Jungle Ben 10 fury
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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ANNOUNCEMENT!
I'M GETTING A BOOK PUBLISHED!
SUMMARY:
On the 13th day of the 13th month of the 13th year...magic will return to the world...and the streets will run red with the blood of the (semi)innocent...unless the world is saved by the most unlikely of hero's...baking cupcakes?!
The title is '13/13/13' and it'll be coming to a bookstore or E-Book site near you! Xilbris is the publisher, also available at Amazon, Inkitt and BarnesandNoble.
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10 year old Ben smirked, time to go in for the kill! He throws down his cards, "Ha! Take that banker!"
Everyone else in the group of kids playing cards behind a warehouse groaned. Cash glares at Ben. "Ben, for the fifteenth time, were playing POKER." His buddy J.T. just shakes his head annoyed...
Ben blushed, "Uh, do-over?" "Nope." Said Cash as he threw down his straight flush with a smile.
Ben groans, he looks through his wallet. It's completely empty... "Uh, dang I'm tapped out...Can I just give you my Summo Slammer watch?"
"You mean...this watch?" Said J.T. smugly as he pulled up his sleeve to reveal the watch Ben lost 5 turns ago...
Ben chuckled nervously, "Oh...right..." He gulped as the other guys started to get up from their chairs impatient and surround him.
"Uh...could I give you an I.O.U?"
"No, but we'll accept collateral."
Ben frowned, "Collateral? With what? I literally don't have anything on me except the clothes on my back!"
Cash smirks thoughtfully, "Now there's a thought..."
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A now very NAKED Ben glares from behind a bush, "Jerks!" He shouts angry. "Have a good streak home, Ben!" He and his buddies laugh as the bike away, twirling Ben's clothes over their heads triumphantly.
Ben starts to shout some VERY nasty profanities that would usually guaranteed to get his mouth washed out with soap-
SHUT IT! I'M NAPPING!
Shouts some crotchety old man from nearby two-story window. Ben blushes as he realizes that drawing attention to himself now was probably not the smartest idea...
He quickly looks around...the good news, the place he'd been dropped off was fairly deserted...the bad news was he didn't recognize this part of town...WORSE this was clearly a very rough neighborhood...Ben needed to get out fast!
Risking it, he streaked a couple blocks with little issue...but then...
HONK!
Ben panics and he sees a LONG line of buses heading this way FULL of people! Quickly, he jumps through a open door in a nearby building.
JUNGLE-CON
Ben is stunned by the weird convention within. It seemed to be dedicated specifically to the 'wild boy, jungle princess, or wild man' genre. There was trees, animal cages, memorabilia, statues of Tarzan, Mowgli and Pyrénée, also...
"LOINCLOTHS!" Said Ben Happily to himself! It was a bit weird, but it was better then nothing!
He quickly tries to put an average sized one...but it promptly slips off...much to Ben's embarrassment...he realizes that his 'shortcoming' , would be a bit of a problem here...he tries to put smaller one on but those fall off too! His 'wick' was so small and his body so scrawny they just slide right off!
Hearing people start to enter, Ben quickly grabs some other loincloths and jumps into a nearby plastic 'hut'.
As soon as he left, an Orange haired girl the same age wearing a leopard pelt walked through the door and headed to the table where all the loincloths had been displayed before Ben tore through them.
She looks at them annoyed and tries to look through them. She snarls and face-palms, "Confound that stupid Argit, he was supposed to put it here! He can forget about the rest of the payment!" She takes a deep breath, "Stay calm Gwendylon...maybe he just put it on the wrong display? Just focus and hurry, everything depends on this!" She rationalizes as she runs off to do just that...
Meanwhile, an oblivious Ben was still trying to find a loincloth small enough to fit him inside the hut...
'If I weren't too busy panicking over someone seeing me, I'd be more mortified by this.' Thinks Ben as a tiny loincloth clearly made for a boy HALF his age slipped off him...
Soon, only the smallest one was left. It was a funky one, it was black, green and had weird writing scrawled all over it. Worse, it was so small it would only barely cover a Christmas light...which sadly meant it was perfect for Ben...
Ben sighed as he put it on...sure enough... it fit...and glowed?
"Huh, neat. A glow-in-the-dark loincloth...this is almost enough to make up for my bruised ego..." Thinks Ben to himself.
He pauses to briefly look out, sees that it's packed...and takes a deep breath.
'Okay Ben...just play it cool...your 'technically' not naked...your just a jungle nerd cosplaying and walking about with your fellow nerds at a convention...perfectly normal here...just stroll around until you find some REAL clothes...then get OUT.' Thinks Ben to himself, he then marches out and tries to walk as casually out of the hut as possible, arms swinging in a jovial way, even giving a little innocent whistle...
Ben smirks to himself as no one was screaming or even seemed to be looking at him, 'Ben Tennyison you are one cool cucumber.' He compliments himself...
Little did he know; t his 'plan' wasn't as foolproof as he thought...
The reason no one was looking at him, was because no one wanted to make eye contact with a clearly unhinged boy who was practically naked!
'What is that boy doing?'
'Typical, there's always the one weirdo who's actually dumb enough to wear nothing but a loincloth to these things...'
'Uh, he knows we can see how small his dick is, right?'
'Don't make eye contact, if he's crazy enough to wear nothing but THAT. What else is he willing to do?'
'Should we call security?' 'Forget it! We still have bad publicity from last years 'if jungle boys can go topless, why can't Jungle girls?' riot last year! That boy is a 'inappropriate for children' lawsuit waiting to happen! No, just tell all the stall owners to not serve him anything and ignore him...eventually he'll leave...then he'll be someone else's problem!'
Oblivious to this, Ben continued on looking for REAL clothes...oblivious to all the pictures covertly being taken of him that would make him a laughingstock...
Gwen meanwhile, was discretely looking through ever stall...desperately searching for her goal...
"Hey you can't be back here said a stall owner who caught her rummaging in the back. in the blink of an eye, Gwen pulled out her blowdart and whipped around to shot a knock-out dart into his neck...she quickly helps him onto a chair and puts a 'closed sign on the stall. She then goes back to searching...
Ben walks by that very stall and is annoyed by yet ANOTHER closed sign!
"Dang it, what is up with today? Everytime I go near a stall, it closes. Everytime I try to go into a demonstration, the doors shut on me due to 'maximum capacity' being reached and the guides are always ont he phone and running away from me!"
He sighs, he didn't like to do this...but it looked like he'd have to jsut steal some clothes...their had to be a dressing room nearby, right? That was a thing at nerd conventions, wasn't it? Where else would nerds get dressed into geeky costumes?
As he walks out of sight, Gwen angrily bursts out of the stall panicky and annoyed. she looks at her writs watch...
She didn't have time for this! It was only a matter of time before HE returned...
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meanwhile, deep with the dark heart of Africa, within a temple with no name, belonging to an empire who's very ashes had long since forgotten by the descendants of those who'd conquered them...
An ancient lock began to break...
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