from leaving the room.
I traced my fingers over the bandages on my forehead. Questions raced through my mind. Where am I? Why was I here? Then, the most important question of all crossed my mind. Who am I?