A/N: The end is in sight, my dearies. Only a few chapters left. Kevin's POV.

Disclaimer: Idea by Crushed Hale.x, written by Skylark Evanson, characters by an of Action.

To kill him wasn't just a quest. It was a mission; it was my duty.

It may look like a petty little thing, something stupid. It's not just an old wound that still needs to be licked. It's not just another scar that I bear. It's what gave me all the other wounds and scars. It's what turned me into a monster before, and it's what's ruined me again. Ben's always been staining my hands red with blood. Dark, thick, sticky red blood.

I used to be innocent. I used to be. I was innocent a long time ago, unable to even hurt a fly. Literally. And four years in Hell can turn me from an innocent into a murderer.

Ben was going to feel my full wrath. I wouldn't spare him. Why did he deserve mercy when I had been shown none as a child? Maybe he'd been kind to me once, offering to take me in that one time after I had nearly burned that bridge in New York, but that was all. After I had turned him down once, there was no going back for me. None.

And stupid me for trusting his cousin. Wait, let me rephrase that. Trust isn't the right word. Stupid me for loving his cousin. She was my whole world, my life, my everything. I'd been determined to protect her from anything that would leave a scar on her soul and now she was stabbing me in the back with a knife, unbeknownst to her that I was ready to finish off her cousin in a heartbeat. All I had to do was find him.

Gwen had been babbling enough in the bus ride here and everything else for me to get my bearing around Bellwood. Little things like how far the walk was, what direction I would have to walk, approximately how many streets I would have to cross, how many lights there would be, the style of his house, how the garage was, and all that jazz. I'd learned a little bit. At least enough. That was it. That was all I needed to know so that I could track him down and take him out.

As I paced down the perfect cement sidewalk down that perfect street in that perfect town in that perfect place, I knew that this wasn't where I belonged. Trailer parks were more my speed. And if not trailer parks, subway stations. Or a cardboard box. I didn't belong in a piece of perfection. I only ruin perfect. Harvey told me that right before I left. I figured he didn't mean it, but that didn't mean it took away the hurt.

The reason I needed to take down Ben wasn't because of what he did to me. It was because he had let his cousin have her life ripped away, have her whole entire being torn into a different dimension, leaving whatever she had loved and cherished behind to live in a world of eternal suffering and never-ending bloodshed. Gwen was too innocent to be tortured with that. Some of us belong in places where we know when the end will come. Some of us need to be reminded that we're beautiful and don't belong in Hell. I was the former, she the latter.

I was getting her cousin because he had let her rot in that prison for so long. I had helped her along, if you want to call it that, but she was never meant to be in there in the first place. I had never bothered to ask how she had gotten in there in the first place just as she never asked anything about my past. They're not the same thing, but about as close as either of us were willing to touch with a ten-foot pole.

So when I came up on his house and found that the front door was open, I wasn't afraid. I stepped right up on his driveway and walked up towards that open front door as a blonde woman walked past the see-through screen with a basket of laundry balanced on one hip. She paused as if the corner of her eye had caught the sight of me before she swiveled her head in the direction of the other side of the house and called out, "Ben, one of your friends is here!"

If only she knew how big of a lie that was.

Without going any further, I stopped about halfway up his driveway and just stood there with my hands in my pockets and my eyes staring at that front door, waiting for the boy who ruined my life to emerge from within the house. Because he was going to pay.

The first thing I saw was the flash of his green eyes as he appeared from the left of the door. His hair was still a shaggy mop of brown as it had been years ago, and he still wore that goofy smile and wore that big, clunky watch on his wrist. The thing of my demise. That watch ruined my life. Forever.

It only took him a moment to recognize me. I wasn't a lean-built, shaggy-haired, creepy little kid anymore. I was big enough to beat him senseless. It wasn't hard to see the fear that was suddenly flickering in his eyes. He knew it was me. It only took him a few seconds to figure it out. I hadn't changed much. Just gotten taller, a little bit more muscular, much more dangerous. I wasn't a monster anymore, physically at least, but I was still deadly. Especially to someone who had double-crossed me and treated me like I was nothing more than road kill. I was just another speed bump on his way to hero-dom.

His face was instantly twisted into an expression of horror and overwhelming terror, the blood draining from his face. I only wished it had been the blood draining from his body by my hand. "Kevin," he breathed just barely loud enough for me to hear as he still stood inside of that screen door that separated us.

"Yep, Benji." I couldn't stop that sinister smile from spreading across my face. It was just so good to finally be within reach of that objective that I'd been aiming for the entire time of my imprisonment. All that time, I'd wanted him to fall under my hand for what he did to me, to us. I hadn't been the only one to suffer because of his mistakes. I deserved what I got, sure, but Gwen didn't. And he didn't save her. And he didn't rescue her. So why did he deserve my mercy?

Ben gave me one good look over. He was still small and scrawny to me. I towered at least a head over him. At least. He was scrawny, no muscle on his tiny build. He was just a fourteen-year-old kid. I was so much more than him. So much more dangerous, so much more deadly. Brutal, if you will.

People have always said that your experiences shape who you are. I'll just say that I'm pretty sure my experiences will allow me to kick his ass. "You ready to finish what we started, Tennyson?" I hissed through gritted teeth, rage flushing my face. He was the one who had ruined me. He was the one who had ruined Gwen. And for our suffering, he would pay dearly.

He rolled up one sleeve of his green jacket, peeling it back to show that watch in all its glory. "It's hero time!" But he couldn't slap his hand down on the dial of that watch. Not yet.

Because that was when the glow of pink behind me made us stop dead in our tracks, me turning to see Gwen as he stared at her with his mouth agape and wide, horrified eyes. His impossible future had finally come true; my wishes had finally become a reality. And Gwen was going to try and stop me. Go freaking figure.

A/N: Struggling. This is why I have to write all in one sitting or else it gets choppy and bad. Reviews are appreciated, but I don't feel like this chapter deserves them.

~Sky