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: The chapters after the Water Trial and before the Metal Trial I think are going to be the best in the whole story. Also, the Metal Trial, in my opinion, will be sweet.

By the way…at least two characters from my story will die, at least one of them will be from the main ten.

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"The team that Vilgax predicted to succeed is doing surprisingly well."

"Yes, and with an addition of a new member, Ghostfreak, he will be most pleased."

"Hmmm…what happened to her old team?"

"They found her too weird and scary so they kicked her out of their team. Ever since then…she has been a loner."

"How did she get to the island?"

"She…errr…convinced a boatman to take her to it."

"Hm. Well…it doesn't matter. As long as they work together and pass all the Trials."

"Yes, thank god that they didn't kill each other like some of the other teams did."

"Tsk. Tsk. Speciesism is a terrible thing."

"How many teams did we lose? Nine?"

"Eleven. Which makes us have…32 teams left."

"It would have been 31 if that Crocodile didn't control his temper. What was his name?"

"Cuttooth sir."

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Morning.

Ripjaws opened her eyes and smiled. She stretched out her elegant body and gave a yawn so large that it unhinged her jaw. She could feel the sun's rays on her as she slowly got up from her seaweed bed.

Ripjaws was a morning person.

She didn't know why she was one just that, she was. She liked it how if you got up early enough, you could see the stars of the night. And as morning slowly approaches, the stars would fade away and be replaced with the sun's morning glory. The birds in the background would be chirping and the wind would softly be blowing through the small trees.

Cuttooth was something else though. He rolled over on his seaweed bed and looked at her with his droopy eyes.

"Snort! Woman…what time is it?"

"6:00 Cuttooth…" said Ripjaws meekly.

"Groan…it's too early to go to school."

"I'm sorry you think that way," said Ripjaws who was looking for clams on the sea floor, "but I have to go."

"Will you be back after school's done?"

Ripjaws stopped in fear, she hasn't told her fiancee about her new hobby that she has taken up. Slowly, she said, "no…I have…play…practice…"

"PLAY PRACTICE!"

Cuttooth got up so quickly the fish that were surrounding him scattered.

"Why the hell are you doing theater?"

"Because…I…like…theater…"

"Pfft. Theater will do you no good out in the battlefield! You got to be mean! And tough!"

Ripjaws didn't know how to reply to this comment so she stayed silent.

"Groan…well…it can't be helped…what do I know about women? Except they're concern about their weight, what they look like and their sheer dumbness, they are a queer mystery. Sigh…fine, you may have your "theater practice."

Ripjaws quietly said, "thank you, Cuttooth."

"Yeah…whatever…"

Cuttooth went back to sleep.

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New classes were assigned to the teams since the Water Trial ended. The need for bonding was so great on the campus that teammates were given classes that had their whole team in them. Needless to say…things got interesting.

Ripjaws ran up to the poster board to see what her team was assigned. She clutched her books tightly to her chest as she read the list.

Team A: Health-Cannon Bolt…Building Cannon Bolt…Room 231

Ripjaws quickly memorized the class room and as fast as she could, she ran to the building.

Up the stairs she went and down the hallway she walked.

Room 221…223…225…227…229…ah…231.

She opened the door and walked in. The classroom was a normal sized classroom with windows, a board, and desks and of course, a floor.

"You must be Ripjaws."

Ripjaws jumped out of her skin. She looked up to see Cannon Bolt sitting at his desk. She didn't know why she didn't see him in the first place; maybe it was because he looked so astute that he just blended in with the classroom.

"Y-yes…sir."

"Very good…very good. You sit…here."

He pointed a short, stubby, clawed finger at a seat. Ripjaws quietly sat in it. A minute later, Ghostfreak, Upgrade and Grey Matter entered the room.

"Morning Cannon Bolt!" said Grey Matter.

"Good morning. You three sit here…here…and here."

Grey Matter and Ghostfreak sat (Ghostfreak however floated) to Ripjaws left and Upgrade sat to her right.

XLR8 next entered the room.

"Good morning Sssssir," said she.

"Good morning…uh…what was your name again?"

"XLR8."

"Yes, well, XTRA, you sit here."

XLR8 sat to Upgrade's immediate right. Upgrade turned to XLR8 and said,

"Has anyone told you you looked nice without your armor?"

"Shut the hell up."

The next ones to enter the room were Blizzard and Diamondhead. Diamondhead nodded to Cannon Bolt and Blizzard gave him a wave.

"Ah! Blizzard and Diamondhead! You two sit on the far left of the room. Blizzard…you have the very end. I also made the hassle of separating you from Mr. Upgrade."

Upgrade and Blizzard looked at each other but quickly turned their heads away.

Heatblast and Stinkfly were the next ones to enter the room. Heatblast didn't say anything to Cannon Bolt but Stinkfly said, "hello."

Cannon Bolt pointed to where they were sitting. To Ripjaws excitement, Heatblast sat down to her immediate left and Stinkfly sat to her immediate right.

"Hello Stinkfly," said Ripjaws.

"Hello Ripjaws."

Ripjaws turned to Heatblast and said, "h-hello Heatblast…"

"Why hello Ripjaws. How are you doing?"

"F-fine…" said she.

Before she could continue on talking with him, a large, shrill bark came off from the distance. Just then, Four Arms came barging in with Wildmutt. Wildmutt was on a leash.

Four Arms stopped and took several breaths, he then said, "Good morning Sir."

"Good morning…tell me, what is that animal doing here?"

"Oh him? He gets lonely whenever I'm not with him. So I take him wherever I go."

"Right…well, as long as he doesn't make a mess, he can stay here."

"Thank you governor!"

Four Arms took Wildmutt's leash off and set it down. Wildmutt gave a large bark and sat down at the back of the room. Four Arms took his seat next to Diamondhead and Ghostfreak.

"Now that we are all here, we can…"

"Darling!" came a voice.

Everyone looked at the door to see Wildvine, who was dressed up as a policeman. She ran up to Cannon Bolt and gave him a hug.

"It's good to see you again Candy…"

Cannon Bolt quickly pushed Wildvine off and hit her head.

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME CANDY!"

"But Candy…" said Wildvine dejectedly, "I thought there was something between us…"

"There was nothing between us, only air. That's all. I'm married, I have three kids."

Wildvine looked sad.

"But Candy…"

"No. Now get out of here."

Wildvine's head drooped, she then said, "can I at least stay?"

Cannon Bolt sighed. He took off his spectacles and wiped off the dust. He put them back on and said, "fine, but don't make any noise."

Wildvine gave a salute and said, "Yes Candy!"

"STOP CALLING ME CANDY!"

Wildvine sat with Wildmutt and stayed silent.

Cannon Bolt sighed again and said, "today class, we are going to talk about sex."