Disclaimer: Ben 10: Man of Action : Whiyyn Remora: moi.

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How in the entire universe could I been that stupid?? I mean…well…I heard that word millions of times to me already. Though, this is definitely gunna give me nightmares after hearing freak again just five minutes ago.

God, those memories are so hard to let go. But then again, my past is hella disturbing. If those two idiots had to go through what I had, they would most likely gunna be scarred for life by present day. Hm, now there's a thought.

"Uh, that was kind of impressive… You know, throwing Cash at such a far distance… Well, even though it wasn't really appropriate… You know?"

Well, it's expected that he hadn't had much to say. Not every week you get to see two 15-year-old guys getting thrown around like small sacks of potatoes. Especially when it's from a young girl of the same age. How did Ben even found me, anyway? I must've ran about three miles across Bellwood in such short time for me to reach my destination. On top of that, my destination is kept secret from many people including Ben and Gwen. Heck, even Max didn't really know where my "secret area" is located since it's in a woodsy area in Bellwood that anyone rarely goes.

"You used one of your aliens to find me, didn't you?" …seems to be the most logical thing on how he located me so quickly.

"I covered a lot more area using Jetray." Ben replied as he sat down on the green grass next to me.

It suddenly became uncomfortably quiet for the both of us. A bit like 5 years ago when we didn't know anything about each other and thought there's nothing we could talk about. I was just staring out into nowhere in fetal position thinking blank.

"What really happened back there?" he finally asked after a few minutes, "I know Cash and JT are extremely annoying, but it was a little too much when you kind of went berserk. Especially since I saw your Fenine eyes showing clearly."

"I kind of figured they would show." I muttered. Just like his aliens, Ben nicknamed the VulpeFelis species as Fenines, a collaboration of the words Feline and Canine. In some cases, my choker couldn't disguise my striped body as well as they could be at a normal rate. Whenever I show a certain degree of anger like what you saw back at the park, it sort of cancels out the choker's effects.

"You don't really understand." I started explaining slowly in a low tone, "Freak isn't just a word to me. It's basically what made up my past. A past that no one would ever want, and I'm the only one who had to go through that sht no matter how much I hate it."

"But isn't that the keyword? Past?" Ben asked me, "You know very well that you now have a good life. Free from slavery, experimentation, being forced to get injected with God-knows-what and stuff--Well, of course, Gwen and I had to force you down sometimes when going to the doctor and getting your health shots.--But other than that, your life's been much better since then." he said, trying to imply a little humor to his statement.

I blankly gazed at the brunet from the corners of my eyes. I sort of lost count on how many times Max had told me the same thing. While I do agree that I'm living normally now, like I said, a past this dramatic and traumatizing is veryhard to let go.

I stood up stretching a little bit, "I know you're trying to make me feel better. But a word of reminder isn't going to help me at all especially after hearing it so many times. All I want right now is some time alone. Just go on with your relaxing afternoon without me."

"I don't even get it," he said, "You're the one who usually likes to hang out with people often up to the point that most of the school knows your name."

"That's because I'm basically best friends with the school's super-star goalie since the summer before 5th grade." I replied matter-of-factly. Apparently, there's even a couple rumors leaking through the halls that I might even be dating Ben. But that's not the main issue right now.

I added, "I may be sociable to fellow classmates, but that doesn't mean I'm Miss Popular by a long shot. So stop worrying, I'll be fine."

"'I'll be fine'?" Ben mirrored my words as he stood up as well, "Whiyyn, that's exactly what you told me before Cash and JT came up to us!"

"Ben," I calmly called out to him, hoping that he would listen.

He ignored it, however, "I mean, as far as I know, that isn't what I consider fine. What if something worse happens but I'm not there to get you out of your berserk mode?"

"Ben," I called again, annoyed about his prediction and his nickname for my true VulpeFelis appearance.

"With that rage and anger that you have inside, there's a possibility that you could really hurt someone or thing or even kill--"

"BEN!!" I screamed out as I punched him right at the chest area.

He fell down onto the grassy soil with a huge thud, landing roughly and letting out an 'Ouch!'. Oh god, I suddenly stood stiff and looked at the ground. Turning my head at a different view, not wanting to see any possible and serious injury. What Ben just said could might as well be true. Max did told me that the nature of the VulpeFelis Tacitus is pretty ruthless, somewhat similar to my supposed and much less civilized cousins, the Vulpemancers. But still, I could've been able stop myself from making a potentially fatal move. Especially to someone I really care about.

"Whiyyn, I didn't really mean that." Ben gently said, still on the ground, "I just ran off my mouth, that's all."

I sat down on my knees right next to him, refusing to even make eye contact, "I'm the one who should be sorry. I mean, I could've broken a rib or two that could puncture through your organs and soon die from internal bleeding… And everyone will think that I'm a…" I bit my lip before whispering, "…Monster…"

"I'm fine. See?" Ben assured me as he got up with no problem.

I didn't bother to look, "Just leave me alone." I murmured, "Please?"

I could feel his eyes looking at me with pity. Something I prefer not to have people see of me. Ben's feet started moving through the partially dead grass and weeded area. He kept moving until I couldn't hear or sense him anymore.

3rd Person POV; quite a while later

"She's very distraught about the whole thing. It's as if… Well it's as if she's back to her very old self now." Ben said after spending a few minutes explaining to Gwen and Kevin what really happened at the park and right after that. He caught up with his cousin and former enemy at the parking lot of Mr. Smoothie.

"Maybe it is best to leave her alone for a while." advised Gwen, remembering Whiyyn from when she still had her distant and quiet nature, "Remember when we first met her, Ben? She seemed so un-normal to us that we kind of stayed away from her even though Grandpa Max told us to try to be friends with her."

"Hey, I may have known her just as long as I have known you two and we've been hanging out for a few weeks now. But all I know about Whiyyn is that her planet had been destroyed years ago and she's the only remaining survivor of her species. You two mind telling me about why is she so sensitive about the word, 'freak'?" asked Kevin.

"I thought you're the one who seems to understand Whiyyn a little better in this case. You did said you hated being called a freak back when you were still my arch enemy." Ben mentioned, referring back to Kevin's villainous days. He hadn't quite realized until then how similar Whiyyn and Kevin are to some degree.

"That part, I understand." confirmed Kevin, who's now a good ally and a part of the team, "But even back then, it took me much longer than two seconds to react brashly about being a 'freak' my entire life. Something's telling me that Whiyyn's history is much harsher than any of us have experienced combined. So who's explaining?"

"Because her planet was destroyed, Whiyyn somehow ended up in the planet Zamxa." Gwen started to answer his question, "She was maliciously harmed and harassed by the inhabitants of the planet even up to the point of beating her. And it had gotten worse by the time she was seven when she was sold into slavery by these criminals who were experimenting on her in the harshest way possible."

"Months later, Grandpa Max and an old partner of his, Phil, arrested the guys for experimenting on a live innocent being which Whiyyn is. Because Whiyyn didn't have a home to go to then, Grandpa Max agreed into put her under his care. And of course, you know what happened just three years after that." Ben finished.

Kevin thought for a few seconds as he was leaning on his green muscle car the entire time, "So that much angst, huh?"

"I guess." Ben said, "We should do something to help her. She says she's fine, but I know that she isn't."

"Ben, like I said. Maybe it's best to just leave her alone for a while." Gwen suggested, "Don't worry."

The Omnitrix holder sighed in frustration. Not accepting that one of his best friends will be okay with just some simple R & R. Or maybe he could do 30 percent rest and 70 percent recreation if that would ever help.

He just doesn't want his friend end up in a permanent state of turmoil. He wouldn't allow it.

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DenJ: I'm still alive!! Just a pretty dang slow updater. :P You're most likely gunna get a new chapter every month as you can kind of see already. If I have my good thinking cap on, I may get a chapter out about two weeks after the last. But that case might as well be rare depending on how well I planned out my story… in words at least lol.

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