Gwen felt her body being shoved onto the bed before her reaction could hit back. Kevin glared at her as he stomped toward the hall door. "I'm locking the door this time." he nearly growled.
The red head crossed her arms and glared back in equal force at the so called 'Prince' ran his hand over the door, sealing it off. He slumped his shoulders painfully and groaned. "You're such a bitch, you know that?" he barked out after a pause, turning toward his bed.
"Look who's talking." Gwen mumbled back, laying flat and turning toward the wall again.
"Shut up Gwenafer, it's your fault for being so God damn hyper." he growled out and started to mutter.
"It's your fault for kidnapping ME!" she shouted at the wall.
"It was never my idea to kidnap you, moron. Gorg and Hinu did it, not me!" Kevin's voice became muffled as he crawled under his sheets and covers, arguing back. Gwen bit her bottom lip to keep from saying anything.
She felt a small amount of blood slip off her lip and into her mouth; the thick stale taste reminded her of copper; she could have gagged. Now her lip was cut, she was still angry, and the lights had just shut off.
She pulled her hands under her chin and stared at the wall. 'I will get home. I don't know how.' she pulled the covers over her body. 'But I WILL get home.'
A purple tail ran across the floor, slipping back and forth between a wall and a tank. Gorg laughed gently with her younger sister, smiling as she sat down on the floor. The blue haired mer-child smiled happily back at her sister and swam to the glass. "You alright?" the young girl asked happily.
"Oh, I'm fine Unta, just tired. I can't move as well with the baby." she said with a smirk. "You'll be an auntie you know, dear." Unta blushed under her blue skin, hiding behind her green and yellow tail.
"I-I'm to young to b-be an auntie." she said timidly.
"Nonsense." Gorg chirped, smiling at her little sister.
Her smile faded as she placed her hand on the glass tank. "I'm sorry Unta... It's my fault." Gorg smiled and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she shook her head. Unta pressed her hand back to the glass and shook her head.
"No… it's not." she whispered back, Gorg wiped her eyes and shook her head. "You don't have to try and make me feel better dear." Gorg wrapped her tail around her belly again.
"It's my fault any of us are here though." Gorg breathed, but Unta stopped, pulling her hand from the glass and swimming to the top of the tank, lifting herself very lightly out of the water.
"Is not." she whispered before ducking back in. Her voice had changed, no longer garbled by bubbles from the water, but gentle, shy, everything Gorg had remembered it to be before this.
Unta came to the corner of the wall and smiled. "Y-you should go to b-bed sissy." Unta said with a gentle smile.
Gorg laughed gently and smiled. "You're right." she lifted herself off her tailed bottom and sighed, "This is getting harder and harder." she mumbled, "Good night Unta, Dear." she said in a wave.
"Good night...Raven." Unta whispered back, after the door had closed.
Gwen woke to the smell of pancakes and something foreign to her nose. She sat up gently, cover still on her head, and for a moment she couldn't place where she was. With a swift tug of the sheet, it fell off and enabled her to look around.
'That's right, I'm not back with Grandpa or Ben.'
"Morning Ms. Gwendolen." a happy female voice came, one she was getting used to. Gwen turned to the door to see Gorg slipping in, bearing a tray pilled with food.
"How on Earth are you a morning person?" Gwen groaned, and Gorg smiled and slithered beside her.
"Unfortunately I've been up for a while, bathroom and cooking and all that." Gorg said with a smile, a hand on her pregnant belly.
Gwen smiled and shook her head. 'If nothing else I know I can confide in her.' Gwen thought.
"So, what do you want for breakfast dear? I cooked up several things, I'm still not used to your eating habits just yet." Gorg said sweetly, her hair in a long braid down her back and over her red maternity blouse.
She sat next to Gwen with the tray and held up a cup of hot chocolate, Gwen took that moment to look over at Kevin's bed, hoping to rub in the fact that she was getting breakfast in bed, but noticed he wasn't there.
"Where did 'Prince charming' run off to?" Gwen asked bitterly as she took the cup, blowing on it before taking a sip.
Gorg giggled and shook her head, standing. "You know, my dear," Gorg left the tray beside Gwen's bed, "for someone who says they hate Kevin..." she slithered to the door and opened it gently, "You sure seem to think about him a lot." and in a blink the snake woman was gone.
Gwen's jaw dropped and she nearly screamed in anger. She stood and headed toward the door, placing a hand on the knob. She turned and pushed, but it was locked.
"ASSHOLE!" Gwen shouted at the door; she could only imagine how hard Kevin must've been laughing at her. She stomped back to her cot and picked at her food, emanating a sulky vibe at anyone or anything that should come in.
She could only assume that Gorg's orders had been to keep her confined, it wasn't her fault that Kevin was a bastard.
The room was lined with newspaper clippings as dolls without heads hung in one corner by their feet. The one doll with a head had brown hair, the rest of them were tattered and torn to pieces. "Stupid fucking bastard…" Kevin growled.
He lifted his hand, palm up, glaring at the doll as it hovered on its string, spinning in a circle above his hand. A flame sparked in his palm, then the spark of fire began to grow rapidly before his own eyes. He threw his hand toward the doll and burned off its head.
Kevin fell to his knees and looked back up at the ceiling, a black and white picture of a girl was taped there. "Why did you have to be related to him. To him of all people." he fell on his back, legs sprawled out, looking up at the picture.
He reached his hand up toward the ceiling, but he wouldn't reach.
"Why can't I get to you… you're so close but I can never fucking touch you..." he growled and glared at the picture, "Sometimes I see you as nothing but a bitch." he stared, but the picture never moved.
The dark silhouette of the picture stayed still, hands in the air as she squealed happily after a victory. Kevin put his hand on his face and pulled at stands of his hair, looking at the dark figure no one but him could seem to see.
He rolled over and looked at a box in the room, crawling over to it before standing up. He pulled out another doll and a small rope, tying it to the ceiling, soon to be added to his headless collection.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
Ben found himself waking up with something cold blowing into his nose and parted lips, he couldn't even see clearly yet. The first thing he did was reach to his mouth to block the cold, but there was something there already.
He pulled it down to his neck and opened his eyes, everything was foggy but at least now he could see. He was in a hospital room, his body felt numb at first, then everything just stung.
"Gr… Grandpa?" he mumbled out, feeling a heavy weight on his arm and his voice an almost nonexistent whisper.
"Don't worry about moving Ben, ok?" he heard him say; he sounded so far away. "You've got a pick line in, and you need to put the oxygen mask back on, you've got a semi-collapsed lung."
Ben tried sitting up, but found he was in too much pain, "Wh... what happened?" he asked, pulling the mask with the cold air back to his face as he started to wheeze.
"You... you were trying to get Gwen back. You fought... something. Looked like a Naga, but, it's ears..." Max trailed off and Ben closed his eyes.
'That's right, that thing… it threw me with that tail. What did I land on?' he rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes, too tired to keep thinking.
"Gwendolen?" Gorg called out into the room, coming through the door a few moments after she had left.
Gwen, her hair ruffled from slight frustration looked up and visibly relaxed, "Yes Gorg?"
The naga woman smiled weakly, hand on her stomach. "I wanted to ask you something..." she said gently, slithering to the floor in front of Gwen.
"Sure, what is it?" Gwen questioned.
Gorg smiled and looked at the ground, then to her tail. "Well, I overheard the pri-I mean, Kevin... well. I overheard him tell Hinu that... you know magic." she kept her eyes to her tail.
"I do Gorg." Gwen said, slightly confused, "Why?" she tried catching the other woman's eyes.
"... My sister." Gorg answered after a long moment. "My sister was made by pure magic." she shrunk to the waist of her tail, then looked toward the door quickly, a scared face.
Gwen looked toward the door as well to see Kevin looming in the archway. "Gorg..." his voice was sharp and full of poison. The snake like woman shuddered and slithered out of the room quicker than any of Ben's aliens ever had.
Gwen looked back at Kevin, malice dripping from her frown as she stood, her hands clenched.
Kevin only smirked, "Is someone mad at me now?" he took a few steps forward, that evil, twisted smirk smeared on his face.
'Thank you Gorg.' She smiled, finally remembering she had the means to fight back.
"Well? Cat must have your tongue, or did Fish bait get it?"
"Paralysis Projectiles!" Gwen threw her now purple flaming fist toward Kevin, the fire shooting toward him at incredible speed.
Kevin's smirk only widened as he simply dodged it, "Well now Gwenafer, seems your aim is off." Gwen's face only reddened as she ran toward him shouting the 'spell' again.