Yes, yes I know it took what probably felt like ages to update but it's finally out; a new chapter (YAY). I've been wanting to finish this chapter for a while and now it's finally done. Hope you guys enjoy it. it's pretty brutal it was suppose to be like 7,000 words but i took the next chapter out of this one just so it'd be shorter and easier to read.

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Kevin was leaning against the door watching her sleep in peace, every now and again wincing her eyes and moving her head to a different angle. He frowned thinking about how badly he had messed up. It only took one second. But one stupid second is all it took to ruin her life...or saving it.

He may of hurt her; badly, but she was safer with him than Ben. As long as she was away from Ben he could be with her.

Forever.

He stared down at the mask in his hand. He gritted his teeth, knowing what he would have to do. He would have to attack her; make her feel scared. But it would be worth it for him. he would be a hero to her and Tennyson would be the bad guy who hurt her...just as long as she didn't remember him hitting her.

"Well..." He heard a man's voice behind him angry and pissed off.

Kevin narrowed his eyes looking up from the mask. "She needs to rest or she'll be too out of it to remember what happened. I want her to fight back; I want her to be scared of Tennyson. That can't happen if she's too delusional" Kevin turned to the man, shoving the device back into his hands. Zombozo growled angrily, annoyed at the boy.

"Fine, but if you don't I will" Zombozo hissed back, practically spitting at the boy. Kevin narrowed his eyes at the clown, he obviously had other intentions on his mind other than helping him get revenge on Tennyson.

That meant Kevin would have to keep an eye on the girl at least for the next few hours, when this whole thing would be over and he could take Gwen to the hospital. Into the arms of her parents, where he could take care of her and her parents would love him; even Lily. He sighed breathing out as he stood by the doorway. He should really cover her eyes up, there must be a loose cloth around here somewhere.

Ben was frustrated. Frustrated and tired. He had been searching the park all night, looking for her. He stalked across the lake watching the moon glowing across the horizon of the water, illuminating the dancing waves creating small crashes against the sand.

He felt aweful, he felt guilty. He was her partner after all. He should be with her right now, comforting her and running his fingers through her velvet hair. He should be telling her, right now, that it was them against the world, that no force in this world could keep them apart; even her parents. But right now, he was stuck. He didn't know where next to look, where she could've gone or what she was thinking. She was the most illusive person Ben had ever met. She was smart, clever and evasive. She could hide from the world and never be found.

Since she was young, Ben could remember his cousin taking long walks just to clear her head. He could remember her taking hours, sometimes days just to try and gather her thoughts and re-build her walls so she could come back a fighter. But she could get lost, caught up by so much clutter in her mind that she would lose track of time and where she was. That's what scared Ben the most, that she wouldn't come back. That she would lose her way; that she'd end up stuck somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, with no recollection of how she managed to wonder off so far from home. It panicked him to think of her like that. So lost, so distant, maybe even...afraid.

No, she was tough, she was smart, she was a goddess. He just had to stay hopeful, if not for him, then for her. He would find her. He would be the one that snaps her out of it. He'd be the one to save her and maybe then would her parents allow them to be together. He just had to show them that he was worth it.

He stared down at the bed, splayed across with a green blanket which felt like sandpaper to the touch. A bloodstained pillow behind her head, finally dried up. The girl was asleep, she had been some time now.

It was 6am in the morning and he was ready. Placing on his ID mask, he stepped into the room now a dark haired brunette with green eyes matching his jacket. He looked exactly like her cousin. Everything except his voice. He still retained his normal deep, husky voice unfortunately but he didn't need to talk to her. No, not very long in fact. Just long enough for her to trust that it was in fact Ben.

He walked over to her, shaking her shoulder before sitting down next to her and caressing her uninjured cheek.

She was soft to the touch, really soft. Kevin couldn't help but keep his hand plastered there like he didn't want to let go. He loved her.

He loved everything about her. Except when she cried. He hated it when she cried.

It made him feel horrible, like he was a monster all over again.

But he wasn't a monster; now he was a hero, saving her from a life of incest, shame and public embarrassment. Well, at least that's what he told himself.

"...Nuh,..." She groaned, fingers curling around the blanket which barely kept her warm. The room was still cold, moist and dark. Kevin slid his hands down to her chin, grabbing her face and squeezing her cheeks. She whimpered in pain, her cheek bone still tender and sore to the touch.

Her eyes fluttered open before she stared at the person before her. Green eyes matching hers. She breathed out relieved for a second, glad to see her cousin with her, by her side. "...Ben?..." She mumbled confused.

"..W-wha...what are...you...?" He shushed her, index finger pressing down on her lips. Gwen's eyes lit up shocked when he replaced his finger with his lips. She groaned, trying to pull away from him and tell him that there wasn't the time.

That they had to get out of here.

Instead, he wrapped his hand around the back of her head, weaving his fingers through her hair as he pushed her forward. Gwen winced her eyes pushing her hands up and trying to shove him away. He shoved her hands down before forcing the blanket off her and grabbing at her shirt. She groaned into his mouth, fed up but he persisted, running his hand along her thigh before snaking his hand up her shirt. She was getting frustrated now, unhappy with Ben's choices. How could he do this to her? This couldn't be Ben. He began to get more rushfull, grabbing at her white blouse trying to rip it off as much as he could. Tears were beginning to streak down her cheeks. She was injured and now she was being assaulted by the man she loved.

She riped her lips away, forcing her mouth and nose to the bloodied pillow to try and get away and talk some sense into him before he did something he would regret. Instead, he climbed on top of her, stradling her hips and clawing at her stockings. Gwen whimpered into the pillow, trying to squirm away. She was in full realisation that she was in danger now. She wasn't safe. She wasn't even close to safe. She needed to get out of here; she needed an exit. The redhead took a sharp breathe in, quickly turning her head towards the dark blank walls of the cell. She cranked her neck further downward to see a small source of light emulating from a narrow door, open to the world. Thank god.

She felt her chin being grabbed again and pulled along with her chained hands so that she could finally look the monster in the eye that had been assaulting her. He stared down at her, frown apparent on his face, green eyes slit almost mad at her as he held her cuff wrists down tightly onto her belly.

Her lip quivered as she watched him, inspecting every crevice of his skin to find something out of the ordinary; something that wasn't right.

"Bennn...?" She mumbled trying to remove her hands from her stomach. He leaned down closer to her face, green emeralds matching dulled green eyes. He shushed her as he brought his other hand down on her butt cheek, stroking her just under the bruising. She took a quick glance over to the door again seeing the light get brighter and darker, indicating that their was a tv on in the background. If their was someone else in the room they would be too distracted by the box to notice she had slipped out. "Ow...!" She winced her eyes as his thumb landed upon the gash and the intense bruising on her cheek bone. She quickly turned her head, opening her mouth before her teeth clenched onto the skin of his wrist. She bit down as hard as she could, head twisting like a crocodile as she tore away at the flesh.

A scream escaped out from his mouth as he pulled back as much as he could. She spat out the chunk of flesh from her mouth, blood dripping down her lips as she pulled forward smacking him straight in the nose with her forehead. The DNA mask broke on impact. His body flashed revealing the man under the mask. She didn't have time to watch and find out though. No, she heard the people in the other room moving around. She pushed herself off the bed, hands still cuffed, she forced herself across the room. Pain and nausea welled in her stomach, causing her lean on the doorframe gaging. Her vision went blurry as she noticed the figures in the room, getting off the couch, all dressed in black and white uniforms. Her vision becoming clearer as she recognised the four of them. Frightwig; Thumbskull; AcidBreath and...Zombozo. The redhead felt like she was about to faint just thinking about how many enemies were in the room. She groaned, shaking her head before looking to her left noticing a door at the other end of the dark room. An escape.

"GET HER!" Zombozo screamed out loud. Gwen bolted for it, forcing every last bit of energy she had left into getting to that door. It was all she cared about in that moment; the only thing that mattered.

There was no way in hell she was dying or getting raped in a cold, god-forsaken place like this. No, it was unjust. She swung her hands out towards the latch, swinging it down before forcing her body against the door, pushing it open. She breathed out, turning sharply to hold the door down, pressing her hands against the metal side of the door. She winced her eyes focusing on using her powers, melting the metal in order to connect with the door-frame and permanently lock the door. She groaned again almost screaming as she forced the metal to bend and shift passed the door and into the factory wall.

From there she backed away, pulling herself towards the opposite end of the small alleyway watching as the door was banged constantly and yelling echoed through the factory. Gwen gittered, shaking uncontrollably as they hit the door harder and screamed for her to come back and face the torture. That she deserved it.

She shook her head, eyes widened as she stared. One last bang against the door made her bolt for it.

Some time later

Gwen winced her eyes in pain about to vomit again. She felt dizzy and extremely dehydrated, desperate to quenche her thirst. She had been staggering round for a few blocks now, no one apparent in sight to save her.

She exited the broken alleyway, chest heaving to keep the oxygen in her lungs, as she moved off the moist, darkened wall and into the early morning streets of Bellwood. Nothing could've prepared her for this.

An impractical escape from the people trying to kill her and, if she didn't find help soon, she knew their wish would come true. Another few steps, feet once covered by shoes and stockings, now bare to the touch of the cold cement, scraping against her soft skin. Another heave of her chest, another stretch of her arm across the wall to pull her down the street. Her mind slipped back to her parents, she wondered if they were looking for her, or if they had just decided to 'pack it up' for the night because she was 'acting immature'.

She gritted her teeth, eyes watching her staggering footsteps, unable to lift her head up. She groaned in agony, pushing forth on shaking legs and the fear of slipping unconscious again at any moment. Surely someone would have noticed her missing by now; hours had ticked by.

No, she couldn't have gone unnoticed. She looked up noticing two people walking in the distance, in her direction. One was wearing a very distinct red track suit top and pants holding dumbbells in each hand. He was on a power walk with another man in toe, not looking as sporty dressed as the other.

The redhead lurched forward, breathing in and out as fast as her heart pounded.

Help; finally.

She pushed herself away from the wall and began walking in their direction. Small grunts and groans escaping her lips not yet capable of forming the simplest words. She felt a warm liquid pour down the side of her face as she continued on through the exhaustion. She knew it was inevitable that she would succumb to sleep sometime soon but she had to keep awake. At least for the next few seconds.

"Hhh-...huh......huh...hell...hu......hellppp..." She weazed, chains banging, arm clamping around her side as one arm lurched out falling towards the now two present power walkers. Well, one power walker and his assistant staggering behind him. Grey and white short hair with tinted glasses stared down at the girl merely 20 metres from them.

The assistant turned, stopping in his track, shocked and cheeks flustered from arguing with his boss about something. He stared down at the girl coming towards them, arm extended as her body leaned to one side, desperate to grasp at them, almost zombie-like to some degree.

Blood dripped down from her ear and nose, making it's way towards the collar of her once brightly white shirt, now ripped and covered in holes, sweat and blood. Her skirt was worn to an awkward angle and her panty hose were full of holes revealing scrapes of where she had fallen.

Despite, the gruesome appearance Oliver Thompson recognised the girl straight away. "Oh my" He gasped, immediately walking over to her. She groaned, whimpering as she fell into his arms crying in relief.

Oliver held onto her, lowering her down to the ground slowly so that he could remove his jacket and wrap it round the shaking girl for comfort.

Harangue arched his eyebrow at the girl, still a frown apparent on his lips as he watched his assistant sit the girl down on a nearby bench and grab her shoulders, telling her that everything will be alright. She didn't speak back, instead nodding to him, mouth agap as she focused on trying not to fall asleep.

The dark haired man then removed his cellphone from his jacket, scrolling down the list of numbers until he found the right one.

"Friend of yours" Harangue stared at the girl, a flicker of concern on his face. Oliver turned towards the man. "Don't you know who that is; that's Ben Tennyson's cousin" He grabbed her chained wrists trying to remove the metal scratching her skin.

Harangue eyes widened.

The boy that had caused him all this pain and misery, now his family member was on death's bed and Tennyson wasn't around to save her. No, only him. Harangue walked up to her, ripping the jacket off her shoulders before undoing his own jacket. Oliver looked over to Harangue unhappy. "What are you doing?" He clicked his phone off and came over to the man.

Harangue smiled. "You said it yourself; this is the great Ben 10's cousin" He threw the black jacket away and placed his sweaty red jacket over her shoulders. He then took a seat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Okay, take a picture. No wait!" He placed his hand up stopping his assistant from butting in. He turned his legs towards her and leaned his elbows on his thighs so that he was bent over, close to her and listening to what she had to say.

He relaxed his contours into a caring manna before asking his assistant to take the photo. Oliver huffed, rolling his eyes as he removed his iphone and took the shot.

"Can we ring the ambulance now, or would you prefer to get more photo's?" Oliver asked sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

Harangue thought about it for a second before answering. "Let's get one more, quickly; she wreaks of urine and vomit" He mumbled before grabbing her shoulder and forcing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

She scrunched her face up in pain and disgust. She hated the man before her but she could barely utter the words she most desperately needed. Only groans and whimpers escaped her busted lips.

Instead all she could do was sit there and wait patiently, before she could tell the world what a fake he was; refusing to call an ambulance to take a selfie with her. She groaned, gritting her teeth in anger.

"Can we call an ambulance now. She looks like she's about to be sick" Oliver called out. Harangue instantly backed away causing her to fall onto her side from the lack of support.

Harangue huffed before straightening himself. "Very funny" He mumbled before walking back over to the man. "And yes, you should've done that in the first place" Harangue walked off, straightening his composure as Oliver placed the phone up to his ear and walked over to the girl, making sure she was still awake.

"Never work in show business, kid" He mumbled towards her before someone answered the call.

"Hi, there my name's Oliver Thompson. I've got a girl with me whose got a serious head wound...it's been bleeding...I don't where she got it, I found her across the street, looking beaten up and extremely shaken...She's... half conscious; I'm not too sure how you would describe it...she's awake but unresponsive...Plaza District..." He looked towards the tall building in front of him.

"...We're right outside Bellwood's bank" He mumbled.

"...okay...thank you"

He placed his phone on his shoulder before turning to her. "The ambulance will be here in 10 minutes. The woman on the phone said that you should try to stay awake okay?" He asked the girl.

She groaned breathing out, eyes closed. He placed his phone back to his ear mumbling to the woman on the other end before placing his phone down onto his shoulder again. "Miss Tennyson, can you open your eyes?"

Gwen groaned, mumbling something under her breathe before her eyes fluttered open, revealing the blood soaked sclera in each eye. Oliver placed his hand to his mouth staring into his eyes before they shut again.

"T-there's blood in them...like a lot" He began to panick. The woman gently asked him to calm down for the girls sake. Gwen winced her eyes again, mumbling louder before she finally turned her head upwards towards the street. Someone was there.

Men.

A group of men, racing down the pavement chasing after something.

Someone.

Her.

She took a sharp breathe in, pushing her arms up and removing her heavy head from the bench, causing her to feel nauseous all over again.

She gripped her stomach, trying to stop herself from puking again before she lifted herself up onto two unsteady feet. Oliver was beside her in an instant, trying to settle her down. He hadn't yet noticed the group running towards them.

Gwen swallowed the lump in her throat before taking another breathe of air.

"He...helppp" She whimpered. Harangue turned round to them, noticing the girl standing up on her own two feet; Oliver was panicking again, shaking his head and telling her that help was coming but he didn't understand.

No, even Harangue could sense that something was wrong the second he noticed a bunch of men running towards them, some dressed as clowns, another a rat, and the last one; human.

They must've been the one's that she was escaping from. The one's that had hurt her.

And SHE had led them here. To them.

"Grab the girl. We need to go now" Harangue shouted towards the other man. He turned his attention towards the men now sprinting towards them. He immediately swooped the girl off her feet and into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he raced for it.

"Come back here" Kevin screamed towards him sprinting as fast as he could, arm still bleeding.

Oliver sprinted faster, hearing the men behind him, screaming at them to drop her and leave her for dead. He couldn't, do it though.

No, he wouldn't. She was still a child not even a legal adult yet. He followed his boss towards an alleyway in an attempt to lose the men on their trail. Instead they came to a trap, a dead end in the alleyway.

Oliver gasped, shaking as he turned round to feel the large shadows casted down on him.

He turned to see them there, all snarling like savage dogs hungry, staring down at the helpless rabbit.

"Give us the girl" Zombozo stepped out in front of the rest of them. Oliver shook his head, panicking again. "No, I won't let you"

"For god, sake, man; they're going to kill us if we don't" Harangue barked no longer concerned with the dying alien in the man's arms. Oliver stiffened, staring down at the girl, head buried in his chest, face red from crying as he clutched his shirt with one of her chained hands clutching his shirt not wanting him to let her go. He sighed, pulling her in tighter to his chest. She was scared to death, terrified of them. They must've done something horrible to her. Something that they would never be forgiven for.

Oliver clutched his teeth, taking a step away from the gang. "I won't let you take her" He looked over to a dark red door just 6 metres away from him. Zombozo caught onto his plan immediately.

He shouted at the gang to get him. Oliver made a quick escape, grabbing hold of the door knob and opening it to find a small, dark room with a staircase and an elevator.

He dropped the girl onto the ground before pressing the elevator calling button and running up to the door holding it closed. He silently prayed for it to come quickly.

Banging could be heard on the door; screaming piercing through the air. The door pinged open, Gwen breathed out turning her body trying to move herself towards the door. The process was slow, slow and painful. "Tennyson faster" He shouted towards her. She collapsed onto the elevator floor. Oliver threw a nearby shelf in front of the door, before racing over to the elevator pressing the last button to the top floor. He watched the door break down.

Thumbskull entered, rushing towards him in a full sprint. Oliver took a quick look at the elevator, doors not closing.

Why was it taking so long. He had to do something. He quickly pushed the button over and over trying to close the door.

Thumbskull growled, lowering his head as he ran faster.

The door began to close causing the large man to pound his head against the steel door. A large bang resounded throughout the small elevator. Oliver panicked, leaning back on the wall as he tried to control his breathing.

"Oh god," He run his fingers through his hair thinking what he was going to do.

"Okay," He mumbled finally deciding to turn to the girl to see her beginning to float back into consciousness.

He grabbed her shoulders shaking her, trying to wake her up. "Listen, Miss Tennyson. You need to do something. It doesn't matter what; just get us the hell out of here" He stated. She rubbed the side of her lip, removing the saliva that had been cascading down her face.

"I-...top....f-ffloor....." She whispered. He nodded continuously. "Yep, yeah, okay. okay" He whispered going to the wall panel and searching through, double checking that he had the right number. "Okay" He stumbled back towards her, grabbing her cheeks. Gwen hissed in agony.

"...Sorry," He immediately backed away from her before he sat down on the floor, across from her. He watched as she tried to regain her composure by shifting her weight to one side and twisting her back, arching her chest up as she winced her eyes.

It looked tire-some in his eyes.

He understood that she was injured; that was a fact but couldn't she at least use her powers; get them out of here. It would only take a second, not even a second. Then he could be far, far away from here and she would be safe.

The door pinged, signalling it was about to open. Oliver stood, walking over to the door and taking a glance towards the rooftop of a very tall skyscraper.

"He...help...me up..." She hissed in agony. Oliver gulped, walking up to her and wrapping an arm around her waist and the other next to her cuffed hands. He gently pulled her up, being careful not to hurt her before he lugged her out of the elevator. "Ah, you're heavier then you look" He gritted his teeth. Gwen breathed out angrily.

"Shut up..." She mumbled under her breathe before she took a few uneven steps on the concrete. She groaned feeling her head begin to pound again and her vision begin to go fuzzy. She gulped, her bottom lip quivering. She was about to go under again.

"Stop!" She mumbled trying to hold him back from moving any further. He stopped in his tracks, feet grinding along the pavement.

He watched as she hunched over, closing her eyes and trying to relax her face. He immediately tightened his grip on her making sure she wasn't going to collapse.

"I'm... going... t-to try ...teleport... us out..."

His eyes widened. "YOU'RE WHAT? You can barely stand; barely keep your eyes open and NOW you want to teleport us" He grabbed his hair about to rip it out.

"I'm going to die up here" He bent down onto his knees sulking to himself. Gwen stared down at the man guilt ridden. It was her fault he was up here; she dragged him into this.

"I'm...so sorry..." She mumbled, her eyes softening.

Oliver looked up to her surprised by her sincerity.

He sighed standing up and walking over to her. "Just please get us out of here" He begged her. She gulped, thinking about the danger that had come from using too much of her energy. She thought about her humanity for a second; she could lose it in an effort to save his life. Maybe it was a selfish fling that had caught her attention for the slightest second but she did think about it; just a for a second.

About running, sprinting for it towards the nearest exit, which would be down a trail of platforms. But then she risked falling unconscious while activating her power. She risked slipping off the platform and falling head first down into a dark alleyway, cracking her head open on landing.

She gulped before she stared at him.

Her eyes flashing for a moment to shove him at them and pounce past them saving her own life but she wouldn't be able to do that. No, that wasn't her; that was something deep down inside of her that wanted to commit such an atrosity. Besides, he had risked his life to save her; she should give it back in return.

It was only fair.

She looked away nodding before she placed her hands out to reach his.

"Hold on; shut up...and let me think" She mumbled her words hoarse. He watched as she closed her eyes, calming her breathing as she focused. Oliver watched nervously as he help her hands and allowed her to concentrate.

A pink aurora danced around them; it was...beautiful; probably one of the most incredible sites he had ever seen. He was amazed; he was astrounded; he was distracted.

Distracted enough for Zombozo to finally make an entrance without being seen. It only took a wave of his steel weapon to end the show, leaving the girl wincing her eyes in pain as she collapsed forward, hands trying to reach for her back.

"What th-" Oliver back up but it became too late. All he remembered was the gleaming smile on the clown's face before he swung the pipe forward, smashing the man's nose and mouth in. He collapsed to the ground instantly, a trail of blood spewing out from his lips and nostrils. The girl stared in horror, like she had just seen a ghost.

"No need to try and run again; Gwenny" He grabbed the back of her collar shoving her onto the ground. "I've got you just where I want you" He smiled down at her, grinning ear to ear.