It was dark. He was so cold.

Kevin wandered aimlessly down the street, soaking wet. He closed his eyes for a moment, pausing his clumsy stride. He could still hear the screaming in his ears. The wind was blowing hard, cars passed by, but still, their noise could not block it out.

He slowly raised his hand. Long fingers tenderly touched the dark spot on his cheek, just under his eye. Great. Just great. By now, it was already turning a dark purple color. Upon contact with the bruise, he winced. But only just a bit. He sighed and continued walking.

No use worrying about something small like that, now... Teh... It's not like Social Services will ever get a chance to see it and intervene. All the good that would do...

He let his hand fall back to his side limply. Opening his eyes, he inhaled. Rain has a funny scent, you know. Everything around you, damp and icy. It's just water; it isn't supposed to smell like anything. But he always remembered it as the scent of sadness. He was quite familiar with it, actually. Not really something you forget when your drunk old man beats you and shoves you out into the lawn, face down in the grass.

Hot tears trickled down his cheeks. He was aware of everything, all in this moment. The sights, the sounds, the cold. He was so cold. He needed to find some kind of shelter soon, or he'd freeze to death...

You'd normally think that New York wouldn't be this cold in the beginning of October. Fall was barey just beginning. But already, icy sheets and downpours cascaded the bright and lively city. Looking up at the lights shining from a large apartment complex, he cringed. Kevin was suddenly aware of a hand clenched tightly at his chest.

"I don't understand... Why does it hurt like this?"

Shutting his eyes tightly, he darted off down the side of the street, not caring if anyone noticed him or not. An image played in his mind: bright car lights, piercing through his vision; the loud, screeching sound impaling his ears; the cold and numbness that would follow the stinging pain. Of this, he was actually a bit hopeful.

He continued onward for some time, eyes closed to the world outside of himself, only running. And running. And running. He wasn't sure from what. A part of it was from the frightening events of that evening. Blood pounded through his ears as the recent memory played over and over again in the core of his being.


Kevin was curled up in a ball in the corner of the kitchen, crying loudly. His mother was screaming profanities and throwing bowls and plates at him, face red, eyes filled with tears.

He had tried making her dinner. He always knew how hard she worked around the house and how much she put up with. His abnormalties, but his father's loose temper, as well. She was lying on the couch, not paying attention to the static coming from the T.V. He handed her the plate, hand lightly pressed against hers. With the other, he reached for the remote to shut off all of that annoying noise. Suddenly, a spark came to his hand as he accidentally absorbed its energy. A shock was sent through his other hand to his mother, who gasped in pain. Kevin quickly moved back as she began crying and yelling at him, believing he had intentionally tried to harm her. Even if she knew it wasn't on purpose, it still would have gone the same way. Everything else was just a blur to him. Somehow, the dispute had led to the kitchen and turned violent.

"You're nothing but a monster, a freak! I should never have had you in the first place, you little wretch! You should just die! Get out of here and crawl in a whole! Just die! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

He cried louder. Pain was reverberating throughout every muscle of his body. Not just from the physical assault, but also from his shattered insides. His parents had always treated him like dirt, had always loathed him, had always been afraid of him. But nothing like this had ever happened before. She had never screamed like this. She had only once hinted at wishing he hadn't been born in another fit of rage, albeit on a much lower level. Much less intense than now. But then, she had stopped and even apologized when he begged her to not hate him. Said he was sorry for being a freak. Said he would try harder to act normal and not embarass her anymore. Said he was sorry for being alive in the first place. That it was his fault for being alive. He decided to try apologizing again. Things worked out last time, didn't they?

"M-Mommy..." Kevin stuttered, shakily getting to his knees and pulling himself up, hand clutching the counter for support. Somehow, against the bombard of kitchen appliances, he was able to stand. Slightly slumped over and covering his face, he moved towards her. "Mommy, I'm so-"

"Stay away from me!" his mother screamed, fear and disgust lacing each of her words. He bit his lip, more tears streaming down his already soaked cheeks. "Don't come any closer!"

His hand reached out towards her, quivering and shaking. A cut had formed on the back of his hand where glass had shattered and struck him. "I'm so sorry, Mommy! I'll try harder, I'm good, I promise!" He ran forward and hugged his assailant tightly, sobbing into her chest. "I love you so much, Mommy. You're the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world. I'll be good. I-" He was stopped short as a hand struck across his face, burning and tingling. He stared up at the woman through flooded eyes, taking a small step back.

"Get away from me! I hate you! Get out of here and die already, you're not wanted! You were never wanted!"

Her screams seemed dulled in his ears. She had never layed a hand on him before, not even as a sign of affection. He was completely startled by the contact.

The first time she touches me.. and she does it with force. And hatred. Why, Mommy? Why do you hate me? What did I do wrong?

He didn't even notice as he was shoved to the floor, his mother glaring down at him with revoltion evident in her eyes. And something suddenly clicked.

He was not loved.

A howl of agony passed his lips and he clutched his head. All of the lights and electrical outlets started flickering wildly. Even the numbers on the microwave flashed by like crazy. Glass shattered, and there was a cry, mixed with fear and surprise.

He cries continued. "You're supposed to take care of me, Mommy! So why..? You're supposed to love and take care of me!"

He didn't hear the door thrown wide open or the running steps in his direction.

A roar of anger caught his attention, and his air was soon cut off. A larger hand was wrapped around his neck in a vice-like grip. Kevin choked and struggled, trying to move away. "P-Please," he gasped. "Let go of m-"

The face of his father was distorted with fury. Lifting his son up by the throat, he threw him across the room. He hit the refrigerator hard, sinking down to the floor. He clutched at his throat, gasping sobs emitting from his hunched figure.

Dear God, it hurts so much...

He slowly looked up through streaming eyes. His father had grabbed a kitchen knife - his mother had miraculously seemed not to have thought of using them against him - and pointed it directly at Kevin. His face was red with blind anger and disdain. His chest rose up and down, eyes not straying away from what was supposed to be his child. Each word was heavy. Each syllable stung like the knife he in his hand.

"You. Get out of my fucking house. Now!"

His ears were ringing. Kevin had no other thought in mind. He scrambled back up to his feet and ran to the door. As fast as he could, he tore through the jumbled living room and outside. He didn't notice the pellets of rain striking at him. Faintly, he could hear more yelling in the house as his parents fought. But it didn't linger in his mind. All he thought of was

running. He had to get away, had to, or he'd be-


-hated," he whispered, finally stopping. Taking in heavy breaths, he slowly sank to the ground under a large bridge, head in his hands. He shook from the cold, and his inner turmoil. Nothing seemed to appease him now. However, the rain had a slight calming affect. He tried not to think. He couldn't think. He didn't want to live through the reality of it again. His eyelids felt heavy as he slid against the wall and felt the unforgiving, hard pavement against his cheek. He felt truly and utterly alone. No friends. No home. No family. He gazed at the rain and the blinking lights in the night sky. They were barely visible. At this point, he realized that he didn't belong. A small tear escaped from his redenned, puffy eye. And that day's fateful result: you grew me to an adult.

"Dear God, teach me how to die."


A few years have passed since then. His slowly growing hatred knotted in his heart, coiling, and spread throughout his entire body. He'd always tried to supress it; he didn't want to hurt anyone. Those beautiful creatures. They were normal. They weren't freaks, like him.

However, his peaceful resolve snapped when he met him. The fucking boy with the watch.

Because of him, he had turned into even more of a freak. He'd befriended him, tried to help him get what he wanted. They were the same in so many ways. But there was one big difference: Ben was loved. Recalling how easily his new friend had turned on him, Kevin growled under his breath, "And I'm hated." He glared at the wall across from him and whispered, "That's the way it's got to be, I guess."

Kevin's right leg was entirely covered in scales. It hurt as they slowly grew. The process wasn't very fast. But soon enough, he'd be a full-fledged monster. Even so, he couldn't figure out how to utalize his new abilities. It seemed his old ones were temporarily dried up, as well.

He twitched his fingers slowly, closed his eyes, and tried to concentrate. Quickly growing frustrated, he shouted, "Work, damn it! You could do it a few hours ago, so why not now?" He picked up a stone and threw it against the wall, receiving nothing but its rebound. He grimaced, rubbing his cheek. It was sore already.

Sighing, he tried to calm down. But those faces were all he could see. Those faces, so full of relief and rejoice. The faces that he had caught a glimpse of beforehand, when he fled. They were happy that he had left. Probably just one less burden to carry around.

Just a nuisance. Another problem for someone.

He grit his teeth and thought of fighting with Ben. He absorbed the watch's powers, but had no idea how to use them.

"I probably need another charge from.." he paused for a moment, staring at his left hand in mild shock. "...it."

Inside of his palm was a small flame, about the size of a golf ball. He smirked and could feel the power racing through his arm, increasing as he focused. Now, the flame grew, expanded. Kevin laughed, "Yes, finally!" Pulling back his arm, he swung it forward, launching his fireball into a dumpster. Upon contact, the entire object blew up in flames.

Kevin was satisfied. He now had a reason.

Standing up and walking out into the street, he began. Wreaking havoc on the citizens and environment around him, he couldn't hide his laughter. His chest felt so light. His heart didn't hurt anymore. There were screams surrounding him. Bright, orange light. Everything felt so hot. Burning. All of those worthless people who had forsaken him were burning. Every direction was alight with red.

The only thing he could see: red.

Strolling with a smirk on his face, followed by his wake of destruction, he slowly began to change. All of the powers absorbed from the Omnitrix were mixing with him. "Dabbling with it must have sped up the process," he mumbled. He started to feel crunching of his muscles, his bones expanding. Kevin started running. Running. But this time, he had a destination.

"If they thought I was a freak before, just wait until they see this!"

He laughed harder and kept running, the city behind him completely engulfed in flames. No one was going to take anything from him anymore. He was a boy with absolutely nothing to lose, but everything to gain. And he knew exactly what he wanted. He was going to make them suffer. Make them go through the same agony he had endured his entire life.

"I'll squish them in the mud like the worthless parasites they are. All of them," he muttered to himself, kicking over the burnt remains of a corpse. The light from the chaos lit up his features with a mad glow. Indulging in the bliss of his fantasies, he continued on. Soon after, he passed the city limits.

And with that, he fell to the abyss.


Mm... I love the ideas I have for this story. I can only hope my silly writing style doesn't mess them up or make them too boring. I know it drags at a few parts. Review if you want me to post the other chapters to this; I'll try to update it every few days or so. Eheh, constructive criticism is much appreciated. The rest of the plot will be revealed in later chapters, so don't worry about how it doesn't relate to the summary much yet. Well, enjoy the story. Ciao, gattini.