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Question for all of you! Should I rename the story Ben 10: Rewrite the Future?
Alright, so before I announce this weeks recommended FanFiction i'd like to make a tiny announcement. Ben 10: The Rewrite or as it could come to be known Ben 10: Rewrite the Future, will be released ideally on a weekly basis. Specifically on Monday's. Of course a week couod be missed, or sometimes to celebrate a special occasion ill update early. like now. But know that is how things will be proceeding from here forward.
Alright! So the recommended fic this week is...Dial by DessertChocolate. A Ben 10 crossover with the MCU with a touch of SI. As of writing this theres 78 chapters out, so if you decide you like it, you'll have plenty to keeo you busy whioe you wait for the next chapter!
Chapter 3 shall be released on July 8th. So have a happy Independence day all my American readers!
Mini Update to correct small errors: 06/29/2019
June 4th, 2005: 21:33
The heat from the burning building was even reaching the growing crowd in the ground floor. The bright red fire trucks did a poor job playing barricade and the coat wearing men were charred and singed from their futile attempts to get in and rescue the many trapped inside. One such firefighter, a man with hair colored like wet sand with a bit too much stubble and grey eyes and of average height, his face obscured partly by the long streak of soot across his left cheek. Far behind him some of the paramedics were playing field operation with the man he'd just carried out, he was suffering from smoke inhalation. His feet aches and his body felt stiff at the thought of re-equipping to head back inside made him feel nauseous, and even the younger spry guys in his team looked exhausted. The apartment building croaked and moaned as the wooden supports began to falter, a group of kids that had gotten too close squealed as they pulled back as hot cinders and burning rubble fell down where they had been standing. With one last grunt of confirmation to himself he pushed himself up and tightened his fire retardant coat around him as a very warm hand touched his shoulder. Slowly the man turned his head and he jumped at the sight of seeing what looks like a walking burning man wearing a charcoal suit. The flaming head of the Pyronite seemed to smirk at the reaction.
"Why don't you tag out, ill handle the rest of this one." He offered before running into the raging flames. The group of startled onlookers gasping at the act.
Within the burning halls he ran, his senses spreading outward as he became one with the flames around him. The warmth of this new fire easily letting him read the room, rather rooms, of the apartment building. With a happy grunt he raced for the stairs and made his way up, the firefighters below had done more work than he thought, only a pair of people remained inside. Turning the corner he found the burning hallway where a mother laid beside her crying son, both with already dry towels on their head that had been previously damp, his presence did little to sway the boy who shook his prone mother. The shrill cries easily carrying over the roaring fire.
"Mommy! Mommy! Please get up!"
Ben would admit that it was a little cliche but he did recall hearing similar cries before whenever he did similar operations to save civilians during certain operations.
Without a word of warning he cooled the flames along his body to a barely present orange, just enough to maintain feeling but cool enough to lift up these people without burning their flesh off. The boy shrieked at being lifted suddenly by what must've been a monster and his cries only grew louder as Heatblast ran forward and through the barely there wall. The descent had been quick, and the sudden shock and jostle from the lading causing the boy to click his teeth harshly. The soft crack and chip in his milky front teeth coming through clearly.
As he was placed down and taken into custody of the paramedics with his mother he turned to see the burning man raised his hands and suck in a deep breath. The fire engulfing the building seemed to squirm and wriggle unnaturally for fire before it began to flow into the man. His body glowing brighter as he seemingly breathed in the flames. As he turned around ready to wave at the crowd and offer more aid to the growing emergency responders an old and beat up mobile home pulled up and a girl with, funnily enough, fiery orange hair popped her head out the window.
"Hey flame brain! The fire was a diversion, the bad guys are getting away!"
Heatblast seemed thrilled at the chance to run down some arsons, he was more than glad to give them a lesson in real pyromania.
"Then ehat are we doing here? Let's blow this joint!" He offered running over and jumping up and onto the room.
The tires beneath the rust bucket spun and before long they were twenty above the posted speed limit and catching up to the cliche black sedan the ski-mask sporting robbers were wearing. Heatblast stood straight up and brought both hands together above his head and let the star like orb form. He considered giving them a warning, but that tiny, soft, barely there voice in the back of his head might as well have been non-existent as he shot the burning ball forward turning the back half of their escape car into a melting mess. The vehicle housing the robbers swerved, as best as half a car could, before it drove into a fire hydrant and securely stopped. The two men within came tumbling out, their pained groans music to his burning ears.
Without a thought he walked over and slammed his foot into the back of the one who was in his hands and knees, the smoke rising into the air as he let it linger there, he had pushed down hard enough to knock the air out of the man's lungs. Removing his foot he rose a hand and let the flames build up and dance around his fingers.
"Up against the wall. Unless you wanna see what a five thousand degree sunburn feels like."
The shivering robber dropped the bag of jewels and pressed himself against the wall. With a smirk Heatblast kicked the robbers accomplice over to the one pressed against the wall before turning as the police squad cars pulled up.
'Perfect' he thought knowing he was nearing his time limit anyway. With a wave to the shy officers he ran away, turning the corner just as the watched beeped it's last beep turning him human. He sighed, the sense of exhaustion from turning back was weird, after having the master control and life form lock for so long, this was taking more getting used to than he thought.
The rust bucket pulled up just as he resigned himself to wait and he all to happily climbed in, his grandpa offering him a smile for a well done job as he pulled out and got back on the road, our campsite for the evening a ways away.
December 24t, 2014: 23:58
The cool metal against his face did its job in keeping him awake, but it's effectiveness was quickly waning as his warm breath changed the surface temperature of the steel plate. His eye lids slamming shut and him fighting to peel them open again. He wasn't in watch, not tonight, but if something happened, he needed to be alert, ready to intervene.
His nostrils flared as the heavenly aroma of roasted coffee beans for him sitting up before he even realized it. The baby blue mug was set in front of him and across from that sitting on the other side of the metallic table was his dweeb cousin. Her blue and black flight suit was loose on her, the jacket unzipped revealing the vest she wore underneath with the Charms of Bezel inside. Happily she took a sip from her own mug, shamelessly sticking out the finger that held the golden band on it. He gagged taking a sip of his liquid heaven and held back a main as it traveled down his throat. Now that he had at least some brain function coming back on line he looked behind him to the wall clock and sighed before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a crumpled up note and handing it off to Gwen.
"Huh?" She asked setting the mug down to take the bite in both hands.
"Merry Christmas Dweeb Queen," Ben said as he took another long swig of coffee.
The red head smirked as she rolled her eyes at the childish nickname, her fingers worked to undos the creases and folds until it revealed the diagram within, a magic circle, the bullet point style notes jotted down at the bottom a clear tell of who the originator of the diagram was. And the idea of her and Ben hanging out and talking again was beyond precious. She wasn't too sure what it had cost him. If she was recalling the girl correctly, and she was sure that she was, then this couldn't have come free or even close to cheap.
"What was the charge for the golem creation engine?" She asked waving the scrap piece of paper around.
Ben scoffed as he reached up and pulled his loose shaggy hair out of his eyes. She hadn't noticed the bags beneath his eyes as much until now.
"I told her to send the bill to the Plumbers." Ben threw back as he turned to look out the side view window in the side of the ship. They were rounding the planet finally and as they did, they caught sight of the impromptu sun rise outside. Gwen smirked, ignoring the red mark on her cousins neck as she too turned her head outside to admire the sunrise. She'd have to get him a better present than a cup of coffee now.
"Merry Christmas doofus."
June 5th, 2005: 05:45
The sun was struggling to climb over the horizon now, and as the young Tennyson boy rested his chin on his crossed hands to admire it he heard the stirring coming from the cot by the bunks in the back. His grandfather was rising, a quarter to six, just like any other day. Ben fought down the smile at seeing him sit up in his light blue pajamas and stretch his hands to the ceiling while yawning. The grey haired man finished rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he gave the young boy at the table a strange look, his gaze grew even more curious as he took in the smell of coffee in the air.
"Morning grandpa." Ben offered the greeting before bringing up his plain white mug to take a sip of warm drink.
"Ben? Up a little early aren't ya sport?" Max said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
The shaggy brown haired boy smirked at that, no, he wasn't up early, he hadn't slept. It had to have been months since he'd seen Gwen, it had been years since he'd seen Max, how could he sleep knowing they were there. Mere feet away from him. With a sigh the boy rubbed the sleep from his own eyes and took another long swig of coffee, polishing off the drink.
"Maybe. I'm gonna go for a walk before washing up, you should probably get your morning activities done before Gwen decides to hog the bathroom."
The boy didn't wait long for a response, really he wasn't waiting at all, he just stopped by the door to pull on a simple green t-shirt and a pair of worn shorts to cover his boxers before tying back his hair and stepping out. The boy jogged a good four minutes down the street before ducking into a bush and pulling up his wrist. He'd spent every free second from getting the watch to now in trying to unlock the damn thing, he'd take any feature at this point, even that annoying one that told him how's his vitals were doing and that some transformation were currently unavailable because desynchronization within the watch. With a sigh he pushed down the button and looked through his options before coming upon a familiar looking dinosaur-esque being. His hand pushed the dial down and with a gleeful smirk he felt everything rushing by as his DNA change.
Standing at his full height, he was about seven feet tall, but as he entered his running stance he was an understandable five-five. Tell it however you want it didn't stop the woman going for a morning jog from screeching at the sight of the blue kineceleran. With a hissed laugh the faceplate came down and he sped off. The world a long blur as he sped through the different highways before coming up to the tourist attraction/plumber base and warehouse. Mount Rushmore.
Finding the severest entrance and flipping through different access codes ate up a whole minute and half of his limited time, so he quickly sped into the facility and found the research department. The massive computers there and varying racks of equipment housing just what he needed after a few more seconds of looking he found it. A microanalysis scanner. He set it up on a tripod and took a long skate back as the orange and yellow beam scanned the device in his chest. After a moment's delay a small rectangular chip popped out that XLR8 snagged before pushing the scanner down and stomping in it. For good measure he ran over it a few times. Now! He raced over to the main computer in the room, and waiting for it to start up was like pulling teeth.
Finally he inserted the cup and had the three sheets he needed printed out before withdrawing the information and wiping the machine of any face of the chip ever having exited before destroying the chip itself. Now with forms in hand he began locking the base backup and prepared to leave.
As he sped along the states he heard the unfortunate beeping reach his ears and sighed as he found a nice calm park to wait out the recharge time.
With a grunt of relief he plopped down by a tree and admired the cloudy morning sky. His lips quirked upward in a smile until he realized he should be looking over the notes right now. His green eyes traced over the paragraphs for a few minutes before he found it. Well, not it, but something close to it. Holding the papers with his mouth he began moving the red dial of the watch until had achieved his goal. It went from red to green! Yes he had figured out how to cut the recharge time. Because it wasn't a recharge time, it was a cool down for you! It meant that you weren't supposed to stay another life form for long. His smirk widened as he continued moving the dial, more and more, turns and turns, until he heard a chime. The dial rose into the air and showed off a new silhouette, one he recognized perfectly as the armored body of an Orishan. He was already looking forward to unlocking more of his signature and versatile forms, beyond that he'd have to keep looking since his scan had failed to produce results or any kind of answer regarding the life form lock or master control, minus the fact that it stated they were there.
"Cool watch." Said a voice and Ben nearly slammed the watch into the face of whoever just said it. But froze when he caught sight of her.
Her sandy-brownish blonde hair, her clear blue eyes and tan skin, her baby blue top and tan shorts and plain beige sandals. The Australian American girl who had plagued both many of his nightmares and daydreams. Mandy Blake Evans. She looked so innocent as an eleven year old, no tattoos relating to ancient rituals or scars from failed experiments and she lacked her grey and purple robes and the books that floated around her. It was almost funny seeing this normal girl knowing that at some point she could be one of the strongest magic casters around.
Until you let her down. A traitorous voice spat somewhere in the back of his mind.
"Umm, hello? South Dakota to watch-kid?"
Blinking, Ben stood from his place by the tree and stuffed the three pages into his pocket. He kept making sure there were still three pages, knowing it wouldn't do to let Mandy have even a scrap of information regarding the watch even as she was now.
"Right, hey. What's up?" He asked, fighting to keep calm.
"Cute, your flustered, where'd you get the cool watch?" She asked in turn, leaving forward, both hands behind her back.
Ben stepped out of her oath and looked behind her, making sure she hadn't snatch a piece of paper. Just in case. Before smiling as authentically as he could.
"What this? It's just an intergalactic peace keeping tool that fell from the sky and clamped itself on my wrist." Ben offered with a smile, if he knew Mandy, and he'd argue that he knew her better than most anyone else, than the best way to make her doubt you ...was to tell the truth.
She scoffed and dawned a disinterested look on her face. Hands moving from her back to her hips before she stood ramrod straight and gave the young Tennyson her meanest most scrutinizing glare. And that caused the boy in front of her to sweat. She had in fact disregarded his statement. But with that disregard came an air of caution, a worrisome touch of interest. And when Mandy Blake Evans became interested in something...come hell or high water, she would not be detoured.
"Mandy! C'mon honey, we're packing up!" Called a voice from behind the kids and the girl sighed. Upper about being interrupted.
"Well now ain't that just plum unlucky, now you have my name and I'm stuck calling you watch boy. Wanna make it square by telling me yours?"
Ben chuckled, and caught the surprise flash across her face, just like Mandy to hate being in any disadvantageous spot in anything.
"I would have guessed you were a Mandy. You have that aura about you."
"Aura?"
With a sigh, Ben did a half-bow before rising to his full height, of two inches shorter than her, and speaking in the snootiest most horrid British/Scottish accent he could and threw up, "I am Lord Benjamin."
He cracked a smile at her snort of disbelief before she flicked his forehead and turned to leave.
"Well then, see you around Benny-boy."
And as she walked off, her arrogance and stubbornness coming off her in droves it made him feel weak in the knees. How long had it been since he'd seen her? Would she be released from Vilgax capital prison now that the tyrant and himself were dead?
Something about that thought made Ben feel dread and nauseous. Whatever he pressed the button and changed back into XLR8 before speeding off, he'd already been gone long enough Max would start asking question soon if he wasn't quick about it.
June 6th, 2005: 09:33
Early mornings and personal pickups. Two of his most hated things rolled into one. So his mood was understandably sour, and it was only getting worse with each knock on the pathetically washed up scientist door. Three knocks, a half yell of the doctor's name. More knocking, more nothing, more screaming. Until finally he pulled out his keys and opened the door. And recoiled instantly as the smell of a cheap kids petting zoo and pet store hit his nose, it was so bad it almost made his combover stand on end. His hand punched his nose and the overweight man in the suit stepped in. His now nasally voice calling out.
"Animo! Get out here dammit!" The baldón gman turned and jumped back as the coat wearing scientist rose from under a table, in his hands a device that he was still tinkering with.
"How did you get in?" Animo asked.
The man scoffed as he collected himself, "One of the perks of being the landlord brainiac, I got copies of all the keys, though maybe I won't be your landlord for much longer. Considerin' you six months due in that rent."
Animo frowned as his landlord barked at him, but his smile returned as he realized his perfect test subject was now here. So tightened the last screw to his device and placed it upon his head.
"Yes, your right, so how about I repay you in kind now?"
The man scoffed, "What? Your gonna play the talking Caribou in a play and give me your earnings?"
Animo scoffed as he reached into the cage by his side and pulled out a bullfrog. His smirk grew devious and he threw it at the face of his landlord who deftly caught the poor animal before they were both blasted by the beam from his device. The balding man's yell of pain silenced as his body merged with that of the frogs and the two became an oversized monstrosity with bony horns and extra eyes and plot he's of pale skin along their green body.
"Not perfect, but more than enough. Soon enough no one will stand between me and what rightfully mine. And after that, I'll fix this world!"
June 6th, 2005: 11:22
Max was looking over the canned octopus with a frown.
"Only canned huh? I thought this store priced itself on its wide selection…"
Gwen crowned at the idea but Ben just walked up and assuredly patted the man in the shoulder.
"I'm sure it's lacking preservatives at least, c'mon let's go see if they have fresh sheep's stomach!"
The red haired girl shuddered as she, reluctantly, walked behind her dork cousin and strange grandpa. The sinking feeling her stomach growing worse as she overheard the older of the two talk about a special recipe for a cockroach and mint smoothie.
Fortunately for her the universe interrupted their little shopping spree as a man on a giant mutated front came into the store, his manic smirk and deranged glare making everyone feel uncomfortable.
"Make way plebeians! The soon to be King of Washington B.C. Is coming through?!"
She didn't even get a chance to say anything before a bright flash of green blinded her and the loud call of whatever weird name her cousin named the next alien was shouted, except she didn't hear a name being shouted she heard a particularly feral roar and hard breathing. When she looked she saw that her cousin had become some orange dog-gorilla like mutt and was already running at the scientist.
The poor frog didn't see it coming as the rock hard cranium of the vulpimancer, technically it was harder than steel but semantics, slammed into its underside lifting it into the air and knocking the man off its back.
Ánimos cries of surprise went dead as a pair of razor sharp jaws sunk into his left arm and lifted him from his place in the floor before flinging him away to crash into a distant wall and then into the toilet paper display directly below him.
His body aches and he could hardly move as blood freely poured from the opening in his now marred flesh. If he looked carefully he could see bits of bone and other such muscles and the like showing through the gaping wound. His still intact hand came up to fiddle with his device as he frantically looked around, anything would do, by now that his steed had been indisposed of he'd need something else to stop this mutt from ripping him in two. And that's when he saw it. A little girl holding her little doggy back, as it whimpered in her arms. With a slight adjustment and careful aim he blasted the duo and smiled happily as he was rewarded with a mangy beast four times the size of the girl, it's body that of the dogs but fully grown with human like appendages. The girls hair running down her head and neck like a horse's mane. And their teeth a mess of jagged points.
"Go!" He called to his newest creation as it cried in agony before running at Wildmutt.
The two dog like creatures colliding, the mutated girl using her elongated claws to scratch at the orange beasts' back but failing to do much before it but into the back of her neck and lifted her from the floor and threw her, hard, through the wall just left of them and down to the first floor where she smashed into the fountain.
Animo barely got to his feet as he was rammed again by Wildmutt. This time the beast bit his leg and shook his frantically before lifting him high and slamming him down against some of the shelving units. The opposable digits on its front paw moved to grip his throat to hold him steady as he lowered his head and roared in his face.
The 'poor doctor' cried and begged for mercy. It only lasted a minute or so more before police officers started filing into the pace through the stores main entrance and surrounded them. Max coming up and pointing at the captured scientist.
"He's the one officer, the one who changed those people!"
Wildmutt released the man with a deep growl before jumping away. To evade the police and any curious eyes, he didn't have to worry about running out of time, but if one of the officers tried to shoot him he wasn't sure he could hold back his feral instincts.
June 6th, 2005: 12:04
Ben sat back into the cushioned seat of the rust buckets dining set. His cheek resting in his palm as his cousin gave him a mean look.
"Went a little far don't you think?"
He recalled her once using a spell to impale several aliens at once like it was nothing, making this whole thing seem very hypocritical. But then it struck him, like being slapped, this wasn't the same Gwen or the same situation, or even the same intensity. He had just acted like he had always done to ensure victory. But he hadn't thought about how this Max and Gwen would look at him for it. He very nearly palmed his face for making such a stupid mistake. But...what was he to do? Make dumb and rash decision? Play up the theatrics? He wasn't that kind of person, at least not anymore.
"He lived. And you saw what he did to those people. He had everything I did coming to him, if not worse."
"Oh, so now your judge, jury, and executioner?"
With a frustrated sound Ben pinched the bridge of his nose. It shouldn't be hard to understand what he did, she was smart enough to make the logical conclusion ...but she was being childish.
"No. I'm just a kid with the power to do something."
"You went too far." She reaffirmed.
Ben shook his head, disappointed but happy. His frustration came from the fact that she was being too silly to understand that sometimes holding back wasn't an option. But he was thankful that she could be a kid just a little bit longer.
"I'm not gonna argue this Gwen. I made a call, I did what I did, end of story."
She huffed beige standing moving to her bunk in the back, obviously upset about Bens conclusion. With a sight the younger if the two males onboard crossed his arms and snuck a leak at his grandfather, who was holding the steering wheel a little tighter than normal.
Gwen now resting in her bunk pulled out her laptop and decided to read some FanFiction, cheesy she knew, but a girl could have her hobbies. Besides, she needed something to distract her from the odd going ons of her weirder than normal cousin….
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