Authors Note: I do not own Ben 10. Enjoy :)
'this means thought'
"this means words"
"Ben!" Gwen's shrill voice shouted over the sound of gunfire. She was annoyed, he could tell. Beyond annoyed even. She was angry. He couldn't blame her though. This was supposed to be a quick fight. Slam down the omnitrix, fight a bit, evil villain dialogue, fight a bit more, win. Everyone goes home happy. Well Ben does anyways. The plan was foolproof except for one small aspect he didn't count on; the omnitrix malfunctioning.
"I'm working on it!" he screamed back. Panic began to seize his body as he unintentionally started to calculate the odds. Gwen's flock of Shield Birds could only last a few more hits before they become engulfed in red and Labrid's one man army couldn't possibly stand against an organization of eighty.
Ben smashed the omnitrix with all his strength yet the only response was a short infuriating beep which usually signaled it was having a 'time out'.
"You've had a time out for three friggin years you should be working." Ben seethed at it through gritted teeth no matter how idiotic he looked arguing with his own arm.
Slowly he felt his confidence for the fight dwindling and if he weren't so thick-headed he'd have known the smartest move would be to simply surrender before someone got hurt. But Ben never did comply with what was smartest.
Ben was, to put it simply, the wielder of the most powerful weapon of the universe, saviour of lives and ultimately: A Hero. And a true hero doesn't focus on the odds.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOORK!" Ben whined flinging his arm desperately hoping that somehow it would get the omnitrix to work. Gwen yelled out a few colourful insults towards him and he reacted with equal, perhaps even slightly worse, name-calling.
So focused on the omnitrix he became unaware of his surroundings and he accidentally knocked into Magister Labrid, who only just managed to save himself from falling.
"Watch it!" Labrid growled. Ben began apologizing profusely when a strange sensation on his wrist cut him short of his long-winded begs for forgiveness. Cautiously he brought the omnitrix up to his face to inspect it. With a jolt he realized that the untimely red hourglass was instead forming a range of colours. Glowing blues danced amongst eery greens and ghostly reds and before Ben could blink a yellow light shot outwards completely engulfing the head of one very confused Magister Labrid.
"What the-" Magister Labrid began to yell as he became momentarily blinded by the brightening yellow glow. Ben said nothing as he watched the beam start downwards from his head to his feet and back upwards as though scanning him. A second later the beam dispersed and a computer animated voice, which sounded suspiciously like Ben's, spoke.
"Scan complete. Total of one Myth collected. Number of Myths available: One." the robotic voiced calculated. A holographic creature that he had never used rose upwards from the omnitrix and Ben took an uneasy step back as though he had suddenly been pushed. Shakily he breathed in all his courage and pressed down on the hourglass, unsure of what was going to occur next. This particular event had never happened before.
The omnitrix's 'legs' tightened around his wrist to the point where he was convinced his hands would fall off. The veins in the omnitrix glowed a venomous green and spread from the core outwards like little snakes. Unbelievably it did not stop there and began to seep into his own skin, making his very veins glow the same harsh green.
"BEN! What's going on?" Labrid yelled.
"Don't worry about Ben he's fine focus on the enemy!"
A strange coolness overcame him, as if he'd just jumped into the coldest ocean on earth and everything instantly became numb, even his senses. It was as though because of lack of use the omnitrix was moving in slow motion and what was supposed to happen in the blink of an eye seemed to be dragging out. Ben felt his organs and bones re-sizing and find new homes, but he felt no pain. Vaguely he was aware of gunfire being directed at him yet still he felt nothing, only the unnatural feeling that he was in a dream. Barely he could register that his scrawny arm was beginning to pile layer upon layer of dark green muscle and slowly he was able to think in words. Regaining feeling in his body he slowly stood up, amazed to see he was now a good couple of inches taller than Labrid.
He observed himself. He seemed to be the same species yet at the same time completely different. His scales shone with a rich jade colour unlike Labrid's pale blue-lavender and his webbed claws were longer and thicker as though he could cut a tree with a single swipe. Ben was still registering his new body when the Forever Knights broke his silence.
"What happened? A second ago he was just a kid!"
"I don't know just shoot him!"
"Ben!" Gwen screamed and tried to run to defend him, but was cut off by even more Forever Knights.
Ben watched as the silent white light moved towards him slowly, threateningly, like how a lioness moves before it goes in for the kill. Ignoring Gwen's shouts he closed his eyes, preparing himself for the inevitable. Briefly he registered himself thinking how he didn't want to die. Not now. Not with Gwen and Labrid just metres away without back-up. Not with Grandpa Max missing and perhaps even hurt. Not with him, whoever him was, still at large. Ben's eyes shot open and he glared at the powerful light not inches from his face and instantly he made up his mind. He sucked in a breath and with all his might screamed his promise.
"I'M NOT DYING TODAY!"
A second later the light exploded. And he was engulfed in blood-red.
~oOo~
Ben felt something hot penetrate him yet he didn't die. His arms stung like hell when he blocked his face in a 'X' formation to shield himself desperately from the damage, but still he did not die. Looking down at his body he noted his tail with what looked to be a ball of spikes by the tip completely unscathed. Confused he looked up at the Forever Knights and back down as if asking "Why the heck am I still standing?"
Unsure of if the gun was supposed to paralyze his body he willed his tail to move and it obliged cheerfully. When he was sure it worked he moved his feet. After they worked as well suddenly everything clicked. He was stronger then before, faster then before and for some reason the guns had practically zero effect on him except for now an irritated itchiness on his arms. Balling his fists he smiled, the type of smile which could only be summed up in one way: They were screwed.
"You guys are in so much trouble." Ben said his voice deeper and more raspy than before. Running to a large group surrounding Gwen he threw his fist into one's stomach and the other four behind him went flying into the remaining few.
"Are you OK?" he asked almost having to bend down at Gwen seeing as her head now only came up to his waist.
She nodded and tilted her head back to get a better look at him. He looked like Magister Labrid only extremely more reptilian. His teeth were longer and even his very scales seemed sharper and thicker. Where Labrid had yellow cat-like eyes, Ben's was amber and a bit more on the snake side.
"You've never turned into that one before." she mused half to herself, half to Ben. Ben rubbed the back of his wrangly neck and muttered his agreement.
"Are you OK Ben? You look sick. I think."
"O-oh? No I'm fine really." he said standing straight and after a moment Gwen concluded he was alright.
"When and how did you get the new addition?"
"I... don't know." The sound of clanking metal disrupted them and Gwen immediately became professional.
"When you beat the crap out of these Knights we'll talk."
His fang-filled smile seemed to take up half his face as he charged to a group firing at him. Getting down on all fours he dodged the blast and swung his tail like a bulldozer, knocking down another large group near Labrid.
"How come I'm not dead?" he demanded. Labrid looked at the fallen Knights and back to him as though the answer was obvious.
"It's a Level 5 gun. Therefore it can kill any creature Level 5 and lower. A group as dismal as Knights only have Level 5 enemies. We have much stronger skin than Level 5, Leviathan's are Level 7." he explained in baby sentences.
"Oh. Right. Well do you need any help?" Magister Labrid was about to answer him when a Forever Knight charged forwards. Labrid upper-cutted him with ease and tossed him to two other Knights as if he were bowling and not fighting a crazed organization of nut-jobs.
"I'll be fine. Just don't let them get rid of the truck! It has all the weapons!" he said wrapping his tail around another's neck and slamming him, face first, into the ground. Deciding that he could take care of himself Ben looked around, though it was near impossible as the ashened smoke and overwhelming smell of sulfur consumed his senses leaving him feeling more nauseous then before and even slightly faint. Forcing himself to look harder he finally found the truck and even managed to see the Knight crawling desperately towards the driver's seat. The Knight could barely stand making stopping the truck seem as easy as one plus one. Fighting off the nausea Ben forgot one thing.
Nothing anymore... is as easy as one plus one.
"Hey Tennyson. Been a while, did you get taller?"
Stopping mid-run Ben turned slowly to face the person who had called him. Leaning against a seemingly untouched pile of rubble was none other than Kevin Levin. His arms were folded across his chest in a relaxed-bordering bored-fashion and he tilted his head to the side, smiling his trademark mocking grin. His stance said one thing, but his tone said another.
'Like a wolf in sheep's clothing.' Ben thought dismally.
"Kevin." Ben greeted uneasily. How else do you start a conversation with one of your oldest enemies?
Kevin tilted his head upright and his smile grew.
"You remember me. Guess you're not as dumb as I remember."
"What do you want Kevin?" Ben spat now getting agitated. Kevin arched an eyebrow, surprised Ben had yet to figure it out.
"OK. Maybe you are as dumb."
No reply came and Kevin shook his head, his pitch-black hair falling in his face before he coolly brushed it back.
"Well I guess I'm gonna have to spell it out for you. I want revenge." he said the last sentence filled with an unmistakable dark edge behind his usual mischievous banter.
"Why?" Ben asked narrowing his eyes into almost slits. Kevin gave a loud, humourless laugh.
"Why you ask? Why? You locked me in the Null Void for all those years how's that for your 'Why'!" Ben winced.
Not much is known to people about the true intentions or the actual whereabouts of the Null Void except for the absolute elite of the Plumbers. Grandpa Max happened to be an elite and he explained it rather bitterly to Gwen when she'd asked on a really boring day during the infamous Summer Vacation.
The Null Void, for want of a better word, has one other name. Hell's Border. It's where Demons reside and where souls are entered and judged before they're escorted deeper into Hell. Those who enter the Null Void rarely ever do get out and in turn it acts as a prison for the most wanted. So, in a sense, if you can escape the Null Void, you can escape Hell.
"You did that to yourself." Ben tried to reason with him, but Kevin simply ignored him.
"Maybe, maybe not. All I know is I'm not leaving until I get my revenge on you Tennyson and the cool thing is-" Bending down, Kevin picked up a crushed helmet from a fallen Knight. At first Ben thought he was going to throw it at him, but not even Kevin's that stupid to throw a helmet at a seven-foot something aquatic lizard. A black aura, like sparks of electricity, surrounded the helmet only for a moment and Ben watched in amazement as the metal seemed to run off the armour and fix tightly onto Kevin like a second skin.
In the blink of an eye Kevin's once smooth skin was now hard and silver from the hi-tech armour and just to prove that it wasn't for show, Kevin crushed the same helmet in his hand as if it were nothing more than a sheet of paper.
"-I have more than enough power to take it." he finished grinning in the same cocky grin he wore once he had finished demonstrating the gun.
"That's new." was all Ben managed to say, was all he managed to think. Kevin shrugged nonchalantly.
"You learn a few tricks in Hell."
Not a second longer Ben charged forwards, slamming a huge fist into Kevin's shoulder which he managed to block. Ben decided not to dwell on this and with his other hand aimed a blow to his chest to render him immobile. Kevin managed to grip it and though his hand was significantly smaller than Ben's he still managed to crush it. Ben let out a roar of pain and fell to his knees taking in huge greedy gulps of air in an attempt to relieve the pain. 'How is this even possible?' he thought.
"This is pathetic Ben I was expecting at least to break a sweat." Kevin said with a hint of genuine disappointment behind his teasing. Ben's eyes were scrunched tightly in an attempt to block out the pain and slowly he willed his eyes to open. He felt sick, his vision was blurred, but he managed to see a large grey blob which he assumed was Kevin. The very air seemed to pollute his mind and he unsteadily rocked back and forth as he tried to regain his composure.
'New plan.' he thought. Though everything was horribly foggy in his brain a seemingly vivid light flickered brightly with the promise of a new ingenious idea. Ben stilled his adrenalin-fueled heart and breathed out slowly. 'Please work'
"How about instead of a sweat we break a few bones?" Kevin's mouth shot open to make a clever retort, but shut in an instant as Ben's tail wrapped around his leg and ripped Kevin's grip clean off him. Ben twisted his tail around until Kevin was in view and dangled him upside down just barely above the ground
"TENNYSO-" Kevin tried to scream in rage before Ben threw him repeatedly to the ground like a used, ragged doll. After what Ben decided was a good amount of slams, he flung Kevin into a nearby pile of dirty rubble. Ben breathed heavily from the sudden rush and looked down at his hand. Though it was hard to tell, he guessed his hand was a bit sprained and not crushed like he had previously guessed.
An unfamiliar sound similar to an old man coughing puttered softly in the distance and Ben's heart dropped when he finally realized what it was.
The truck's engine. He had completely forgotten the truck.
Ben whipped his head in the direction of the truck and blaring lights stared right back at him.
"No!" he growled as he started running towards it. A strained voice halted his steps.
"Tennyson!" it spat. Ben's blazing orange eyes widened as he slowly looked behind him in disbelief in the direction where Kevin lay. Not only was Kevin not unconscious like he thought, but he was up and walking, and he was holding a rock almost as large as the truck though it was impossible to tell how much heavier.
"I'm not through with you yet." Kevin said forcing himself to speak, his face twisted in rage for the need to fight.
Ben felt a knot tighten in his stomach and for a moment he was sure he was going to faint. There was no way he would be able to out-run a boulder.
"Ben!" he finally heard Magister Labrid calling his name. Quickly sparing a glance he looked at Labrid before re-focusing his eyes on Kevin, this did let Labrid know, however, that Ben could here him.
"Ben! Listen carefully! You must expel what's in your stomach in the form of respiration!"
There was a pause.
"What?" Ben yelled back, not losing his concentration on the dangerously infuriated Kevin. Magister Labrid muttered angered insults under his breath just as Gwen piped in.
"In your language-and I'm serious-he said burp!"
There was another pause.
"OK. OK wait WHAT?" Ben yelled just as he heard Kevin wince in pain as he bent his knees in preparation to throw the large rock. Disrupting his list of objections he quickly took a deep breath in and roared. A reddish-purple gas escaped his throat and slowly his nausea disappeared. He watched as Kevin's face contorted in disgust as he breathed in the gas. The rock dropped with a loud thud throwing even more toxic dust into the air and Kevin threw his hands over his face in a desperate attempt to shield his nose.
"What the heck Ben that's nasty... just... nas-ty..." his voice trailed off as he fell to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head leaving only the whites exposed from his half-closed eyes. Magister Labrid and Gwen quickly hurried next to him.
"Is he dead?" Gwen asked trying not to sound as concerned as she felt. Magister Labrid shook his head.
"No... it's a knock-out gas that builds up in a Leviathans stomach. Its extremely potent and if you don't expel the gas even a Leviathan can grow faint from it's own poison."
Ben nodded, at least he knew now why he had felt suddenly so weak. The sound of debris flying through the air brought him crashing back to reality and the group watched in defeat as the Forever Knights drove off with the remaining Hell-Blazed pistols in their arsenal. Ben cursed under his breath and his hands balled into fists as his failure to stop a simple truck began to plague his mind.
"Damn it."
~oOo~
A few simple thoughts flowed ominously through Kevin's head. Where was he? What happened? Why was his head spinning? One by one his questions were answered as his memories collided with each other and each answer became worse than its last. He now had a pretty good idea what he would open his eyes to and he was dreading what would come once he became part of the living-working world again.
Groggily he opened his eyes and slowly his vision cleared. Two Leviathans, one blue and one green stood before him with a girl. Her hair was the deepest of red and her pure emerald eyes gripped him in a trance and refused to let go. With sheer effort he tore his gaze away from her and instead focused his eyes on the Leviathans. Though his eyes had finally cleared, his brain was still hazy and he had trouble differentiating the one from the other leaving it impossible for him to find his desired target. As if by some unknown miracle Ben reverted to his original form.
'This should be more easy' Kevin thought. Smiling maliciously, he was about to throw a punch, but for some unknown reason his hand refused to respond. Looking down, he noticed a blue-white aura surrounding his hands which, sadly for him, effectively kept them firmly next to each other. Slowly getting irritated Kevin shot black sparks from his hands in an attempt to absorb the energy yet nothing happened. Now getting desperate he tried simply using his own strength to rip them apart, but they were as solid as steel.
'What the hell?' Kevin thought now officially beyond annoyed. He shot his head upwards, figuratively pointing an accusing finger at the three of them and Magister Labrid answered his silent demands.
"Binding Light cuffs. Made of pure white or 'good' energy. Nothing purer on this planet and there's nothing harder to absorb. "
Kevin slumped further into the dirty ground and projected mental threats at the two boys for what his current position was.
"You've got dirt in your hair." Ben said to Gwen, completely ignoring Kevin and his silent threats. Gwen looked at him quizzically and ran a hand through her meticulously straight hair. Nothing. Gwen was about to lecture Ben on when to act stupid and when to be serious and how to know the difference when, surprisingly, Kevin finally spoke up since he was awoken.
"Other side."
Gwen stared agape at the law-breaking teenager, but nevertheless listened to his small good piece of advice and ran a hand through the other side of her hair. Instead of her normal hair Gwen felt something similar to dead leaves and when she moved it closer to her to inspect it, it even made a sound like such. Looking down she stared in horror as her usual hair was now in ball-ish black clumps from the ash-filled dust and her face contorted in disgust at her current predicament.
"Eew..." she whined as she carefully began the tireless task of bringing her hair back to it's former glory.
"So where are the Knights?" Kevin asked.
"Gone... with all the Hell-Blazed Pistols." Magister Labrid glowered at him darkly. Kevin scoffed at this new found information.
"Figures." Now it was Ben's turn to glower.
"Do you know where they are?" Labrid asked. Kevin shrugged in a bored fashion and turned away from their accused glares.
"I guess."
"Can you take us?" Magister Labrid asked again showing no sign of ending his questions anytime soon. Kevin pretended to be far too interested in a piece of dirt than to here his question which irritated Ben. Ben rose his arm in an attempt to almost literally punch some sense into him when Gwen halted him. Ignoring Ben's stare she knelt down until she was just a little higher than eye-level from Kevin and tried her best to smile.
"Kevin?" she asked hopefully and forced her smile into a larger one. Kevin didn't respond and, without thinking, she lay a secure hand on his shoulder and spoke again.
"Kevin please if you don't help people could get hurt. Good people." she reasoned. Kevin tore his gaze from the ground and his onyx eyes bore deep into her vibrant green ones. Gwen couldn't help, but look as she, for a mili-second, thought she saw his steel gaze soften if only by a minuscule or simply by a trick of the light. Unsure of what to do next she let go of his shoulder and rose upwards until she was level with Ben.
"Well?" Ben asked impatiently. It took Kevin a moment to recover, but his mischievous grin managed to resurface on his face and he stood up.
"I just noticed something. Those creeps got away with the money. I'll gladly show you where they are as long as I get it back. Deal?"
Ben rose an eyebrow at Gwen as if asking in their silent language if they should trust him. Gwen nodded and Ben shook his head as if regretting what was about to happen.
"OK fine."
Ben and Gwen began walking hastily to where they could remember where Labrid had parked his hovercraft when Labrid, himself, stopped them.
"I don't trust him in my vehicle, we'll go in his car." Labrid ordered.
"Woah." Kevin said holding his hands in a pathetic attempt of a "Time-out" gesture.
"I do not trust anyone else except me to drive my car." he said shuddering at the mere thought of someone else touching his baby's steering wheel.
"You're not in a position to make demands." Magister Labrid said stiffly.
"Oh gee. I seem to have trouble remembering the hide-out. How inconvenient." Kevin said, his voice practically dripping with sarcastic innocence. He snickered when he saw the expression Magister Labrid gave at his reasoning. He could tell Labrid knew who was going to win this fight.
"The Tennysons get in first. I'll release the cuffs and you drive. No funny business." Labrid commanded.
Kevin did a two hand salute and answered with a rather tiresome 'Aye aye Captain.' Labrid tsked at this, but said nothing. Ben helped himself to the backseat and bounded inside like an eager child, happy to be inside such an amazing car besides the horrible circumstances. Gwen decided to take the front seat and once both were completely secure he released the cuffs with a matching transparent gem. The energy spun off Kevin's wrists and swirled into the gem with a final pop and Kevin massaged his stiff muscles to check if they were hurt.
"Now take us straight there understand?" Labrid checked. Once satisfied with the condition of his limbs Kevin sighed.
"Dude. You're lucky you're even in my car. You smell like burn't fish." Labrid was taken aback by his rude comment, but regained himself and bared his fangs viciously.
"I didn't ask for your opinion and maybe they-" he pointed to the two in the car and spoke in a softer tone. "-don't know what you are. But I do. I knew the moment you tried to fight Ben." If Kevin was shocked he didn't show it. He instead glared back at him before shrugging his shoulders and getting in the car as if nothing happened.
"Whatever. Just get in the car so I can get this over with." Kevin said bitterly before slamming the door in his face, not giving him a chance to answer.
Labrid closed his eyes and counted down from five in an attempt to calm himself. Once he reached five he took a deep breath out and sat in the car next to Ben. He had to lower his head due to his unnatural height, but other than this small issue everyone could fit in just fine. Kevin, meanwhile, adjusted his mirrors and wiped the last of the ash, which managed to sneak its way into his car, away. He was about o ask if everyone was ready, but bit his tongue and instead turned his key in the ignition and Three Days Grace's 'Riot' blared through the speakers as they drove off. Gwen cupped her ears in shock before yelling over the music.
"Turn it off!"
"Why?" Kevin yelled back.
"It's loud!"
"Really? I didn't notice." Kevin smirked with a small hint of genuine amusement filling his face. Gwen persed her lips as she frantically began searching for the off switch. Finding it, she turned it off and breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Hey? What else am I supposed to drive to?" he asked gesturing towards the open road.
"I don't know don't you have some classical music?" she asked looking through his compartments in hopes of finding a CD with something other than hard rock.
"Do I, me, have classical music in a muscle car?" he asked half-amused, half-appalled by her dumb question.
"What about the radi-oh my gosh HOW MANY TICKETS DO YOU HAVE?" she screeched holding up a good two dozen tickets and even more will stall falling out from where she found them. Instead of recoiling in he chair with shame, Kevin puffed out his chest with pride.
"A grand total of seventy-two. And the radios won't work this far out here." Kevin answered.
"Well." Gwen began before shoving all the pasty yellow sheets of paper back inside the compartment.
"I guess we aren't listening to music." she concluded. Kevin groaned softly.
"Awkward, tense silence it is then." Kevin said and he couldn't have been more right. The melodic sound of the car engine was good enough to keep them entertained, but after a while even Kevin found himself dying from the silence and immediately he decided to do something about it.
"So where's the old guy? He's usually with you two." he asked casually. Kevin felt Gwen tense next to him and instantly he knew he had asked the wrong question.
"He's missing." came Ben's grave voice from the back of the car.
Now that the fight for his life was over and the adrenalin had completely warn off he was allowed to finally think clearly for himself. And immediately his thoughts drifted to his grandfather. What happened to him? Were Demons involved? Was he kidnapped? Was he dead...
As his thoughts darkened so did his mood, so much so that Labrid had slowly, but surely moved away from him and to the other side of the car. Kevin too noticed the change and instead of a witty retort, which he was planning, he cleared his throat with a cough and answered with a very simple "Ah."
"But he's completely fine." Gwen said trying to clear the air. "He's totally fine. He's stronger than he looks. I mean I wouldn't be surprised if its his crazy food that killed him." Labrid shrunk further in his corner. Wrong comment.
"He isn't dead! So stop making jokes about him!" Ben spat angrily. Kevin shoved his foot on the brake and the car came screeching to a short stop before he whirled in his seat and shot an accused finger at Ben.
"Listen here Ben she's just as worried as you so don't you dare yell at her. Now man up and apologize or this car ain't moving another inch." Kevin hissed back. The two glared at each other, neither backing down and neither claiming fault for their actions. The stare-off could have gone on forever if it wasn't for an unearthly squeaking sound arriving every few seconds. Breaking eye contact to where it was coming from the two watched as Magister Labrid made his window go up and down repeatedly finding complete joy in the small action until he realized he had an audience.
"Human windows are fascinating." he replied awkwardly before placing his hands in his lap, making a silent promise not to do it again. Ben looked back to Kevin and Gwen and let out a sigh.
"Kevin's right. I'm sorry. I'm just really tired." he said gloomily. Gwen gave an understanding smile and patted her cousin's arm in comfort.
"It's fine Ben I'm worried too. We just have to believe he's going to be fine. He is going to be fine." she said reclaiming her hand.
Ben nodded and exhaled outwards.
"OK. You're right. You're both right." Ben said before giving a small, wry smile.
Kevin grunted. "Damn straight I'm right." he said about to turn on the ignition key when he felt a small tap on his shoulder. Believing it to be Ben he ignored it until the slight tapping evolved into vigorous prodding.
"What?" he whispered loudly only to meet eyes with Gwen.
"What?" he whispered less harshly.
"Thanks." Gwen simply said. Kevin froze, suddenly aware that an organ in his chest he thought had frozen long ago was now slowly thawing out from its deep emotionless hibernation. As he turned away from her mesmerizing gaze he focused instead on starting the car. Rocketing down the highway he uttered a single word before all conversation ceased for the remainder of the trip.
"Whatever."
Sorry for very long chapter! I hope you enjoyed it though! :D
Binding Light Cuffs: Energy cuffs which effectively hold the criminal's hands together. Comes with it's own 'key' *gem* that can take it on and off. I really like using gems o.O...
"Riot" by Three Days Grace is an actual song by an actual band and I'm almost sure Kevin would love their music
Well we have our first Myth! Now I'd like for one of you to pick his name seeing as I'm horrible at this xD My two friends and I will pick our favourite and his name will be in next week's chapter :)
Don't forget to review and I'll see you next Friday!
~Necrofriggian