"Gwen, GWEN OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" Frank screamed his lungs out banging on the door, causing a scene.
"Frank, calm down I'm sure she's alright?" Carl grabbed his brother's shoulder.
Frank was fuming though, cheeks going red as he banged his fist on the door.
"OPEN THIS DOOR, YOUNG LADY!" Frank screamed about to break the door down and strangle her.
"Frank, stop; I'll get the janitor to open the door" Carl ran off. Frank pushed his head against the door, knowing Lily would be absolutely furious with him.
"OPEN THE DOOR, GWENDOLYN TENNYSON!" His eyes slit before he noticed someone else in the room. His eyes lit up, breathing fogging the window.
"Gwen?"
He noticed a man in a wheelchair coming over to her as she backed away scared shit-less.
"Gwen!"
"GWEN!"
BEN'S POV
Fourarms smashed his fist against the man's face punching him over and over.
"That's for my cousin, you Asshole" He gritted his teeth, blood forming on his hands. His gang of Freakshow's laid waste, spread around the floor.
"Stop!" Zombozo begged weazing as he spewed out blood from his mouth.
"Why should I?"
"I was hired"
Fourarms slammed down the Ultimatrix returning back to his human form.
"Was it Kevin?" Ben arched his eyebrow. Zombozo's eyes lit up in shock. Ben gritted his teeth in anger.
"I can't believe he would put Gwen, in danger"
Zombozo smiled laughing at him.
"He did more then that" He chuckled. Ben instantly grabbed the man's collar.
"WHAT DID HE DO TO MY COUSIN"
Zombozo laughed at him.
"He assaulted her. He felt every crevice of her body"
Ben gritted his teeth shaking in anger. "HE TRIED TO RAPE MY COUSIN?"
Zombozo smiled, blood forming in the cracks of his yellow stained teeth. He laughed at him noticing the boy's eyes shake like he was about to cry.
"Y-You monster" He punched him in the face rendering him unconscious.
Gwen stared back at the man in the wheelchair, eyes fully locked on his every move. "Your Dad's watching us; do you know that?" He asked. She stared over to the door seeing the puppy dog eyes pierce his with such fear. She gulped, eyes burning into his with such emotion.
"If you don't want your 'Daddy' to see you bleed to death then git in the corner" He pointed to the side of the wall where no one would see them. She took one last look over to her father before moving off the bed, grabbing hold of the IV stand to stabilize herself. She hadn't actually stood on her two legs in over a week, since the accident. As a result, she had a few mild pressure sores on her back and ankles, covered by gauze bandage.
"HURRY UP" He screamed at her. In shock, she fell onto the ground, the IV stand tumbling with it. She gritted her teeth in pain, scrunching her face before he felt his shadow over her.
"I SAID HURRY UP" He screamed at her. She lifted her body up and pushed herself over to the wall before sitting up and leaning against it. She groaned taking a moment to compose herself before she looked up at the man in the wheelchair hovering over her. By his side she noticed a small scalpel, hidden just under his gown.
"What do you want?" She stared into his pissed off, daggered eyes glaring at her.
"Revenge"
BEN's POV
Ben walked into the small dark room, taking note of the sudden drop in temperature.
"Man, it's cold in here" He shivered noticing noticing a bed nearby. "Oh man" He noticed the large amount of blood on the sheets. He hoped that it wasn't hers, well...at least not all of it.
"Eh, it smells" He lifted his shirt over his nose before noticing the aluminum bucket by the side. He took a quick look noticing the putrid smell of vomit and blood mixed into one.
"That's disgusting" He mumbled, turning away. He couldn't image being locked up in such a tiny cold space...and be practically tortured.
"I need to find Kevin"
"See Gwendolyn, after ya left my home sweet home, my wife returned. She patched me up, as well as she could, then burnt our house down. Then the Plumbers came and we were on our merry way. No evidence holding us, however"
He removed the scalpel and help it in his right hand.
"You paralysised me. I ain't gonna let ya get away with that"
Her eyes lit up in shock. "I do plan on killing ya, GwenDOlyn"
She breathed out like he was so certain of ending her life.
"You're not going to get away with this" She muttered back.
"You'll die either way, Gwen, only one of us is getting out that door alive and it sure as hell ain't you. I was going to visit you last night but I saw your precious boyfriend come through the door so upset that you rejected him and then you had to go and throw him through a window"
"You were spying on me?"
"Oh yes, and as soon as everyone in your room left I knew it was the perfect chance. Now no more distractions, time to die, Gwendolyn" He grabbed the scalpel slashing her.
BEN'S POV- night time
Ben stared over to the one-story house that was Kevin E. Levin's. He gritted his teeth, wanting to kick the shit out of him this instant. But truly, he did want his cousin to watch. Watch him suffer and be put through the same torture as what his cousin had experienced. He scrunched his face before he heard his phone vibrate in his pocket.
He looked down at his phone, sighing. It was his grandfather.
"I'm busy grandpa, what's wrong?"
His eyes lit up in shock when his grandfather replied.
two hours earlier
The farmer slashed down at her, throat ready to end her life. On instinct she brought her hand out summoning her powers and using a shield to protect herself. Gwen gritted her teeth in pain, forcing as much energy into her hands as possible but it was difficult. She was exhausted to shreds. He slashed down again, trying to break the shield with as much force as possible. It began to shatter on impact as he continued to flail his arm at her.
"STOP" She screamed at him but he didn't listen. On impact, the shield shattered into a million pieces, knocking her back against the wall, sweat pouring down her forehead. She had no more energy to fight back. No more give in her. Exhaustion kicking in she laid her head onto the cold hard floor trying to get as much reserve energy as she could for one last attempt to save herself.
"Frank what's going on?" Lily stood idle in the hall watching as her husband was about to go insane by the slow progress the janitor had made with the 1000 keys in his hand.
"Nothing, Honey just go back to work. Gwenny's just...having a bath that's all" He ran his hand through his hair. She rolled her eyes, before searching through all her notes. "I've got a few more patients to visit before I'm back at my office. Just, make sure she stays asleep" Lily sighed. Frank nodded sincerely before she moved off. Frank sighed, turning round to the man taking his times with the keys.
"HURRY UP!"
He grabbed her shoulder, raising her up into a seated position before grabbing her neck, strangling her. She winced her eyes, chocking, feeling like she was about to vomit from the feeling. It was painful, uncomfortable and above all scary. She felt her vision blur again, noticing the change of scenery to a top a sky scraper overlooking the city. She was on the ground back and head screaming in pain, feeling as though someone had just been cracking down on her back with with a whip.
She felt something heavy ontop of her, not particularly crushing her but just over her hips. She could hear his breathing hoarse, tense... desperate. She opened her eyes staring up at the man hovering above her. He was covered in cracked clown make-up and blood. Though, something told her that it wasn't his. His blood-shot eyes cascaded down upon her eyes with such hatred, almost wanting her to watch what he was about to do. She wandered what. What was he staring at?
That's when she felt the movement of his muscles clutch around her throat. She winced feeling his bony fingers constrict around her tiny throat, causing her to mentally scream. She pulled her hands up to his face trying to stop him from pulling tighter. She scratched his cheek, paint accumulating under her nails. He finally reached up, letting her gasp her air until he slammed her hand down on the concrete. She swore she heard something crack as his greedy hands returned back to her throat. She winced her eyes turning away giving up the fight, just wanting it to be over. She could no longer feel anything right now, everything was...numb. And it felt great. She finally opened her eyes, taking one last look at the scenery before she noticed something shine out of the corner of her eye.
A metal pipe right next to her body.
Max raced towards his son noticing him screaming his lungs out as the shaking janitor scared of his son.
"I came as soon as I heard"
Frank turned towards Carl, staring at him angrily.
"YOU CALLED, DAD!"
"I Had to; he can get the door open" Carl looked over to his father.
"Right?"
Max nodded, excusing the janitor from the door and bending down pulling out his Plumber's laser tool and shining it towards the lock.
Her eyes lit up in excitement. Despite the numbness in her hand, she made one last attempt to grab the pipe. Her fingers grasped at the edge of the pipe, her fingers curled gripping it as it came closer. She turned her head to the man above her blood-shot eyes, smiling lips.
She was going to knock him out. She grabbed the pipe and with one swung.
BANG!
She choked, taking a large gulp of air before her scenery changed and realisation hit her.
She was in a hospital room, with a man wincing his eyes in pain holding his face in pain. Her wrist hurt like crazy right now. She hissed, teeth seething in pain before she grabbed the skin of his leg, eyes lighting up with power.
He screamed in agony as the Antodyte drained his energy, fuelling her power and healing her wounds.
"I'm not dying. Not today; Not By YOU!" Her body illuminated the surrounding walls, her power growing stronger as his body aged quicker and quicker. Gwen's antodyte soul being replaced by her old personality of love and innocence.
He screamed and begged for her to let go but she could no longer feel the need for empathy, for mercy, for salvation. Her eyes turned to slits as she sent more power-sucking energy through his veins fuelling her desires.
He tried to pull away but it was no use. She was almost done feeding herself through the anger and hatred that had built up over the years of her real self being trapped and caged in a human body.
"PLEASE!" He begged. She stood up grabbing hold of his throat and taking the rest of the energy before his body gave out and all that was left was for him to seek into the darkness for eternity. Gwen released him, his body turning to dust from his age.
All that was left was a wheelchair covered in nothing but ashes.
Her body shook with anger. So much anger. She hated him so much. She wished that she could repeat it all over again just to hear him beg her for his life. Her violet hand clutched as she screamed, her multidimensional voice echoing through the room. Her hand formed into a claw as she scratched down at the chair sending a wave of manner directed at the helpless wheelchair, blasting it through the walls of the hospital, along with it: the hospital bed, all the expensive machinery and chairs. Cement hailed through the streets down below, smashing into the cars below. Gwen fell to her knees, still continuing to shake with power.
Reality hadn't hit her yet. She still hadn't noticed the people in the room; her grandfather, staring down at her... Terrified.
He slammed the door immediately, locking his son's out of the room.
"DAD!" Frank screamed his lungs out banging against the door once again but Max ignored him, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and running over towards his grandfather before she stood up. Eyes still fixed in her violet form.
"Gwendolyn" He called to her wrapping the make-shift blanket around her shoulders before bringing her in close.
"Gwen? Gwen, look at me" He turned her chin towards him. He stared into her blank violet eyes.
"Gwen, snap out of it" He shook her shoulders but it didn't seem to snap her out of it. She just stared blankly towards him. Eyes hazed
He was terrified about the condition she was currently in. Seeing her like this broke his heart.
"Gwen!" He sighed, holding her close and rubbing her back.
"I should've been looking out for you" He held her close making sure she was as comfortable as possible, clasped in his arms and held so close to him.
He sighed as he heard the glass of the door shatter into pieces.
"I'll pay for it later" Frank yelled forcing his other hand through the door, and pushing on the handle of the door. He smashed it open, and marched through the door, face red in anger.
"WHERE IS SHE?" He screamed his lungs out again, turning his head and noticing his father rocking his granddaughter in his arms. He jogged over to his girl, holding his bleeding hand in pain. His anxiety and stress over his girl, numbing the horrendous pain flooding through his hand and wrist.
"Gwen, why did you lock the d-...What's wrong with her eyes?" He stared down at her noticing the violet shine in her eyes and the cold stare into the distance.
Max sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.
"She's...been through a lot. I'm going to take her back home" Max stood up. Frank sighed.
"She's my daughter, Dad. I'll take her"
Max looked down at her granddaughter. Currently unmoving and probably in shock from the man that she had practically drained of life before throwing him to the curb with one wave of her hand. As scary at it was, he was still his granddaughter.
He stared over to his son's hand, covered in blood and shaking.
"I don't think you'll be able to carry her with your hand like that" Frank clutched it, ignoring the pain and narrowing his eyes.
"I just want my daughter, Dad" He grabbed hold of the girls arm trying to pick her up. She didn't hesitate, falling into her father's shoulder as he held her there. Max just gently helped, not wanting to start an argument with the man that had shattered all the bones in his hand just to see if his child was alright.
"The RustBucket's parked just outside" He held most of the girl's weight as Frank hugged her gently.
Frank nodded holding his child with one hand wrapped around her back and ribs.
"Lillies going to be so pissed" He sighed leaning his head on his daughter's.
Please review.
I wanted to show more of Gwen's antodyte side taking control of her actions when she's exhausted.