AN: Hey everyone! Got out of school early today and couldn't wait for the new Ben10: Ultimate Alien to premiere tonight. So in order to pass the time I shall update with another chapter of Black Depths and Emerald Orbs. Don't forget to review at the end! :)
Kevin's POV:
It was the same nightmare again. It always was. Never different. Never changing. And if it did change in any way, it only made it that much worse. Sometimes I had to stay awake all night just so I could be free of the pain for a full 24 hours. Of course in the morning I would be tired and that much more irritable. So I had to sleep every once in a while.
But when I did stay awake, I had way to much time to think. Eventually I started working on my car at night to pass the time. Then working on my car became a habit during the day. That's why I work on my car so much. Because it's a habit. Nothing more. Of course I love my car and all, but I have more important things in my life now, like Gwen.
Oh Gwen. The nightmares always started with her. We would be out fighting some alien and she would always get hurt. Sometimes I would get to her too late and she would be gone. By 'gone' I mean, well you know. I can't say the word. It brings the pain back. It becomes unbearable.
But the nightmares don't stop there. I guess my conscious decided that the old nightmares weren't causing me enough pain. So then the nightmares would change. It was no longer some random alien that would hurt Gwen. It was me. Me in my mutant form.
She would always tell me that she still loved me the way that I was. She would always say that she didn't care what I looked like and that Ben wouldn't either. I never listened though. I couldn't. I was out of control again. No longer in control of my actions. And I would watch Gwen get hurt by me. Sometimes even more than that. Again, I'm sure you know what I mean, because I can't say it. I would look at her broken body for no more than a second.
And that's when I would wake up. And even though I only saw her body for a second, I could never forget what she looked like. The pale white skin of her face that would never turn red when she was angry or embarrassed again. Her hands that looked so cold and still, that would never wield her mana again. And her eyes. Her eyes that were glazed over and would no longer reveal to me what she was thinking or feeling.
I knew that I would never forget that image that my mind conjured up. I knew that I couldn't let this happen. That I couldn't go back to what I was. And that I sure as heck wasn't going to let Gwen end up "gone". So I would make sure that I wouldn't become what I was again. And I would protect Gwen with my life.
Now I usually don't try to learn anything from dreams or experiences. That's just not my style. And I sure as heck don't go out of my way to make sure that I do something or don't do something because of a dream.
But just this once, I was willing to make an exception.
AN: Well I was actually intending on writing another comedy chapter. But I've been having some guy trouble lately and I guess the angsty-ness just needed to come out. So anyway I would really appreciate it if you would click that little button below and tell me what you think :)
