Summary; Hola and welcome to the hell and chaos that is my so called story. In this Chapter their'll be a description of Bolt, who is refrenced in Chap. 1. Len " finds" Ben, again. And Scott's drunk... I mean really drunk...

Louc S. Swarm : Ok I'll telll you where I'm going with this... lean forward, whispers I have no idea. Shh. Don't ell anyone.

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( a/n each chapter is named after a song. This one is by the Dresden dolls.)

( That fateful day when Ben met Len)

" How" Ben dream spoke to Len.

Dream Len smiled, black blood spilling from his lips with each word" We'll have to connect, it might hurt alittle. But thats how."

Dream Ben knew this wasn't a dream. A memory of a true event with a few added minute details, details that pre-black blood ben would have never thought of.

Dream Ben looked around him and saw his father in a orange suit, elaborate in detail, something he did not own. His sister Kristi wearing a red dress clutching at their father's arms who waved pennies up high above her head, smiling and laughing manically.

Dream Ben looked back at Dream len, away from Dream Papa and Dream Kristi. " You'll know where I am? always"

" Always" Dream Len answered holding a bird. A beautiful bird, made of blue fire. " Its electric."

Dream Ben reached out in amazement ot hte Blue Fire Bird. Dream Len pulled it back quickly and closed his fist around it" Are you sure? I might just show up for no reason at all. You don' t want me around whenever do you"

Dream Ben nodded.

" ok" Dream Len opened his fist again and the Bird appeared again.

this time Dream Ben touched it and it went into him. Through his fingers , up his arms, completely circulating through his body. He felt pain, but it didn't hurt it felt almost like pleasure. It boruhgt back bitter sweet memories of his mother that he'd never had before. Of Real Papa before he became real mean and Real Kristi when she use to smile and not know when people were crying or sad. It brought him back to his old self, his old ways of eating mud, but their were things he didn't quite understand.

Memories that weren't his. Blood splattered on sticks, power, hunger, greed and addiction that he never knew in his short six years of age. And something even greater called " getting fucked" ? He knew the word vbut it had never been used in a good way before, skin on skin, hollow tips and lover's lips? What were these.

He didn't know, but Dream Bena dn Real ben saw odd images everywhere now, Real Ben and Dream Ben thought diffrently, saw dangers that Old Ben would have never thought of before, but now Ben wasn't just Ben abd he knew it.

He kept seeing flashes of len in the short few hours they'd spoken. His face appeared out of nowhere, in the mirror of the bathroom at school, at the library when he asked for Flowers in the Attic. When he stood in front of Kristi that night after hte meeting with Len.

The Face spilling black blood kept appearing.

Not that Ben minded the company-

( Wilson Public Elementry School, Mrs. Monk's first grade class)

" Alright, children! Recess"

Ben woke with a start and took a momment to sort out Real Ben form Dream Ben and Occasionally There Len, before taking his " girlfriend" Mary Sue's hand and head out with the rest of the students.

( Mink Bar at 1 pm.)

Scott Summer's is drunk. No not drunk, shit-faced wasted. 7 drafts in front of him, this was the problem that had made Xavier

decide to have Strom in charge of the X- team now instead of the once loyal and all around good guy leader that everyone looked to.

" Ya kno' 'Ogan" he slurred to Logan who had recieved a call from The Mink's owner to come and pick up his drunkened friend.

" i neva deserved hurr. ya kno' I love' hurr, bu' she ne- needed someon' strong. And look a' me' 'Ogan" he layed his head down on the counter , he played with his lip and drooled. " Nothin' bu a drunk."

Logan patted his back" I know buddy, come on. Lets get you outta here"

Blach. A stream of pea green and orange vomit spewed all over Logan's shoes. Scott pulled his head back, like a hurt puppy afraid of a rolled up newspaper. But Logan had softened in the past year since Jeanie's death. Someone had to take care of the near suicidal Scott who had nothing to live for. Logan had Rogue, his sweet troublemaker , much like him. almost too much.

Logan only smiled at Scott" Don't worry, pal. Lets get you home" Logan gave a small wave goodbye to the bartender.

" "Ogan I Love you, man" Scott cried at the top of his lungs as Logan half carried him out to the car.

" I know, One-eye. I know."

( New Orleans airport)

" If Remy wanted to get out of dis town, Where woul' remy go" Remy looked up at the bored showing flights out of the state. He scrratched his head and shook his brown-red hair. "Ennie- meenie-minee-mo. N'York here we go."

( Somewhere secreat)

" he killed my son" the quite voice spoke in hte dark. So quite it was almost drowned out byt the steady drops of water falling through the leaky roof.

a man of bulk sat on a crate, his back against the wall, his eyes permenatly watered down from years of suffering. His left hand trembled in anticipation. His right hand shot out and grabbed the arm of a lean man, he looked up at him.

" where is he" he asked. " where is the boy? the freak who killed my son"

" I-I-I" in the darkness of shadow his face could not be seen but the sound of fear in his voice shone trough the place as bitter sun. " I-I-I'm s-ssorry, Mr. Bolt... After the incident wi- with his m-mother. we- we- we- los-lost him."

" oh" bolt released him and looked to the other facees in the dark, dimmly illuminated by a small gas lamp. " You don't know where he is." the superior man stood from the crate and sighed.

CRACK, the sound of the firghtened man hitting the stone wall rang throughthe room, truer then any bell, breaking several ribs ( or at least brusing them). He reached down and lifted him up in a quick almost liquid grace movement. with his left hand he stroked his cheek.

" Who am I"

" b-Bolt, the great and all mighty savior's image" he gasped through crushed lungs.

"What is my purpose" Bolt's quite voice mocked him a bit.

" to build, to create a New World and to destroy the de-demons that plague this one."

" Good. Now... Find me that freak."

Nothing lasts forever not even the End.

( a/n notice the comparison between the song and the chapter? Just goes to prove. I have no creativity.Lol)

a late april day and it's sunny outside
and a red little girl's at the top of a slide
and an an orange old man at the bottom
wants to take her for a ride
as she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles
pennies crash down from the sky
and he tells her he'll take her away where it's safe
and of course it is a lie
she's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up
and her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle
but her smile is wide and her legs are spread wider
her hair growing long and her hips getting larger
past getting brighter
light growing weaker...
she is halfway down now but the man is impatient
shakes change in his pocket he might have to wait but she's coming...
she's coming...

who are you blaming?
they're just playing!
that's a good one...
who left the playground
a good decade before the bell rang?

as she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer
the splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it
the pennies were loaded and as they exploded
she starts to spin out of control...
her eyes are now closing her sleeves are unrolling
up past her head and her veins are all showing
not that she noticed she's thoroughly focused on
one old man who's laughing...
who's laughing...
dont' worry
i've got you
don't worry
i've got you

the orangeman got you...