Note: first fanfic, will improve as I go along, I have been a gamemaster on my past RP site so the action should be good, and I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is remotely like Ben 10.
AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: Guess what? This story is going to be more than fifty chapters long!
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The sea sun beat down heavily on Stinkfly and Heatblast. Not that they minded it or all just that it was particularly strong today. Heatblast was relaxing on one end of the boat while Stinkfly was sunbathing on the other. Her wings were stretched out to their fullest as they soaked up the warm rays. Ah, the sun rays, they were absolutely heaven.
Stinkfly and her kind were known to worship five grand gods known as "The Five Creators." True, they worship them with great pride and dignity, but there was one Creator that they favored the best.
The Sky Creator.
The Fly's have forever more been very gracious to the Sky Creator. For it is he who brings the sunlight, he who brings the water from the sky, he who would bring the cooling wind from the north, south, east and west. They loved him and worship him highly.
Stinkfly's wings twitched, she rolled over onto her back and had the warm rays heat up her stomach. She let out a sigh of relief. It felt so good.
Heatblast got full view of Stinkfly's bottom. He smirked as he sat there, looking at it for five minutes. He secretly wished that he brought his camera along to take photos of the now sleeping Stinkfly.
"Hey! Dingbats!" cried the captain.
Heatblast turned his head around, Stinkfly gave a cute, little yawn and she too got up.
"It's time to get up! Your island is coming up right about now."
Heatblast and Stinkfly turned their heads around, sure enough coming right at them was an island.
The island was large and held a monstrous cliff. Sand surrounded this mini-mountain as if it were some kind of barrier. There were no trees or plants growing on it, just moss that seemed to be scattered across the entire bay area.
Heatblast cracked his knuckles and said, "What was the name of this island again?"
"Cannon Bolt."
"Cannon Bolt?"
"Yes, they named it after Sir Cannon Bolt. Apparently, it was some sort of bribe for him to teach here. One of the things they did for him was named him an island and I believe a dorm."
Soon, the boat slowed down and stopped at the shore. Heatblast jumped over the water and onto the sandy beach. Stinkfly flew out of the boat too and landed right next to Heatblast.
"What do we do now?" said Heatblast.
"Just walk forward. When you walk far enough you should see a door. Get in that door and then your Trial begins. Ta-ta!"
The boat man gave a wave of goodbye and turned his motor back on, he then started heading back to the main land.
Heatblast turned to Stinkfly and said, "Let's go!"
Stinkfly nodded, "Yes, I am eager to see who is going to be on our team."
The two of them walked (or rather flew for Stinkfly's case) forward towards the bottom of the cliff. Both of them were keeping a look out for any doors that they might see. However, they didn't see any doors even though they have reached the edge of the cliff. They looked for five minutes and still didn't see anything, just sand.
"Well where could that door be?" said a stumped Heatblast.
Stinkfly shrugged, "Beats the hell out of me."
"Do you suppose that the fisherman was supposed to tell us something else beside the door?"
Stinkfly made a concerned look on her face.
"I hope not."
Heatblast was silent for a minute until he said, "maybe we are thinking too simple, maybe it's some kind of special door."
Stinkfly nodded in agreement, "that's an idea."
Both of them were silent for awhile.
"Maybe it's a stable door," said Stinkfly.
"Or a blind door."
"Or a flush door."
"Or a garden door."
"Or a pet door."
"Or a brace door."
"I think it is actually called a ledge and brace door."
"Oh right…sorry."
"Hmmm…how about a pocket door?"
"Or a swing door."
"Or a blast-proof door."
"Or a tambour door."
"Or an up-and-over door."
"What kind of door is that?"
"I don't know."
"How about a barn door?"
"Or a louvre door."
"Or a sliding glass door."
"Or a revolving door."
"Or…" said Heatblast getting melodramatic all of a sudden, "It is a door…that will lead us…INTO ANOTHER WORLD!"
"OH MY GOD REALLY?"
"YES, AND THERE….WE WILL SEE OUR ALTERNATE SELVES!
"THEN WHAT…?"
"WE'LL HAVE TO FIGHT THEM!"
"NO!"
"YES! AND THEN WE'LL HAVE TO CAPTURE THE FLAG AND…"
Before Heatblast could finish his sentence, he fell down through a large hole. There was a large thud and then came Heatblast's moaning that he was hurt. Stinkfly peered over the edge of the hole and said, "or it could be a trap door."
After climbing down the trap door, Stinkfly and Heatblast set off down the long hallway that presented itself to them. The hallway was lit up with dim light bulbs that made the hallway as bright as a theatre. It was painted in a yellowish-white paint which gave it a really low class look. Cameras were mounted all over the place and there were no windows. Heatblast and Stinkfly were expecting to be attacked but so far, they weren't. The sense of false security was making them both feel uneasy.
After ten minutes of constant walking, the two aliens suddenly felt the floor move downwards, they slightly quickened their pace as they were pulled downwards towards the center of the island. The feeling of going downwards to who knows where was really foreboding on Heatblast and Stinkfly. The fact that it was really quiet too was not helping at all.
When the floor leveled again they could see a small, white door ahead of them. Feeling that something finally was going to happen, they both rushed to the door and stopped right by it.
Heatblast turned to Stinkfly and said, "Okay. Here's the plan. Once I open this door, get into attacking position, for whatever is on the other side of this door is probably nothing good. I'll jump to the right and you'll jump to the left. When I give my yell of command, start firing like crazy."
Stinkfly nodded.
Heatblast grabbed the knob and looked at Stinkfly, Stinkfly gave him a firm nod and Heatblast opened the door.
Immediately, Stinkfly and Heatblast leapt aside and got into attacking position.
"Hey guys!" cried a voice, "here comes our last-"
"NOW!" yelled Heatblast.
Stinkfly started shooting poisonous liquids and Heatblast shooting fireballs like hell. They went flying in the air like mad bees, attacking anything at sight and destroying it without mercy. Several loud screams could be heard as the fireballs and the flammable poisons started blowing up the place. Oblivious to the sounds, Stinkfly and Heatblast were still firing away with their eyes closed tightly. It wasn't until a large booming voice that the two of them (and the chaos) stopped firing.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLD IT!"
Heatblast opened his eyes. There, standing directly ahead of him, was Diamondhead. His jumpsuit was partly torn due to an acid bomb and his face was contracted in a fury of rage.
Heatblast had the feeling that he did something bad.