Ben 10 Porn Story: My Friend Supergirl Chapter 3

Sorry it took so long to update. My computer broke down twice, so I couldn’t work on it. Dx Well, I fixed it, so the next one will be quicker. Sunday, hopefully. (See below for the reason.) Anyway, I’m really proud of this chapter, and I hope you enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but Gwen’s friends. NOTHING, I SAY!

The second I sat down at the lunch table, I was surrounded by a close-knit circle of my friends curious faces. “So, whats up with her?” “Did you find anything out?” “Did she tell you?” They were all asking questions at the same time.

“Well, she doesnt think its a good idea if anyone but her knows,” I explained early, mixing my mashed potatoes nervously with my fork. I didnt really know where to begin, and I was starting to think telling them was a bad idea. No, it would be fine. “But she did let a few things slip.”

A few of them leaned closer. I couldnt help but notice that some of the kids were getting a bit weirded out by my friends enthusiasm. I had to get this over with before one of the lunch ladies told her friends to sit normally.

“Im pretty sure she got mixed up in some kind of gang, or maybe the Mafia or something. But whatever it is, its bad, most likely illegal, and most of all dangerous. I think she implied that she putting us in danger just by knowing us.” I remembered the way she had spoken in that hallway, sending shivers up my spine. “She faked almost passing out in class, and when I took her to the nurse, she wanted me to let her play hooky. Probably to meet with whatever gang it is.”

“Gwen, a gangster?” a short brunette named Beth mused dreadfully. “I never would have thought”

“She not a gangster!” I hissed in defense. I paused a second, cooling myself down. “Shes just in a mess with them. Maybe they kidnapped her parents, or”

Rachael cut in. “Maybe they kidnapped Grandpa Max.”

A deep silence fell over the group. All of then knew Grandpa Max, or at least heard of him. I knew him pretty personally. He was a kind old man, with a love of travel and a taste for odd foods, and a big RV (adequately named the Rustbucket) that he drove Gwen around in all the time. He came up in almost all of Gwens crazy stories that werent about school, until she started acting all strange. Since then, shes only told a few stories, Max excluded from each of them. And she had been acting all solemn lately, like she missed someone

It all made sense. Too much sense. That had to be it, and everyone knew it.

“We have to help her,” Beth said. “These people could probably kill her.”

That didnt raise our spirits much.

“We could report this to the police,” Yanling suggested, trying her best to add something.

“But we dont know where the heck these guys are, or who they are for that matter.” Beth said. “Theres nothing to report!”

The girls all started talking at the same time, discussing what Gwen might be doing and what we should do to help. (Although, a few people were convinced she was actually part of a gang, but no one else listened to that. Shes too much of a goody two-shoes.)

“Actually,” I added, “I do have something that could tell us whats up.”

Everyone at the table stopped mid-sentence and turned their heads. The fact that I had information important enough to get the attention of a lunch table of teenage girls in the middle of a heated discussion made me want to smile, but I held it in, in fear Id look diabolical.

Then, out from my book bag that sat next to my seat, I withdrew Gwens blue notebook. Probably a third of the group looked shocked. They were the ones who had study hall with her, and they had seen that book before. But not whats inside.

I plopped it on the table, where it made a louder sound than a notebook should. It bulged up a little, and pieces of tape and what looked like the edges of photographs poked out the sides. I reached to open it, but I hesitated. Was this really something I had to butt into?

“Well, what are you waiting for?” said Leah. “Open it.”

I thought of the urgency on Gwens face. I needed to do this. No matter what she had gotten herself into, I wasnt going to abandon her. I chose a random page and flipped the book open. They all leaned closer, trying to see it.

In the center of the page was a pressed flower- five bright pink petals with a single yellow stripe running through each one. Surrounding it were tiny boxes of illegible scribble, not her normal writing. I could make out a few words from a distance- grandma, lake, and something that looked like nnana. I would need a magnifying glass to decipher the rest.

“Oh no, shes a flower collector now, call the police!” Leah cried, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Maybe its a clue to a crime, or something,” Yanling piped up. That made sense.

But before we could even reply, all of the windows shattered to pieces.

A chorus of screamed whipped up from other end of the room. Somehow we managed to turn away from the notebook and its strange flower, and saw what was going on.

Though the windows, several things were crawling through. Im a bit farsighted, so what I saw was a bit blurred. But then I heard monstrous gurgles from the window a table behind me, and I saw the creature in full clarity.

It was five feet tall, at least, bipedal, and downright hideous. Its whole slimy body was the color of clay, except for its hands and feet, which looked like they had been dipped in raw sewage. The top of its skull wasnt even there, and you could see the top half of its brain sticking out. Its pulsating internal organs were visible though its chest. And, right above a four-tentacle mouth, was a single green eye, blinking sideways as it stared right at me.

I let rip a shriek worthy of a horror film, falling backwards onto the table. The notebook dropped to the floor, closing on its way down landing front cover-side-up. That was really lucky, because the thud distracted the monster for a second. I flipped over and landed on the ground clumsily, about to run for my life the second I got my bearings. But as second wasnt enough.

When I looked back, the monster had the notebook in its hands, its eye widened. The eye focused to a slit, and it slowly turned its head in my direction. I whirled around, about to run, but two other monsters exactly like that one stood right in front of me, blocking my path.

I began to hyperventilate. I was trapped. Those things looked ready to kill at any time. I had to get out of there But I was surrounded. I turned once more, and the first creature looked like it was about to lunge. I would need a miracle to get out of this.

And thats just what I got.

All of a sudden, the monster flew to the side and crashed into a table, almost flipping it over. It clutched the side of its head in agony, looking up in surprise at what knocked him back. But not as much surprise as I felt.

There, standing with her hands in fist and a wild look in her eye, was Gwen.

I wanted to hug her, but I was way too freaked out. She looked at me, alarmed.

“Duck!” she hissed, doing it herself. I followed her order, and I felt something wiz over my head. When I glanced back up, I saw a big splotch of green goo on the wall that definitely wasnt there before.

“Thanks,” I whispered to her, forgetting my fear for a second. But she was already gone. I scanned the room (there were at least twenty of the things around the room- who knew how many more were outside) and found her standing back to the wall, digging her heel into a monsters intestines.

“Go!” she screamed at me, shoving it to the floor. But I did exactly the opposite: I ran over to her (deliberately stepping on a downed monster’s gut on the way).

“No,” I objected, “I want to help you.”

“There’s nothing you can do that won’t-“

“Get me killed, I know,” I finished for her. “But I don’t care.” (For the record, that was a total lie. I did care if I got killed, and I really didn’t want to take whatever job she had for me. But running from the room screaming isn’t the best thing for your rep.)

She backfisted an approaching thing’s face (I really need a better name for them), looking defeated. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and tossed it to me.

She began her instructions. “Take this and grab the notebook. Get out of here as fast as you can. Once you’ve gotten to a place that hasn’t been snowed on, call Ben. He’s on my contacts. Tell him that we have a problem in our school cafeteria. After that, go hide the book somewhere. I’ll pick it up ASAP. Got that?”

I nodded. It seemed simple enough. There were only two problems. The first was where I would hide the notebook, which I could worry about later. The other was how to get out of there.

I looked around. Still not many people had escaped. Some of them were trying and failing to fight them off with cafeteria food, others were cowering in a corner screaming, and the rest were scrambling through the holes in the wall. The last one looked like my best bet.

I sprinted across the room, dodging monster claws and flying balls of gunk and snatching the notebook when I was in range. I was having the adreniline rush of my life. I don’t think I had ever run so fast before- before I even knew what was going on, I was sliding around on a layer of snow. I tripped, scrambling up as soon as I hit the ground. It snapped me back into reality for a moment. I dared a quick glanced back to see what was happening.

The last thing I remember before dashing off again was Gwen, screaming in pain, her leg twisted in a direction I knew it wasn’t supposed to go.

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The next thing I knew, I was standing on the sidewalk along Elm Street, staring blankly at my bare, snow-dusted feet. They were kind of swollen, and were a odd blueish color. They hurt too, but I was too confused to notice. What was I doing there? What the heck just happened? And where did my flip-flops go?

As I stood and thought about it, parts started coming back to me. Something bad happened in the cafeteria, and now I was helping Gwen out with something. An errand, maybe… Probably had do with my house, though, since that’s the path I seemed to be heading down.

There was something I needed to do first, but I didn’t know what. My grip around the phone in my hand tightened. Whoa, hold on, I thought. Since when was I holding a cell phone?

Then I remembered- I needed to call someone. But who? Someone on her contacts, which narrowed it down to every girl in the school with a cell. It couldn’t be me. Her parents, maybe? No, it was only one person. I was pretty sure it started with a B. I flipped open her phone and went to her contacts, which at the moment were all As. I scrolled down to the Bs, and the first name I saw clicked instantly- Ben.

It all came back in a flash. I had to call Ben and tell him about the monster attack in the cafeteria. Then I had to hide Gwen’s notebook (which, after discovering that it wasn’t in my hand and a whole lot of frantic searching, I found a few yards away from where I was standing) somewhere that no one would ever find it. But first, the phone call.

“Hello?” a boys voice answered after a few rings.

“Um, hi Ben, it’s Nicky,” I said uneasily. “We’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” he asked, highly interested.

“These things attacked the cafeteria. Gwen was holding them off, but I think she broke her leg.”

Silence on the other end.

“I’ll be right over.” And with that, he hung up.

I shoved the phone in my pocket, halfway to hyperventilation. Scenes from the attack were flashing before my eyes, making me shudder all over. I shook my head and swore under my breath. I wasn’t going to get anything done standing here- I needed to hide that book.

I put my legs on autopilot and focused on the task at hand.

I turned the door handle, feeling ridiculously proud of myself. But that didn’t last long, because it was locked, so I had to grope around under a few rocks until I found the key, which gave me way too much time to think. I thought about Gwen, how panicked she was. How much I needed to help her. If I didn’t, who knew what else could happen to her? It was vital that the authorities got involved.

By the time I reached my room, I was ready to read through that book cover to cover. I threw it on my desk, pulled out my chair, and wrapped my fingers around the front cover. But before I could even open it to the first page, I stopped dead.

What was I getting myself into? I was in enough trouble already. I knew that just opening this book was suicide. The monsters would kill me for knowing to much, but if not that, Gwen would rip my guts out for getting involved. I wasn’t sure which was worse. I pushed the book away from me. Whatever was in it was messing with my thoughts.

If I did this as soon as possible, I might be able to get help before the monsters escape. Maybe not, though. Was it a risk I was willing to take? No. I wasn’t willing. But I felt like I had to.

I looked at the clock. 12:46. They attacked at the beginning of lunch, which was 12:35. If they were still there, there was bound to be someone taking care of it at this point, like the police. But people could still be in trouble. The idea that the notebook might have their weakness crossed my mind, but why would she hide that?

I moaned, covering my face with my hands. I couldn’t do this. I didn’t want to die. Gwen was a big girl, she could handle herself. But was she really that tough? No one could take on an army of monsters by them self. She needed help, and since I was the one with the notebook in my hands, I was the one who could give her what she needed.

My brain whirled for who knows how long, constantly changing sides, wanting nothing more than an easy way out of this mess. But as the sides of my brain argued, I started piecing it together.

This wasn’t my choice to make. It was Gwen’s decision whether I should know or not. I would hide the book until I next saw Gwen, and she would decide if she would share it with me or not. The chances that she would were better, since I was already in grave danger just housing the accursed thing.

My mind was made up. With a calm mind and a clear consious, I slid the book into my sock drawer, set up the tripwires, and sat on my bed proudly. Now all I had to do was wait for Gwen to call.

Or so I thought.

Ohhh, cliffhanger. So, tell me what you think. Also, I need to know something. Would you rather have Nicky get weird in the sequel, or have Nicky stay normal and a weird kid move into town? Cast your votes now!

I’m going to D.C, so I’ll work on Chapter 4 there. See ya next time! :D (I’m going to reveal the name of the sequel next time.)

PS: After I finish this story and before the sequel, I have a bit of a surprise for Ben 10 Fans everywhere. A brand new, never before seen pairing. I hope you like it. ;D