I really don't need this, not now, whatever Deity is listening- I really need a miracle! I'm ready to slam on my knees and start praying, and considering to most I'm unholy, that's a sign that nothing's going too good. My heart speeds up as someone screams and will myself to keep calm. He'll know that I'm worried, and that he's getting through to me. Another scream and I feel as if I am the one in the decompression chamber. An inhuman shriek pierces the air and I cringe. Who knew Benjamin Tennyson could scream like a girl? I think dryly. The situation would be so much funnier if weren't at my people's mercy; or lack thereof…


Pain, which was his world. He could feel nothing but that burning sensation at every nerve. But yet, worse than any of this physical anguish, was the agony at the back of his mind, just simply there. He barely hears an inhuman shriek and shudders, as much as he can. Then those all too familiar horrid green arms lift him up and drag him to the cell the three of them share.

The door opens, and they throw him roughly to the ground. Her brother watches as she rushes forward, and cradles his head. She finds him, and glares, the look filled with venom, metaphorically of course.

"You know what you have to do to save him, yet you refuse to do so." He whispers, so only she can hear.

"I don't because you and I know that the Destinies would kill both of us for it." It is left unsaid that they will all most likely die in this hellhole anyways. That doesn't matter, because he sees it in her eyes, the tiniest glimmer of defeat, the hope slowly fading.


Mandy wanted no one but the best for this, there could be no problems. That was not a possibility. It just couldn't happen. She had given Mr. Green, June, and Gwen explicit orders to do whatever was necessary to keep Grim busy. If he couldn't take any souls, then no one could die. If no one could die, than she'd get her Genius, the Omnitrix and the Reporter back alive.


Fate is fickle, and has its own way of working out, but it was keeping its ace hidden. Deeply hidden. It wasn't going to rescue our captive heroes any time soon. It and Time overlooked their Reporter, and as usual, neither of them felt a thing. They couldn't afford to lose the Omnitrix, so they would give them some protection, for now. But her time is running short, and this isn't the time for games.