Kevin slipped through the wide alley way slowly. His larger appearance was extremely noticeable, so he had to be careful. If he were to be seen, there would definitely be a huge fiasco.

He was quite a bizarre thing to lay eyes on. His right arm was huge and crystaline, light reflected by each jade crevice. His left, made of fiery, hot stone. It looked as if magma could bubble right off of him. Actually, some did. Dripping down his arm and his hand to the pavement below, his arm oozed, leaving tiny singe marks and holes.

Below these, he had a second set of arms protruding from his sides. Each looked the same, covered in furry, orange hair. Claws could be seen if someone looked closely enough.

Moving on, his entire torso was a very brilliant, noticeable shade of red. Even in its dulled and muddled shade, it easily drew the eye's attention. His legs and face were also the same color. A pair of brown, torn pants clung to him. Kevin was glad he had found some shabby piece of clothing. Even more grateful that they were large enough to fit him.

Further up, black streaks trailed over his shoulders and the front of his chest. This area became darker towards the direction of his back. It was entirely pitch black, with green lines zagging all over it, like something you might see if you were inside a computer. Jutting out of his back were two whispy wings that hardly looked like they could support him in flight. Surprisingly enough, they did. A very faint yellow-green color, they fluttered weakly.

A little lower was a striped tail, black and blue. As he walked, it swung sluggishly from side to side. Suddenly, it struck out at a tall fence. With seemingly no effort at all, the fence lay on the ground in a crumpled heap.

A smirk lit up his harsh visage. One long, red antennae stuck out from his forehead, tipped white at the end. Below that, on the right side of his face, a large eye. Green in color, it has a thick, horizontal pupil. On the left side of his face were two eyes, much more narrow, with one above the other. Time had not served him well, in terms of looks. Abilities, however...

All of these attributes gave him a very sinister image. He shoved past the remains of the fence and trudged forward, cackling quietly. "It's payday. Heh, finally. I think I can make off with a pretty good haul; this place is huge..." He smirked as he glanced up the side of the bank, glistening white in the darkness. He wouldn't have much interference; he could easily take down the security. No one would be around to see him, of night giving him an exceptional amount of coverage.

He thought for a second. "Hm... Even if the pigs came, I could get out of here pretty quickly," he mused to himself. Kevin slipped around to the back of the building, reaching up and crushing the security camera positioned above the frame. Then, he ripped the door right off its hinges, stepping inside.

Inside, he was surrounded by inky shadows. Kevin could hardly see more than a few feet in front of him, but he walked forward anyways. He suddenly lost his balance and fell forward, catching himself with his lower arms. He growled, "What the hell was tha-" Blinking, he saw what had tripped him: a thin wire. Alarms started going off around the entire place, probably alerting the police.

"Damn it, I need to hurry," he groaned to himself, quickly getting up and making his way up the stairs. He wasn't very aware of his surroundings and had absolutely no clue where the cash was. Slowly growing nervous, he shoved open a door and was surprised when he saw the huge vault. With a smirk, he yelled, "Alright!" Pointing his arm at the metal's front, a jet of fire and steam shot straight through the center. After only a few seconds, a large hole was formed.

"Well, that was easier than I thought it'd be..."

Pushing his way inside, the glow from the burning metal threw his features into relief. A look of glee crossed his face when he noticed all that had been stored away. "Oh, man, I'm gunna be rich!" he laughed and he started grabbing as much loot as he could. When his large pockets couldn't hold any more, he slipped back out and headed to another room. He could faintly make out the sound of sirens in the distance, approaching fast. Hm, maybe a curtain or something would do... No way I'm leaving just yet. The damn cops can wait.

Walking into a room down the hall, he ripped some drapery from each of the windows. He grinned and chided, "That should be just perfect." Turning around to collect more of his fortune, he was met with a fist to the jaw. This sent him flying back into the wall, groaning. "W-Who..?" The crash formed a huge dent in the wall, a long series of deep cracks evident.

The mutant looked up and saw another creature, similar in color and body structure. Where Kevin had only one set of eyes on the left side of his face, the beast in front of him had two. It had a black streak along the top of its cranium, stopping at the brink of his forehead. It also wore pants and a black-white shirt, with a strange object attached to the front. Kevin's eyes widened as he realized who his attacker was. Quickly springing up to his feet, he yelled out. "Tennyson!"

Ben grinned, cracking the knuckles on each of his four hands. "You miss me?" he teased, moving forward to punch Kevin again. This time, he was ready and could move out of the way just in time. Ben's fist made contact with the wall, where Kevin's head had been just a moment ago. He blinked, foot against the wall, trying to pull his arm out. "Hey, I'm stuck!"

Kevin burst out laughing, slipping behind his old partner. "Oh, man, you look so pathetic right now! You should see yourself." He smirked and raised his diamond-encrusted arm. "Here, I'll help turn your head around so you can see." Swinging his arm to the side, the hard apendage met the side of Ben's head, knocking him away from the wall and onto the ground. He coughed as dust and bits of foundation filled the air from his sudden expulsion and squinted up at his enemy.

"You're so going to get it for that," he called, lunging for him. Kevin easily sidestepped him again, still laughing. He walked over to Ben, who was lying on his face in a heap, and stepped down hard on his back. A growl of pain emitted from his lips as a crunching sound was heard. "Why, you..."

Kevin stomped down again and again, not able to suppress his amusement. "You know, for being a dimwit loser, you're actually pretty fun to play with," he grinned, eyes shining. He lowered his arm and set flame to the carpet, then the couch. The room was quickly enveloped in smoke and fire. "Now, I'd love to play some more, but I've got a pile of bread waiting for me in the next room." Turning around, he was suddenly hit with several orbs of pink light. He gasped, crashing into some fixture on the side of the room.

"Ben!" a female voice cried out in the midst of the haze. Smoke was gathering quickly, filling the tiny space. A few tiny coughs were heard, along with the sirens outside. It seemed as if the police had finally arrived - lazy pigs, as usual - along with what sounded like the entire fire apartment. Fire was slowly spreading throughout the room and into the hallway, part of the floor starting to cave in.

Through the clouds of dark gray, he could catch a glimpse of bright red hair.

His eyes locked with hers.

In that moment, he quickly sat up, firing crystals and flames from both his arms. The other two were gagging and retching as he fell through the floor to the level below. Kevin smashed through a window and got out of there as fast as he could, praying that the increasing blaze would be a sufficient distraction.

He made his way through onslot of cars and officers firing bullets, none of which affected him. He was too fast; his skin was too rough. These small, petty people with their useless weapons made no difference. In less than a minute, he was running through the city, soon reaching its outer edge. From there, he turned to a large expanse of trees, running.

Running.

Again, he didn't know why. Just that he had to get away. Just had to run.

Hoses sprayed out gallons and gallons of water from trucks; the bank was completely going up in smoke. Their efforts barely helped, and more of the building collapsed in on itself.

Out of the rubble came the girl, supporting the figure of a slightly smaller boy. He appeared to be unconcious, limply hanging off of his cousin. The watch on his wrist was glowing a bright red.

"Gwen, Ben!" An old man ran up to the two children, panting. "Are you two alright?" he questioned, his voice exasperated. The girl smiled a bit, relief eteched onto her face. A bit of soot was smeared across her cheek.

"Yeah... We'll be alright," she replied, laughing lightly. "But I think the dweeb's going to sleep straight through to Christmas." The older man leaned over and picked his grandson up into his arms. Ben didn't stir; he was clearly exhausted.

"Well, come on, then. Let's get back to the ol' Rust Bucket," he sighed. "What happened in there anyways? Did Ben get the one who started this mess?"

Gwen bit her lip, looking down as she nervously answered, "No. He must've torched the place after he got what he came for." He didn't notice this, and kept his gaze straight ahead, walking past the cars and trucks.

"Well, I'm sure the authorities will find him soon. It shouldn't be that hard to find someone carrying that much money."

"Eheh, you're probably right..." She kept her eyes averted with a guilty expression. Gwen knew exactly who the culprit was: Kevin. But she didn't know how he ended up in the same city as them. Not to mention, at the same time. He was last seen in New York, so why would he be halfway across the country? Had he been following them?

She shuddered. Gwen didn't exactly like the idea of her, Ben, and her grandfather being stalked by some monstrous and inhuman thing like Kevin.

But still, she had no idea why she hadn't told any of this to Grandpa Max. She thought back to the last moment.

His eyes locked with mine... It was only a second, but still... It felt like hours. He seemed.. afraid? But why would he be scared of someone one-third his size?

Thinking hurt her head too much. Upon arrival to their RV, she quickly settled down in her bunk. The last thing she thought of before she fell asleep was his face.

Gwen was afraid.

Kevin fell to his knees, on the bank of a river. He scooped up some water, splashing his face and quenching his thirst. He had no idea why he felt like this. It felt like his entire being had been shooken up. He glanced down, noticing his hands were trembling. He sighed, wrapping them around his knees and staring at his reflection.

"Nn. Still as ugly as ever, it seems," he smirked, but his flamboyant expression quickly turned into a dark grimace. "Pathetic..."

He sat there and thought for awhile. He had no clue why he'd just flown the coop like that. He'd even left all of that wealth behind. Right now, he could be rolling in cash. Even so, it didn't seem all that important to him at the moment. He sighed and layed back, hard arm resting lightly over his closed eyes.

What the hell happened back there, Levin? You choked. Kevin 11 never chokes.

He removed his arm and glared up at the sky. It was actually quite beautiful. Not a cloud was in the way to block the stars from his view; the heavens were completely open to him. Lazily, he tried making out lines and figures from the points.

Kevin closed his eyes again, hoping to get some sleep. His thoughts travelled to the Tennyson girl. He frowned; it had only been a second, but her eyes had been enough to make him get the hell out of there.

Those big, green eyes...

He blinked and quickly sat up, staring in front of him in shock. "..What the hell am I thinking?" he growled to himself, getting back to his feet and kicking a small boulder into the river. His head hurt whenever he thought about something too much. Shoving his hands into his pockets - empty pockets, that is - and walking forward, Kevin decided to find a big tree to sleep under for the night.

Instead, to his satisfaction, he saw a small cave. Luckily, it was just big enough to accomodate him. Lying down, he curled up into a ball, letting his head rest on his cooler arm - he didn't need to be singing half his face off, now did he?

After only a few minutes, it was hard to keep his eyes open. He knew he'd ache all over in the morning, but he didn't care. He just needed to sleep.

When he woke up early the next day, it was still dark. He started making plans for another heist, one he hoped would turn out to be somewhat successful. The previous night's interference really pissed him off.

As he moved onward, he didn't recall his dreams of those shiny, green eyes.

They still lingered in the back of his mind.