Story commissioned by Knight-Bishop on DeviantArt. I do not own Ben 10 or The Mask.
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The woman who had emerged from the other end of the ungodly transformation glared back at her partners with a pleased look. In some regards, her old identity as Rojo could still be seen - in most regards, the differences were shocking.
A stunningly muscular body was held in by tight black leather pants, with red streaks that looked liked dripping blood. Her boots featured spikes of silver that would kill a man who got a face first kick. A black and red jacket draped from her thick arms, the back featuring a skull that appeared to be on fire. Her breasts were struggling to be kept in by the black bra that contained, pointed at each nipple like the tip of a sharp pencil.
Her hair was spiked up into a mohawk, black with red tips. Large skull earrings hung from her ears, and jet black lipstick decorated her plump lips. But it was the head itself that was the most different - bright green in color, with numerous deep folds and creases in its rubbery surface. Bright red eyes looked out at the room, and she smiled a grin of very large, if extremely jagged, white teeth.
"Hello girls. Like what you see?"
"Boss, are you OK? What happened to you in there?"
"Why, I've been reborn, can't you see? I'm the most beautiful, the most powerful, the most badass chick on this side of the galaxy. And I'm ready to take what's mine!!!"
Hearing these words, the blue-haired girl wanted a taste of that power, that energy. "Boss, do you think I could give it a try?"
SLAP!!!!
Hitting the floor hard, she was unprepared for that type of response - but her boss decided, for now, to show mercy.
"Don't ask me any stupid questions, darling. Now get up, we've got a long night of fucking shit up ahead."
An axe suddenly appearing in her hand, the new woman chopped the door in two. Approaching their motorcycles, a blast of green energy suddenly morphed the bikes into armored vehicles, machine guns and armaments galore.
Deep engine rumbling, she sped off into the night, her crew following behind.
On the other side of town, Max was frantic. He was pushing the RV in ways he would have never normally driven it - but again, he wasn't in a normal situation. He thought about calling some old co-workers, trying to get them down to Georgia. Then again, revealing the existence of a previously-believed legend might not be good for his pension payments.
"Grandpa, slow down! I'm getting carsick!"
"Sorry kids, I can't. The safety of this community is at risk if we can't recover that mask."
"How do you know that?"
Max sighed. "I wasn't exactly a "fixing people's pipes" kind of plumber. When this ordeal is over, you'll learn more."
He heard sirens in the distance - follow them, his instinct told him. Even though the rust bucket would never be mistaken for an EMS vehicle, Max followed them as if he was the top cop on the force - he only hoped he was not driving towards outright calamity.
A few minutes earlier, the nearby Truist bank branch had been set ablaze - the staff who had escaped reported a green-headed woman who had asked for ten million dollars, then pulled a firebomb out of her jacket. Tearing the safe door like a piece of paper, she helped herself to stacks of cash before starting her "smoke break". The police had been unable to find any trace of this supposed supernatural being, but a run-in would soon be inevitable.
Three motorcycles parked outside Talk of the Town, a little hole in the wall kind of bar best known to locals for its mozzarella sticks and two-dollar draft Tuesdays. And feeling a little parched from her latest escapade, she strode in.
"Where's my Bud Light?!?!? I'm fucking thirsty!!!! We're ready to drink this fucking town dry!!!!!"
The bartender, Jerry, looked at his odd customer. He had seen a lot in his 15 years behind the counter, but he has never seen anything like the grotesque green face that stared back at him. It looked like it should have belonged in an old monster movie, with the deep folds and ugly lines of the mask giving off a horrific appearance. Still, he had to be polite.
"Ma'am, may I please see some ID?"
He quickly dived out of the way as a heavy barstool smashed the bottles behind him, the woman ranting like a maniac.
"ID?!? You think I give a fuck about ID?!?!? Diablo is too fucking powerful to have to deal with fucking shit like ID!!!!! Give me my motherfucking booze!!!!!!!"
"Miss, state law…"
"Fuck state law!!! I am the law! And my punishment for you cunts? Blown to smithereens!!!!!"
Four Uzis pulled out of her jacket, Diablo began firing at seemingly anything that moved. Waiters, customers, even security guard found their bodies torn to bits from the incredible assault. She looked around at the blood and body matter that covered the walls once finished - yes, this pleased Diablo greatly.
"They're all fucking dead. Now let's chug some kegs!!!!"
Like a ravenous beast, Diablo pounded down several kegs of Bud Light, her two companions grabbing kegs of Coors for the ride home. Prepared to leave, the inevitable finally happened - flashing blue and red lights pulled up on the scene.
"Cops! Shit!!! Hang low girls, leave this to me!"
Striding with the confidence of a runway model, Diablo looked on at the officers, their commands going in one ear and out the other.
"Hey pigs, nice to see you again! I was just getting ready to make some bacon, and I was looking for the perfect batch to FRY!!!"
Back behind the squadron of vehicles, Max and Ben looked through the windshield, slowly getting a look at the freakish creature in the moonlight. Beyond the warped facial features, there was an air of familiarity, quickly followed by the feeling of despair.
It was the biker chick - the one the Masked Avenger had beaten up at the gas station near Houston! She had tracked them down, she was the thief! And worst of all, she held the greatest power in the universe in her fingertips.
If he was going to die, Max was going to die a hero. One way or another, he was getting that mask off her face. Ben and Gwen…oh, he couldn't bear to lose them, the sunshine that warmed his heart.
A trembling voice broke his thoughts. "Guh….guh…Grandpa, wha…what are we going to do?"
"I don't know, Ben. But I'll protect you and Gwen, no matter what."
Max could only hope he wasn't paying with his life.
