Author's Note: Hello guys! This is my first story. I'm pretty anxious about how its gonna turn out but I guess I do have a pretty good plot in mind. By the way this fic does not focus much on Ben and his abilities with the omnitrix, but the fact will not go unmentioned. It's solely based on charmcaster and her interactions with a certain OC. Do leave comments and feel free to PM me.
1. House of flames
{The Present- 2011}
He used to like the flames. They had never failed to fascinate him, dancing and flickering about as if they had a life of their own. But they were angry now, and that scared him, being the child of four years he was. The flames were roaring now, engulfing his once lively household in flames, scarring his loved ones right before his teary eyes. His throat was dried from heat and exhaustion, there was no use crying for them, not any more. He turned look at his family, listened silently to their screams. However, even in the relentless pain showered upon them by flames, his mother whispered to him, "Its alright sweetie, we will be with you, always." For some reason, the flames didn't even so much as lick at him in all their fury and rage, it was as if their wrath had the sole purpose of searing his family, and didnt even bother to notice him at the moment. He couldn't hold it in any longer, so he cried , to the bottom of his lungs he kept wailing and screaming.
Till he woke.
He was in a cold sweat as always, the night had granted him no more sleep than that was absolutely neccesary, just like it had been for the past 3 days. Yes, the nightmares were getting more and more frequent one could say. 'There are somethings that you can never get over' he mused to himself as he got up off the shades of the RV and tiptoed onto its roof, hoping not to wake up its occupants. He'd usually come out to the roof of the surprisingly rumbly rustbucket some nights, hoping the starry sky would offer him the peace he desired. It wasn't soon before he realised that such a peace never existed.
He carefully felt for the rungs before he took each step, easing his way down the ladder as quiet as he could, once his barefeet had touched the rugged terrain, he took the time to look at his watch. " 5 am, well, wouldn't be getting sleep anyway." He tried the door. To his favour, it was unlocked. Max had made it a point to leave the door open at nights even though he refused it. 'The old geezer would wipe your ass if you let him.' The door made a racket getting itself open, but gladly they had talked late into the night yesterday so everyone was sound asleep.
Besides with Ben snoring off like a hurricane in there, no one would notice if he ran to and fro in the RV, and even broke a few dishes. Once inside the restroom, he let the water flow for a while, the sound calmed him. It wasn't long before he took a handful and splashed it onto his face, taking a good look at his features while doing so.
His other wise smooth looking Jet black hair was shambled from sleep, his dark red eyes shining a light of their own into his reflection. His once pale skin had taken on a tan from his days with the tennysons, and the scar on his forehead had begun to dissappear.
"3 days in a row, well done Kyle... well done"
I hope you guys enjoyed the story so far. I'm new to this, so do feel free to help out a fellow writer