"Grudge Match Redux" Post #6 by Goddess-of-da-Cheeseburgers
So, I've been FAILING EPICALLY at Mega Man for the past *checks watch* four hours without a break. Virtual Console needs more N64 games. Dreamcast games would be welcome as well. (I WOULD PLAY JET GRIND RADIO ON MY WII. I WOULD PLAY IT AND I WOULD LOVE IT.)
But I digress...YOU GUYS ARE HERE FOR SOME BENTORTURE, AMRITE?
IAMRITE.
Sadly, my bentorture came out so badly written that I eventually edited it out. HOW ABOUT SOME KEVIN BADASS-NESS INSTEAD?
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'Shit this bug can hit hard.' Ben felt tears gather in the corner of his eyes and he tried to blink them back furiously. A little pain was nothing, but alien baddies didn't usually go for the money-maker. The shots he usually ended up taking were more of the "punch him in the gut and knock the wind out of him!" variety. More often than not, he was taking these shots with a little more alien muscle in place to take the blow. While stubbornly denying to himself that the backhand had brought tears, the brunet glanced at the Omnitrix. Would it be worth it?
As two of Silla Zopht's three spare hands busied themselves with lifting a rather wicked-looking device from the wall--he had to resist from heaving a sigh of relief when she set it aside to reach for something smaller that was stored behind it--Ben laid his fingers gently over the face of the Omnitrix. A gentle push is all it takes to pop the face up...
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Kevin was almost comforted by the sensation of cool metal sliding over his skin and burying deeper and deeper. Strange alien metal combined with his unstable DNA, solidifying muscle and bone into a single, sturdy material of somewhat-unknown origin. When it made his dangerous genetics more or less likely to deteriorate in a spectacular fashion, Kevin didn't know. Some sort of inorganic matter was making his body stronger, and Kevin found that rather satisfying.
What was more satisfying was the crunch that was made by his fist coming in contact with the insect guard's face. Oh yeah, this stuff was a keeper.
Only idiots made their walls out of tougher stuff than their armor, especially when someone with his extraordinarily useful skill set was around. As it was, Kevin was pleased to note that his fist not only dented the insects' armor, but actually broke clear through it and damaged their considerably more fragile exoskeletons.
The downside came when he realized that the fuckers had acid for internal goo. Kevin snarled as the disgusting yellow viscera started eating away at the metal he'd absorbed. Generally, only the top layer of whatever he'd absorbed would be damaged before the chemical reaction ran out of steam. After that, it was a matter of reabsorbing the material and carrying on his merry way. This time, Kevin had pulled the metal in too deep, and the acidic goo showed no signs of tiring out anytime soon. The mutant flexed his fingers stiffly before splashing the yellow substance all over the oncoming guards. With the group that was in front down screaming and grasping at wherever the slime landed ('If this shit burns so badly on the outside, how can they stand to have it on the inside?'), the number of guards seemed a lot smaller.
Kevin stooped to pick up a laser gun, mentally cataloging it by origin, size, class, and firepower, and absorbed some of its metal casing. As predicted, the chemical reaction presently eating away at his hand ceased almost immediately. Turning back to the remaining guards, he fired randomly. An automatic laser pistol was an immensely useful tool after all. Only one guard was left standing.
By the smell of things, he'd voided his bowels.
Kevin grinned and disassembled the pistol in his hands with a practiced movement. He tossed the broken gun aside carelessly as he advanced towards the frightened guard. Poor guy, must still be new around here...Kevin grabbed him quickly by the front on his armor, his injured hand twitched slightly, and rested his other hand firmly against the thick glass window in the hall.
Kevin didn't like using glass, it was always too delicate and he never really wanted to risk that sort of damage to his own body. Even the bulletproof glass he'd replaced his car's windows with had its limits. In this case, though, he's make an exception. Glass flowed over his fingers and palm, and Kevin held back a grimace as he felt his muscles and bones shift into something far more fragile that the metal he had previously been using.
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"You silly little creature, did you really just try that?" She rested two of her hands on her hips and threw the other pair up in exasperation, "You humans never learn...No small wonder why your idiotic kind is in such high demand."
Ben tried to sneer, though the expression was slightly hindered by the burned fingers he'd stuck in his mouth. Silla only shook her head, "...Disgusting." She pulled the whip taunt between her hands and twirled the knife about carefully. The dragonfly-like alien cringed visibly when Ben pulled his fingers out of his mouth and tried to push himself up with his still-cuffed hands. The brunet, finally able to pull off an effective scowl, did so.
"Listen, you buggy-bitch, this is your last chance." His voice sounded a lot more confident than he really was, and Ben wrote a mental memo to give himself a pat on the back later, "Leave me the fuck alone and let Kevin and I go." This threat, he mused, would have sounded a lot more intimidating if he hadn't been struggling to remain upright amongst piles upon piles of plush pillows and blankets.
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"So, you gonna talk?" Kevin tilted his hand a bit, angling the focused beam of light back on the bug guard's forehead. The creature hissed at him angrily as his forehead slowly began smoking, but said nothing. Kevin sighed, "I bet'cha five bucks I'm fluent in whatever you speak..."
"Well then, fuck you."
The mutant arched an eyebrow, "So it speaks...Sounds like some dialect of Lepidopterran..." He cleared his throat, "You want I should burn out an eye, next?" He smashed the roach's head against the floor abruptly, "Or are you going to fucking talk!?"
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Notes:
--Fun fact: dragonflies can't hear. They can apparently "see" sound, though. Don't quote me on this, I'm not entirely sure. The research material is surprisingly scarce.
--This fact...Was way more relevant before I revised this part.
--I wish I had two extra arms...Ben and Kevin just never put their extra limbs to good use.
--I know Kevin's powers only cover his skin in a layer of whatever he absorbs...But...Um...I THINK BEING ABLE TO CONTROL THE LEVEL OF ABSORPTION IS COOLER K THNX BAI
--Kevin seems like the type of kid that burned ants with a magnifying glass when he was a kid
--Um, so...No bentorture from me. I know, I lied.
--Even if it's scientifically impossible, what do you think would happen if you turned one substance into an entirely different substance in the middle of a chemical equation? (Chemistry would have been fun for me if my teacher hadn't been such a dumb shit.)
--Han Kevin shot first
--It's your turn again, blackmystique! :D