Disclaimer: This is a parody inspired by the works of Ed Greenwood, Wizards of the Coasts and Cartoon Network. All characters that I have not created or borrowed from other sources are theirs. This is a Fan fiction and not meant to violate the rights of those who own the rights to the Forgotten Realms or Ben 10 Series. I have no money and therefore not a good suing target. Thank you very much.

Forgot-10 Realms

"They say the first kill is the hardest. They're completely wrong. Every kill is the hardest."

Ben Tennyson

Chapter Six

Ben had been in the middle of a dream of being home again, only for him to be dragged off from his home by some monster or force. When he was awaken by a cry or a scream, he wasn't awake enough to think about the difference. Popping up from bed he could feel something slimy and gross touch him, and then his muscles locking up. His eyes opened at his defenselessness and sees... it.

It being a disguising create which was human like with skin which seemed to be an unmixed mash of colours. Deep reddish mixed with sploches of puke green and sickened yellow. Tentacles dripped from it's human like mouth and jaws, not the even multiples like Vilgax, but two or three long ones with a number of smaller ones. More like a squid then an octopus like Ben's archenemy. Only a squid designed by a drunk and/or crazy mind. It was dressed in old, mismatched and poor quality armor as well as rags. Save for well maintained colour around it's necks. Plus their was not just one of them. There were at least three or four of them.

The gross thing which had seemed to paralyze Ben save his eyes, was one of the tentacles which had wrapped around the male hero's arm. However his new friends had moved to get up and fight as they grabbed their weapons, prepping their spells. He was not sure which of them who had cried out, but they were in battle and he could not help them now. Who was helping them was Rowan's gondsman.

'Thank god for mystical medevil robots. Whatever paralyzing poison these guys have is useless against a machine. Come one girls, kick some butt. Cause I can't right now. And now I'm beng kidnapped. Great for my hero rep.' thought Ben as the creature tried to life him up and move him to the window.

He could see the spells effects of light and other energies which seemed to hit and blast as close to the monsters as possible. However, the duo or trio which had been left behind were doing a great job distracting from his capture. The creature which had paralyzed him was taking him out of the in and onto the streets of Waterdeep before stopping, likey looking for witnesses to be avoided. Ben wanted to call out, wanted to strike back, wanted to use the Omnitrix to use an alien to neutralize the poison making him stuck like this. The catch was he was kept from moving and couldn't do anything he wanted to get himself out of this situation. He had to wait for help.

Back in the room...

The twisted hobgoblins which had attack their room so suddenly as to cause the harden wizard to call out, were on the offensive as they fought back with what they had. Taindra was using most of her simple spells to fight the monsters, as well as some other magics to summon help. But the beasts seemed to be made of harder stuff, as they took blow after blow.

Gearsbloom, Rowan's gondsman, had more success against the monster. Normal gondsman were technological wonders, Rowan had made sure to make specialized modifications to the basic designs to enpower the contsruct. Including the ability to flick out a shrunken sword which enlarged when in it's hands. With the resources of the churches of Gond, she had upgraded the sword. A mighty flaming longsword activated with magic fire around the steel blade, burning the enemy as the artificial humanoid slashed with the weapon. The specialized changes in the being which allowed it to mimic the battle skills of master swordsman being one of the tiefling's proudest innovations.

Gearsbloom had used those advantages to slice through the number of monsters they were fight against, while the tiefing and elf provided backup. Soon the hobgoblins were dead, but their bodies were strange. Leaking greenish ooze rather then red blood, before the ooze started to turn a sickening greenish-black on contact with air. It also smelled like a old used jake after a whole tavern had a case of diarhea. Then someone set fire to all of that shit.

'Still this is not the problem we have to deal with yet. We have to find and save Ben. I get the feeling who ever sent the monster is not someone who should have Ben or his Omnitrix. So...' thought Talindra as she called out her friend, "We have to move and rescue Ben."

The cleric nodded and got as much of their gear as they could with their limited time. Then they jumped from the window to the streets below. The elf used her skills in observations which her people were known for and noticed the signs of something being distrubed going one way. Forward and backwards, which was heading to a back alley. The women nodded silently, speaking without the need of words, and moved down the trail. It was not long before they came upon the goblinoid who lifting up a grate for the sewers, literally heading underground. Ben was stuck on the ground, unable to move.

The wizardress flung her dagger and used spells to increase it's distance as well as it's accuracy of the weapon. The weapon moved to the throat of the beast only to strike at the collar which was on it's neck. The collar broke and shattered, dropping to the ground. The beasts' eyes expanded as one could see the bloody veins in it's eyes grow and enflame. One could see it was in a beserker rage at the moment, like those of a barbarian. Not likely to stop before it had taken all living things with it.

With a half-growl, half-snarl, with hints of gurggling... they knew things had gotten deadly serious at the moment.

Elsewhere...

Thed was intent on getting the power of the bracer of monsters. He had been getting visions of it before it had even arrived in Toril. Visions of the original Omnitrix and the final version which was in Faerun... but also a different version which was a greater weapon. Which is why he was going to the dwarven mathematician and chronomancer for the necessary spells for his plans.

"Clockhammer, have you figured out the necessities I will need for the spells I ask for?" asked the Master of the March as the short and stout man was working on his paper with ink.

"This idea of... what did you call it... yes, evolution of selection. Changing of lifeforms by either natural elements like environment and other lifeforms... or changed by breeding created by intelligent beings. Slowly over time, something I am a specialist in. The changes seem to be easy enough to create, controlling them and stablizing it. That's a much tougher stone to break.

I am getting closer to making this... evolution equation... for your spell casting. Testing my experimental spells on lesser lifeforms such as rats and other small, numerous creatures. The idea of breeding a creature to it's most powerful combative form. A world wide war for millions of years... very good to advance powerful offensive and defensive adaptations. Finding the spell which gets the best of both of those... requires much fine tuning of the spell's formula. Testing both the incantations, the right gestures and the components used to use the spell to the best of it's ability. Which brings me to the list." The dwarven male had brought out a scroll with a number of items numerate into a list. He passed it to wizard/cleric to look at.

"Those are my best guesses on what can be used to finish the spell on the terms you want. Numbered from rarest to the most commmon. I have ideas on focuses which I will give you wen I finish looking at the ingredient for the magic we are creating." continued the Chronomancer, smoothing out his neat and tidy bland brown-grey robes.

"Dragons, demons, slaads... powerful and deadly monsters. I could loose a lot of good men to get them."

"Because they have the elements of time or change to be used in the spell. They might not be needed, I just wanted you to be ready. We could work with the more common elements before we move to the more... costly elements. I never said we couldn't get want we want from materials which we can pick up in any kitchen. This is why we have spell experimentation. I can also work on just the other two aspects of the spell. We might not even have need of a material aspect.

While you think those over, I would like to show you the creatures I have been experimenting with. I have been using normal animals, naturally magic animals and partical breeds. You might be very surprised with the results." continued the dark haired wizard, as he moved to the animals which had been experimented on.

Back in Waterdeep...

Rowan looked at the hobgobin creature who had just gone into a berzerk rage at them. Gearsbloom had taken up the blocking and the up closer fighting while Talinda had moved on the attack from a distance with her spells. The tiefling priestess had focused on her job. Getting as close to Ben as possible and reading the scroll which contained the spell to negate the paralysis while the beast was distracted. Avoiding detection, given the distraction of the other two, managed to get to Ben.

She spoke the words to trigger the spell, "May These Gears Be Oil, Rust Be Banished, and Movement of the Machine Restored!"

The words on the parchment glowed with power as the ink vanished, and Ben glowed as well, which finished with him moving his body. Especially his arms. He moved to the Omnitrix, and said, "It's Hero Time."

Ben shaped shifted into some another figure made of living fire and magma, which he called, "Heatblast!". He then summoned a stream of fire around the hobgoblin monster, the fire between the thing and her friend as well as her gondsman. She figured Ben was trying to deter it and hold it till the guard appeared. Except it ran throught the fire, igniting itself but not seeming to notice the state it was in. It screamed not in pain, but in anger. It pussed, it boiled and it began to melt it's flesh off.

Yet it stilled continued try to attack, to the surprise of those who were there. Gearsbloom defended them as fire had no effect on the mostly metal and treated wood golem. It didn't last for long as the creature burnt up quickly. Ben, or Heatblast, looked in shock as the monster basically did from the flames which he had created. He said, "I didn't mean for him to get burnt to death. "

"No one wants to kill, but it sometimes is necessary when you have monsters out for your blood. Plus the problem with the hobgoblins is there has been something done to them, something which has damaged them physically and mentally. The fact this one went on it's rampage once it's collar was damaged. Whatever was done to them, it wasn't anything good for them" said Rowan as she looked at the charred remains... which seem to be leaking boiled goo.

Ben was still stunned at this turn of events as he had to come to deal with the idea of killing, even accidently. He even didn't noticed as he transformed back into his human form. The cleric of Gond knew this was a big shock to him, though she had trouble with why.

'In his world, there must be less of a need to kill or be killed. The problem is Faerun is going to be filled with those moments, where killing to survive is going to be needed. He has gone from a life with the city watch to a world of a soldier, from killing defensively to killing offensively. Except he's not use to killing. This is not going to be easy to adapt to, but he's going to have to learn to get use to this... else he's not going to live long in this land.

Still, this doesn't mean we have to go around killing whatever we see. We have to find a middle ground for Ben at the moment. Still, bring him back to the room with the dead creatures is not going to be a good idea. Time to get Talindra to pick up our stuff and pay extra to the inn for the damages. Find a new inn while getting ready for an interview for a new company member. Something to distract him while he tries to come to term with what happened. Even if it was an accident... this time.' continued the tiefling as she moved to give him comfort with a hug, something she was normally adverse to. Yet her new friend needed it now, which is why she did it.

The fact he was still shaking was not the best sign of hope.

Hours Later...

Ben was still not getting use to the idea he had killed, no matter how unintentionally it had happened. What was more shocking to his mind was the fact when the Watch arrived, they seemed to treat it as normal, as if this kind of death was not as uncommon as it would have been in his world. Which is why made him remember this was not his world, not his laws, not his culture. The fact he had not way home, given there was one of him there already, meant he had to adapt to his one. A more wild, chaotic world.

Still he was going through the motions for now as he tried to accept previous events.

Which is why he had left with his friends, who had saved him from whatever the monster wanted with him, who had gotten a new inn room. They were now in a bar, looking for a new member of the group they were forming. Looking for roguish characters. Thieves with morals, tomb raiders, bards, locksmith with a sense of adventure. Someone good with traps, sneaking around or other unusual methods of combats. Or even someone who just was better with interactions between people then the three of them. Scribbled on pieces of parchment and other papers, were the names and details of those who might be a good fit. Ben tried to pay more attention as this could effect his future life, but it was hard in his mind set.

They had a list of names, genders, and races. The races Ben asked for more comments on. He was told Faerun had a number of sentient creatures, both good and evil. Some even indifferent to morals as well. Then he had to learn about the different subraces of the more major races, many with different physical and mental changes as well as cuture and personality. Talindra explained how moon elves like herself were more open to other races and upbeat, generally... but another subrace like the sun elves are more reserve as they avoided non-elves and were more melancholy in their general nature. Then there was the evi race of dark elves known as the Drow which worship a demonic goddess. Which didn't sound so good.

Waterdeep's population with the so-called demihumans were mostly one kind per race. Moon elves, Shield Dwarves, Rock Gnomes... Except their migrating population did bring many members of the other subraces. Especially in the movement of the adventuring sector. Many adventurers moved with the caravans, came for the resources in the market, or for the dungeon of the Undermountain... which made it a hub for them. Which gave them a huge selection to choose from. With different powers and abiities.

They had gone through a number of them. Dwarves, gnomes, elves, humans and so on... Each one of the three of them looking for something they could hang their trust on. Which was hard given any number of them could be spies or enemies in disguise given what had been happening, and what was on Ben's wrist. Yet without a skilled expert in the areas they were lacking, they could face even greater threats. Which is why they were looking given the problems which came with it.

Getting someone which each one of them could agree on was hard, as each had their opinions and hunches with the people they met with. It was beginning to look like they were not going to get anyone who could be a match, at least this time. Which meant either more time in Waterdeep searching and waiting for new arrivals, or marching out to other locations for better prospects.

But they got a lucky break when she come to meet them...

Author's Notes:

Next time we will meet the new rogue character of Team Forgot-10. Wonder who it would be? Can you guess. I have made up my mind for a while, but we will see how this works. Have been also thinking of what devilish effects I can have on the new team with the boost in magic and technology caused by Ben's arrival, both ways in time.

I am trying a nw trick to get more comments in the reviews and private messages by leaving questions at the end of my fic. So here it is: What effect would the Utimate Evolution Process have on the lifeforms of Faerun? If you had an elf, dragon, angel, etc... placed them in a world war for a million years/generations or the same for their species lifetime... what kind of creature would you have?

Also if you were to de-evolve the same races, what creatures would you have?

If I don't update as often, real life has caught up and eaten my time. Which is shorter as well from a part-time job and family illness. Or I have been kidnapped by video games or addventure writing.

Might try out some shorter omake/starters while working on bigger storylines on the most recently update stories. So let's see what I get...

Enjoy and comment often and constructively,

HVulpes