A/N: This is it. A Ben 10 story I've been so keen on working on. I worked on this chapter weeks ago, but forced myself in causing delays over it due to making some alterations. As of now, I did make some changes.
I just want to address a few things:
* This Ben 10 story is not entirely similar to the cannon Ben 10 series that many of us Ben 10 fans have known about from its first show released in 2005 up to now.
* This story takes place within the DC fanfiction universe I established months ago which expanded further starting with 'Oliver and Kara: Days Gone', then 'Kryptonian Invasion', 'Hellish Forward', 'The Storm in the Future', 'Crisis on Earth-X', 'Dark Supergirl's Striking Hour', 'Presents and Futures Crossovers', 'Kingdom Come', 'Dark Supergirl: New Birth', and 'Left Behind'. The latest stories released or getting planned is the Code Lyoko fanfiction story, the Green Arrow story, Supergirl story and the Batman story.
* This Ben is very different from the Ben you've known. His appearance is also different, well slightly. His backstory will be different from the cannon Ben.
* There will some changes in the established characters that existed from the main continuity of the Ben 10 franchise.
* Some characters will be replaced with others of my intention.
* Additional things yet to be added as the story goes on
* This story is called 'Ben 10: The Beginning' because I'm implying on the possibilities of adding sequel stories, as well as stories that I prefer it be significant of one plot whilst being in part of this Ben 10 continuity.
For now, read the story if you wish to. I will be updating it so forth when I made some good changes that I seem happy with, and then add them to this story.
Year: 2030
There was nothing more than a sense of peace and tranquillity. The sun thunderously enveloping their bright rays covered over every site they can outstretch on. The exquisite butter smooching on every existing hard matter. Each matter themselves gleaming appearances of what's over or above them. The excitement landing under everyone's throats as they breathe through the oxygen that excitingly moans around them. This day became one of the luminous days to ever exist in Earth's history. The sparkly particles flowing through the atmosphere. Ramming noises ascending from their respective shallow layers. The imminent daylight thoroughly breaking on everyone's depressive darkness.
In the case for a boy, it was always about having fun and having joy. It was summer, which centred the sensational output of positivity. The lust of attaining the aura of light illuminating over him. He was in a black toned car, currently been taken along a firmed fixed bridge.
Under it was the water that would potentially drown anyone if one were to slam on the side of the bridge with a car, subsequently falling to alight on water, where they'd never escape. The inevitability behind it is what keeps a slight sharp awareness on drivers as they pass this bridge.
The boy upholds a remarkable thrilling sensation. His mouth stretched as wide as the largest existing mouth in the Universe. His arms are fixedly raised upwards. One of them was holding an action figure. He was laid in the back, sprouting all that excitement. Beside him was a little girl, cheering up in similar levels of excitement as the little boy.
Whilst the little one was occupied in his own world with the girl, the driver concentrated on the road, while glancing at the back to make for certain the kid would've attempt to go insane. He turned his eyes pointed at a rear-view mirror, glancing the young boy and the young girl's present actions. He couldn't stop himself from feeling how proud he was to see the little boy and the girl pervaded in a big amount of happiness. Albeit, the driver does have his fatherly awareness to watch over them. "Please do be careful. We don't want your father to have such intense pressure regarding on the two of you. That would also include your mother. If she finds out, dear me, I would have two problems resting on my hands", the driver expressed. "Although, certainly, you both aren't a human despite your age, yet I do have the feeling I do have to keep extra eyes on both of you, which I was instructed to do so". His latches on the stirring wheels haven't been ignored. The driver is unmovably motioning forward across the road. He covered seconds running along the way, having the car's wheels carrying themselves rolled. The driver rounded his eyes motioned to the rear-view mirror, catching the boy and the girl in his sight. His eyes uplifted over, seeing a new thing that astounds him. "What in goodness is that?". He couldn't comprehend a full-sized view. A bulldozing vehicle slammed on the back of the car, causing the car to uncontrollably spin around. As it spun on and on, the car's landing contacted on the side of bridge, rupturing it, breaking the pieces on that side to plummet to the waters.
The boy had somehow recovered quarter a minute following the the spinning-dive the car was forced to perform. His eyes was spreading at his surroundings, slowly realising he was at the timing point of potentially falling to his death. He glanced to his left, realising the girl had somehow recovered in spite of feeling really dizzy. He turned his sighting to the driver. He extends his body outstretched to the unconscious driver's side. The kid hastily drew his arm on the driver's back-side, shaking him off from his sleep. Terror began raising inside the boy and the girl's bodies, the fear struck on them. "Wake up now! Please wake up!", he cries, persisting to wake the driver up. He heard no answer. Noises disappeared in the car except the sound of hearing the car slowly slithering down. The kids' horror increased on high top levels. They short seconds later heard a sound of a grappler fired. The two twirled around to seek the noise behind that. There, terror is slightly refrained from breaking them apart. The wearing of hope illuminating over them. They saw it before their feeble eyes: a man practically wearing black attire, wielding a grappler, that shot a grappling hook to the back of the car. He then saw that silhouette figure spinning his body around to fire another grappling hook, thus prolonging the car from ultimately falling down the waters, providing the three people inside the car enough time to get out.
Year: 2032
An all-out cover of blackness ceases the endless wave of colours to appear before its presence. The little tiny taps of vibrations occurring in every side. The hands rearing, closing in. The sullen glimpses of this wholly darkness finally dissipates, shredding parts of itself, opening to the visual sight of everything very vivid. Everything was bright. Veil of light intensifies in manifold. Vision materialising itself to the sighting of a desk, a board, and a humanoid figure, whom gazed at him with a worrisome look.
"Benjamin", a female voice called out.
The sanctified voice immediately exploded the boy's realisation he was asleep. He lifted his head up, eye-lining with the teacher before him.
The female figure gestured a hand pointed on a spot on a desk in front of the boy.
He understood what she was referring to, immediately taking the book up on his hands. His eyes concentrated on his book, pretending to absorb his focal point at the lines relating to a certain topic of a certain subject. Adjusting to the sanctuary of silence and drilling peace, he spent five minutes reader. Each minute, he rapidly changed between multiple pages, not seeking any fun or motive to continue thrusting on it. Following the last five minutes, he heard a familiar bell ringing, which easily and swiftly caught the boy's vigilance.
An adult woman stood up from the seat, she covered the remainder of her time in, spreading her sight over everyone. She signalled and voiced out everyone to leave, at the same time reminding her students regarding the school's offer of a summer school.
The boy, whom had finally packed his things inside his bag, turned to steer to the exit of the glass. His legs start to hop forward, walking on.
"Benjamin", a very strong well known face called to the boy.
Ben promptly turned his eyes to his teacher's side. He registered the teacher closing the distance between them, subsequent to seeing her kneel down to eye-level with Ben.
"You've been characteristically quiet", the teacher addressed. "Usually, the holidays do excite you".
"I was just thinking about the vacation", Ben addressed.
"Summer planning becoming a little hard. Okay", the teacher retorted. "I'm certain you will have a wonderful holiday. Just stay out of trouble. And make sure not to push yourself so hard".
"I'll be positive", Ben replied, shaping his lips in a weak smile, displayed towards the female.
Leaving the school premises at once, Ben's place settles in the outskirts of school. He discerned the same moody field he had always been aware of. Though the sun emits light's spread over him and the land, Ben would view everything so boring he would rather be sited in the infinite darkness. He directly stood his eyesight at a pair of figures walking to his end.
"Well hello there Branson's little son. Being the less lightening mood type", an older male commented, finally reaching to Ben's end. The commenter rolled to his partner's side. "J.T.. What do you reckon we do with bullies like him?".
J.T. chuckled briefly, eyeing closely at Ben. "Wedgie him, and hang him in that tree over there, Cash", he answered, during the second he fingered an arrow at a branch on a tree her perceived.
"That was rhetorical", he retorted. "But a good idea in case the quiet kid decides not to fork over what we desire". He then bends his upper body, lowering his face closer to Ben's face. "Speaking of desires, since this is the last day of school, I'm going to be a little light over you. Regardless of your brash attitude of avoiding me when I am the one who talks to you. Why not offer me some of your old goodies that you've treasured". Cash extended his hang to Ben's point, shaping his hand in a cup. "Better be all your savings twerp. Cuz we're gonna need all of it".
"Better step away, asshole. Because today isn't the day for you to shove me acted as the bitch under your legs. I'd consider it reverse: you're the bitch", Ben, in a serious and enraged mood, taunted Cash, much to the latter being flabbergasted by Ben's words.
"What'd you say to me you little freak?", Cash exclaimed.
"He said you're a bit-", J.T. was speedily shut down by the intense raging aura of Cash as he quickly turned to eye at him.
"-Can it! I know what he said!", Cash proclaims, rendering his partner to shut his mouth and roll his eyes downwards. Cash eventually rotated to face Ben. "Now listen up freak. I went easy on you. Now you've just made it personal for me. Too bad you won't inch a breath to see what I am about to do to you". When he was speaking, Cash knocked his two fists together. He then readied his left fist outstretched way at the top, backwards, while locking his target on the little boy he grimly gazes. "Remember this: this little punch is the patch you're gonna be crying on till we next meet again". Cash kicks off his fist flying towards Ben, only to have his fist firmly captured. Cash's eyes widened, bolted out of the blue at the outcome that came in his way.
Ben's slightly twists Cash's fist half a clockwise turn, causing Cash to yelp in the painful sensation trickling inside his wrist. "You're the one who's going to be crying after I am about to do as a consideration of the total amount of pain you have inflicted on everyone in this school", Ben declared, deathly glaring at Cash, subsequent to spreading his death glare on J.T., whom appeared terrified.
A few minutes later...
A person emerged from the school's entrance. It casually walked forth, having a greater sensation driven from being tranquilised. That changed when it stumbled upon seeing two kids hung on the arm of a tree metres away from its side. It shaped a shocked expression, seeing the duo's whining and fearfulness blazes, as well as them begging for someone to pick them down, which this person is keen to get them down, in addition to questioning how they got themselves tangled over a tree.
Walking along the footpath, Ben rode steps forward. His eyes are on a recreational vehicle, at the same time perceiving a recognisable figure before his eyes. He shaped a weak smile, responding to a man's bright waves at him.
Ben got in place on the side of an RV, standing in front of his grandfather.
"I'm sorry for being late", Ben apologises, looking up at his grandpa, whom is presently dressed in a red polo shirt, and wearing pale grey-blue pants.
"No. No. There's no need to apologise, Ben. I'm glad you could make it", said grandpa. He then gestured Ben to come inside his RV. "I thought I was going to have drive in front of your school". His eyes latched on Ben as the latter reaches inside the doorway, ultimately entering the vehicle.
Ben tilted to his grandfather's side. "I don't think it would keep me in a good determination, Grandpa. Just trying to keep myself fit with new challenges", Ben reassures him. He then walked deeper inside, entering in a small space. His direction turned to the windshields, fantasising a course all the way to the other side. That stopped when Ben spun to perceive someone else in the RV, someone very known to him.
"Resolution. I see you're still into your usual training", Grandpa responded, resurfacing the brief talk they had. Coming inside the RV, he rolled to the cockpit, readying the course to the place of his precise intent on entering.
Ben rolled to his grandpa's side. "Grandpa, mind if I ask what she is doing here?", he inquired, holding his fingers floated on another face.
His grandfather spun to Ben's direction. "What was-?", he shut himself up when he realised what Ben was referring to. "Oh, forgot to address that I thought it'd be fun if the three of us would having a relaxing summer together. Just the three of us: me, you and Gwen. Since we never really spent a time together after what happened 2 years ago". said Grandad.
Ben sat on a seat, opposite of the one Gwen sat on. "You can do us both a favour by trying not to recall it, Grandpa", said Ben, eyeing at window at his left side. Both his eyes labelled on as solidified balls. Ben didn't expect it to happen. He thought one torture was enough, but having an additional bonus of pain mound on Ben would cause him to have severe pressure. Flames crackling inside his body. Every bit nibbled into the fire. His hand rounded up into one tightest fist ball, pressing thinner than the skinniest man alive. Veins popping up on the surface of his hand as Ben's pounce of anger intensifies.
Grandpa notices Ben's expression, wondering how the little boy would operate when Gwen is in his presence. The grandfather is aware of Ben and Gwen's last approach didn't go substantially great. The things thrown over them caused them to never engage with one another for 2 years, mostly because of Ben. Grandpa knew that loneliness will destroy him. Though he had set up a vacation for his grandson to go with him, he thought tagging Gwen would somehow reconstruct those pieces together. He was very aware of the things that caused Ben to have this attitude, and he didn't blame him.
Meanwhile, away from Earth...
One ship bolting across the stars and space it covers. It sped fast at top speed, although the energy strongly drained, causing the spacecraft to be in a very bad condition. No route is chanced to succeed an attempt in escaping. Nothing is considered potential. Thrusters are at their weakest point. Continuing to skid across the spaces, a draw of struggle shapes in the situation between this ship and one large ship behind it.
One large ship fired its blasters aimed at a small ship.
The small ship shifted to a different point, dodging the red destructive wave. It then received another blast, which the ship avoided by moving to its top direction. The next blast was aimed at its route, which the ship instantly shifted to the left direction, while facing the front direction for primarily driving forward.
That large ship expanded its crimson blast to a bigger size, bulldozing at the target.
The ship's persistence led to another attempt in being kept away from the blast by elevating downwards.
In another domain, light years far from Earth...
A being, empowered with immense power and strength beyond anything the Universe throws at it, now forced to lie in a glass containment cell that's filled with liquid. Its face was mostly scarred in black that cracked in reaching up to the sides of its eyes. Dry black liquid stained on both sides of its heads. Its mouth covered with a mask. Its fiery red eyes glared at a virtual floating screen flying metres off his eyes. The face shaped in a darkened demeanour, displayed by its face showing a keen look of building some excitement.
The screen suddenly changed into a figure, which gazed at the sitter. "My Lord. We have finally reached the ship, and we are ready to intercept it through the pacing", one servant addressed.
"Commence in receiving the source due my eyes", the being stated, giving rise to its servants to start a rob on the target. Its face elevated in a sinister and pleasured expression. "I want that power to myself. The most powerful item in the face of the Universe that will restore my influence and presence over this Universe". Its eyes shaped in a threatening look, directing eyes at the flying virtual screen. "Do not fail me Lieutenant. Or the consequences won't end in a thorough manner for you or your group".
The figure, from the floating screen, fearfully nodded with its head a little shaken, responding to its Lord's wishes. "Very well, my Lo-", he was abruptly cut off as soon as he was about to complete his responding line. The screen split and crushed itself in multiple pieces.
Noticing the link between the ruler and the servant was unexpectedly torn, the being, from the containment cell, howled, bursting all front directions from its boosted red eyes.
The ruler's servants gusted back by the intense anger arousing their direction.
"Insects!", the being commented in anger. Its eyes is wrapped in continuous flames.
Two other servants ran to the ruler's side, prior to witnessing the ruler's temptation on destroying its cell. "My Lord! We received news before the ship's demise that the device, we are trying to acquire, has been placed in a pod, automated in launch to a set course", one of the ruler's servants addressed.
This drew the ruler's attention, pinning its fixed-eyes at its two servants. "Where?", it questioned in a demanding tone.
One servant fell his eyes on his pad screen, before looking back up to his lord. "Earth", he uneasily answered.
"Earth?", it exclaimed, while being astounded and annoyed simultaneously. The dark tyrant by then been known of the mentioned planet. The very same planet that agonised it for decades when it intended to conquer the planet, and the Universe multiple times. There was never a materialised fantasy for the lord. "That pitiful planet was believably stuck under my heels up to this day, yet every plan I extinguish drops a hit in a disgusted miracle from those pests, especially my adversary who has long been a thorn in my sight".
"The state you're in, my Lord, you can't go to Earth", one of the being's servants addressed.
"Mind your tongue. Become a scourge, you will be scalded", the tyrant threatened with a tone as dark as the darker side of anything that exists within the Universe.
"I apologise, Lord. Never will that happen again", the servant, whom was threatened, bowed down in begging for forgiveness.
The shredded ruler merely glares at the bowed slave, subsequent to rolling to its cavernous right, capturing the sight of a familiar thing it awaited for. "Go! Now! Find me my prize", the being ordered, prompting the android to take its new course: travelling to Earth.
Earth
Ben, Gwen and their grandfather had travelled to the forests to start a campsite. Grandpa thought he would work out on pumping his grandkids with joy, later realising joy was inhibited in them. Ben took off for a stroll. Gwen is currently preoccupied in her laptop, absorbing her mind without any thoughts resided on the environment.
Grandpa stepped out of the RV. He walked towards Gwen's side as the first sight he seizes was her. "Where's Ben?", grandpa asked, having worry in his mannerism.
Gwen continued to clasped her eyes on the screen. "One guess grandpa, and that's sufficient enough to say that Ben is taking a walk in you-know-where", she declared, briefly directing her eyes at her front direction.
Grandpa gazed at the direction Gwen was referring to. His worry grew more, additionally, his aspects changed deeper. His thoughts reside on hoping his grandson stays safe without any injury or pain inflicted to him.
"If you're really that worried about him?", Gwen said, regaining the prompted grandpa's notice. "We can always take the chance of finding him in case he, you know...".
Grandpa noted Gwen's line, although never responds. Lifting his face up to the same direction he kept locked on, his face built rigid serious face-appearance.
Walking past the trees, pelting forward over the route, Ben threw his legs further and further. His pace was slow. His eyes were closed, hearing the echoes that consistently repeated inside his mind. The same cries and screams Ben had never forgotten. The blending of memories began to pierce his head, rendering his flinging legs to explosively slow down, though he continued moving onwards. Voices emerging in his mind, intensifying into massive lengths, causing him tremble and shake up. His eyes shaped wider and wider. Watery parts riving out from under the lower sides of his eyes. His legs carried on forward, though the pace reduced in each step he crossed. The cycling echoes increasing quite higher. His eyes tightened harder and harder, reducing any space left to discern the light. Ben's eyes shift to the inner light illuminating over him as he transfers his mind to his flashbacks of that day that turned out to be a tragedy Ben hadn't forgotten regardless of the years passed.
Flashback ~ 2 years ago
In some place else...
The day is bright. One car drove over the bridge. Travelling the route on forth, the same car nearly reached the other side of the long stoned-bridge. Two kids happily rattling, while at the same time covering their faces with smiles due to a camera facing them, flashing their faces, producing a picture. The sense of laughter and joy changed. The car, the kids were in, got slammed, causing the the car to spin with no control the driver can stir over the vehicle. This brought about the dizziness in the two kids, only for a temporary time. These two kids recovered, subsequent to realising they are about to fall down to their death. Their arms outreached to the driver, begging him to wake up. No response was made. Their car is slowly sliding further, making it more potential for the car to fall down. During the time the kids are crying and screaming for the driver to wake up, their eyes immediately capture the sight of grappling ropes fastened at the backside of the car these kids are in. Their eyesight caught a silhouette figure with pointy ears, releasing multiple grappling looks on both the backside of the car and the side that this figure shot from its grappling gun, which sustained the car's balance. One kid was about to thank this person, subsequently realising the figure ran off into the brown ashes. He had a questioning expression on why it left, but his attention got forced back to considering the safety of his family. He attempted to save them. He tried to raise his hand, stretching as far as a little boy could throw out. His hand didn't reach it. Everything was fast. A red burst caused the the grappling ropes to split themselves off from the car they attached, causing the vehicle to finally fall down, plummeting to the waters. This was never ever forgotten in the boy's eyes as the last sighting he saw of the two were them plummeting to their deaths.
Present Time
In the forests...
Ben's eyes immediately opened. Opening at the sound of reckless noise coming down in his point. Ben went over to check his two sides, insuring if something appeared. That's when he realised the noise was coming from the skies. Ben lifts his face up. He looked at the skies for a brief few seconds. A bright pale yellow light emerged from the cavernous skies, plummeting at an unrivalled speed due to gravity forcing it down. Ben caught sight of something that pounds his heard that got inflicted by lightning. "A shooting star, or a meteor falling down at my way?", he exclaimed. He turned to his surroundings, trying to sought a spot to preserve himself from receiving any injuries or the chances of death. His eyes glowed broader, unfolding a glimpse of seeing something sheeted under the pale yellow blazes. It was swiftly heading his way, to which Ben realised. "That is definitely a meteor". He would've considered it indefinite as he had never seen an actual meteor aimed to fall on his point. He twirled around, flinging forward. Ben's air started kicking in a tug that caused the latter to lust in. He ran to his opposite direction, attempting to avoid a hit from supposed meteor. Feet swaying on forward, grasping its balance in a steady line, he ran on and on. After a moment of trying to run off, the streak of light slammed heavily on the ground, greatly outstretching its impact towards its everywhere-directions. One of those directions shoved Ben forward, bringing him down to trip, whilst seconds of flying on, to the point of pounding on the ground.
A few seconds later, Ben finally returned to his feet. He turned around, perceiving a crate. Feeling the need to see what is was, Ben walked forward, reaching at the crate. He lowered his sighting down, registering a metallic pod in appearance. His face entered in a astounding expression. Ben didn't know what it was. He wouldn't comprehend what appeared from the skies. The only thing he knew is that it fell from the skies, and it looked more a metal sphere. "Maybe some kind of pod that fell from the shuttle, or one of the Newton's failed advanced creations, which I'd be lying if that were ever the case". Ben's temptations are starting to drive him to step forward. The other side would tell him not to enter. "Appears to be in a fine shape". Right after saying, Ben lightly jumped down, going in the crate. He resumed his regular pace, at the end of short period, reaching to the pod's side.
The pod opens itself apart, revealing something was hidden inside it. A green light emerged from the thing, lightening its appearing for Ben to perceive.
Realisation broke down as Ben comprehended it was a watch, which surprised him. "A watch? What's a watch doing in outer space?", he exclaimed, finding it illogical for a watch to happen to be in space, even if it blew itself upwards to do nothing but float in the outskirts of the planet. Ben's eyes tightly closed in, being curious to pursue on this watch's origins. He shouldn't find it anywhere near shocking. Technology has improved in various nations around up to this day.
The watch continued to glow green.
Ben touching his presence on furthering his curiosity, extended his hand down to the watch. In a slow movement, outstretching down, Ben felt a sensation that would snap him into his sharp senses. He discerned the watch reaching up to his left wrist, eating it as it wore itself over Ben's. Ben bursts back, shaking his left arm. Regardless of shaking his arm at an intensive rate, Ben couldn't get the watch off. Realising he can't get the watch off, Ben grasps on his watch, trying to pull it out.
Out of a sudden, the watch brought about a green pattering outburst that forced Ben to fly back high, instantly leaving the crate. Ben flying back, he crashed at a directed tree, causing the tree to stutter, whilst Ben slid to touch on the ground.
Minutes passing away, Gwen kept on preoccupying herself on her laptop.
On the other hand, grandpa was still observing at the numerous trees distances away from his end. He gazed at the direction where Ben had last crossed through. Concern and worry was unmovably sitting over his head. "Ben's been gone awhile", he addressed, indirectly speaking with Gwen. "Well, guess he can't get out into too much trouble out here".
"Unless he winded up with bear food", Gwen jokingly regarded, twisting her face to eye-line with her grandfather, whom also gave a mere scowl at Gwen, finding it less funny. "Last I checked, this forest was never turned into a technological paradise". She discerned at grandpa's expression, which didn't change Gwen's expression. "I can dream, can't I?".
Ben opened his eyes, slightly recovering from the shockwave that surprisingly sent him off. His eyes then dropped down on looking down at his watch. "What is it with this thing? Are you a sentient watch who's spirit is brought out from the underworld? Even though I have seen and heard of supernatural occurrences, you better not be haunting me", said Ben, during the moment he was messing with the watch's surface where the green colour is displayed, touching on the edge of it. Circling it around, Ben triggered his watch to pop up the the surface plate of the watch to rise up. Ben's facial appearance bolted more of the blue. Afterwards, the plate changed its green shape appearance into a 2D diamond-shaped plate where seconds later appeared a humanoid figure who's head is sparkly pointy up. Ben has seen watches that have their own unique abilities that certainly stir over the standard watches Ben had seen before. Albeit, this watch gave Ben a different sensation. The feeling of the watch calling out to him, which mesmerised Ben, forcing the latter to lose his state of conscious. With no control over himself, Ben's finger kicked in, closing down at the watch. A touch between the finger and plate released a light touchy explosion, engulfing Ben.
Veiled in the green, Ben's state of consciousness has recuperated. He afterwards registered his surroundings in nothing but pattering black dots and a pale green background. His concern came down at undergoing a feeling from his left wrist. Large dark red crumbs sheeted around his wrist, crawling up to the whole of his arm. Duplications of the crumbs covered Ben's torso, his legs, his other arm, then his face, especially all over his eyes. Having large crumbs shrouding his body, Ben's body enlarged itself to that of an adult's size. Yellow lines began to emerge on each and every space of his body. Yellow lines growing out all of his body, subsequently, his head was fully covered in big flames. The only thing seen from the flames is a face, coloured the same as his body looked like. His hands outgrew themselves to have glowering yellow hands, in addition to the size expanding out inhumanly. Following the transformation, Ben analysed the change, frightened at this sudden appearance. This was not what Ben had planned on having, neither did he wish to hold the aspects of what an adult would look like. There are so many things he had to come across. This is either the end for his life or only the end of Ben's life. He looked at this two hands, later on realising his head is shrouded one fire. He screamed, panicked and scared. He has the sensation. It was very similar to the past times when he felt a glimpse of the real fire at his earlier ears.