Ben 10 Porn Story: The Jumper Chronicles – Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Hey
you! an inhuman voice shouted, Get out of the way! A black
tendril snaked around Benjamin Bradts waist, and he was jerked out
of the bus path by a hairs length. The metro slammed into the
railing and through it, hitting the bay below with a loud splash, and
Ben landed roughly several feet out of its path.

Thanks,
I- the words froze in his throat as he saw that what had saved him
was no man, but a strange monster; it towered over him, nearly seven
feet in height, the one feature interrupting the blackness of its
face was the unblinking green eye that stared balefully down at him.
The remainder of its body was mostly white, with a strange
hourglass-shaped emblem at the center of its body. Its arms nearly
reached its feet, the hands sporting three thick fingers, each nearly
as thick as a human forearm.

Hello,
anyone there? The monsters green eye pulsed with light as it
spoke, leaning close to Bens frozen face, Hey, are you okay?

There
was a huge explosion, and the monster screamed as something pierced
its body, spraying the shocked American with whatever black ichors
served as its blood. It collapsed in front of Ben, and as the bulk of
its body fell, a more horrific beast was exposed to his eyes. This
one was a hulking eight feet or more, with four arms; one made of
fire and stone, one made of crystal, and two covered in coarse fur.
Its titanic body appeared shaped of red clay, with a black tail, and
only a tattered pair of shorts to save its modesty. Its face was
marked with three eyes, two on one side, while the third mostly
dominated the left hemisphere of its face. Its mouth was filled with
rows of sharp teeth and strange, glowing antennae sprouted from its
forehead. Greasy black hair hung down to its shoulders, and when it
laughed, its voice sounded as if it were spoken by a host of many
inhuman fiends. Tennyson, you are so predictable. As long as
theres a flesh bag around, I can count on you to be easy to
defeat.

The
big thing sent the shocked bystander flying with a blow from its
hand, snarling, Outta my way, wuss. Ben bounced twice and fell
through the gap in the railing that the bus had created, though he
managed to catch one of the metal rails and save himself the swim. He
caught a red flash out of the corner of his eye, and as he looked,
the black beast was gone. Now, the inhuman thing towered over the
crumpled form of a ten year old boy. As it reached down with its
smoldering red hand, Ben struggled to quickly climb back onto the
street. The monster wrapped its red fingers around the boy and lifted
him, smiling. Thick tendrils of smoke rose from where his fiery touch
burned the fabric of the kids shirt, All I have to do is
squeeze, and youre nothing more then a memory. Goodbye, B-

Hey!
As the monster turned its head Ben lashed out with a knife-handed
jab, ramming his prosthetic hand into the monsters one bulbous
eye. It screamed and dropped the boy as it reared back, all four
hands reaching up to cover its face, and Ben scooped up the
unconscious boy and fled. Carrying the ten year-old in his arms, he
shoulder-rammed the doors open as he plunged back into the rave,
knocking the bouncer off the stairs and into a table full of people,
upsetting their drinks.

The
angry grumbling from the group quickly changed to screams of terror
as the monster smashed through the doorway, demolishing it to make
passage for its massive frame. The bouncer reached down for his gun,
but the monster sent him flying with a blow from its tail. You
cant run forever, Ill find you! The beast roared over the
music and hurled a table at the DJs stand, destroying his turn
tables and bringing the music to a dead stop. The ravers looked up in
shock as the beast appeared before them in the rhythmic pulses of the
strobe lights, and pandemonium erupted as they clamored for the door,
trampling each other in their terrified flight. The room was empty of
most everyone but the monster, who began angrily overturning tables
in his pursuit of the elusive pair. Come out and face me, ya
chicken! The monster taunted, making a series of clucking noises.

Hiding
behind one of the many pillars, Ben gaped in confusion at the
monsters back. Its actually trying to piss me off by
clucking like a chicken! What are we, four year-olds? How
immature can you possibly be? He sucked back behind the pillar as
it turned to look that way, the dark color of Bens coat blending
into the dark backdrop of the warehouse floor. He looked down at the
unconscious boy in his arms; where the kid had come from was a
mystery, why that monster wanted him was equally confusing.

The
beast snarled and demolished one of the support pillars by grabbing
it with its two lower arms and tearing it out of the floor. Ill
tear this place apart to find you, and the angrier you get me, the
worse it will be when I do. It twisted the iron beam like a
cardboard tube, hurling it through the far wall and into the bay.

Ben
stared down at the kid, The only chance this kid is going to have
is if I can draw fire away from him. I cant carry him forever, and
Im too slow to keep us ahead of that thing for much longer. He
hid the boy under one of the tables, before sprinting for the door.
Im over here, you ugly sonofa- sparks exploded from his
prosthetic leg and arm, singing his clothes and sending a powerful
electrical surge through Bens body. His good knee buckled and he
pitched forward, hitting the floor hard, sending a shock of pain
through his non-artificial shoulder. Dammit, not now! He cursed
loudly as he rolled onto his back, his fake leg limp, refusing to
move. He continued dragging himself toward the stairs, his eyes
locked on the monster as it approached him.

Aww,
poor baby, did you hurt your leg? The thing cupped its smoldering
red and yellow hand, creating a sphere of seething flames, Why
dont you try putting some heat on it! He laughed as he hurled
the fireball at Ben.

The
American stared in horror at the ball of fire that streaked toward
him, throwing his arms up to protect his face. The LED lights on the
exposed section of his prosthetic arm suddenly lit up, and a dome of
blue light erupted from the palm of his right hand to encompass his
body. The ball of flame hit the orbs surface and fizzled out,
leaving only a few wisps of smoke in the air. Ben looked at his arm
in surprise, The field adaptor? Am I in a dimensional area?

Some
kind of force field, eh? The monster stalked down and grabbed Ben
by the left arm, picking him up. You some kind of alien, is that
it? Ill just be adding that power to my own. The beasts
triumphant expression turned to confusion as something, whatever he
had thought was supposed to happen when he touched Ben, didnt
happen. Whats the deal? Ive never had a hard time stealing
powers from aliens before!

Im
not an alien. Ben smiled and placed the palm of his metal hand
against the monsters face, watching the lights on his arm flare to
life. Slot five, Crush Cannon chip, activate. A bright aura of
yellow light surged around the metal hand, causing the monsters
eyes to widen in surprise, Fire! The blast caught the monster
full on in the face, tearing him away from Ben and hurling his
screaming form through the far wall. The creatures voice echoed
across the San Francisco bay as it skipped across the water, finally
slamming into one of the bridges supports and sinking into the
ocean.

Ben
hit the floor with a thud and lay unmoving, aching and confused. The
sky outside didnt appear mottled or composed of shifting colors as
it usually did when a dimensional area was active, so how could his
chip loader function? He heard a series of clicks, and as he looked
down, he realized that the shape of his metal arm was changing. He
tore his shirt open and off, staring in surprise as the surface of
his arm seemed to reconfigure itself; wires and plates alternately
rose and fell, changing shape and creating new connections. From the
way the leg fabric of his cargo pants was twitching and jerking, he
could only assume that his leg was undergoing much the same
transmogrification, but to what end?

Finally,
when the arm stopped shifting, a watch-like upraised emblem appeared
at the wrist. An hourglass was the only thing to interrupt the smooth
gray surface of the watch-ring prominence, and as he ran a finger
over it the face opened, exposing a series of connection cables; USB,
RF audio, 1396, every imaginable interface cable was tucked inside,
wired into his arm directly. Its that same emblem that was on
the creatures chest, Ben tapped his chin as he stared at the
sleek, more humanoid prosthesis that his old arm had become. Does
this have something to do with the ooze that got on me when that
creature was wounded? He glanced over to the table where he had
hidden the boy, and how the hell do you figure into this mess?

He
tried his leg again and found it once more mobile, so he rose and
retrieved the unconscious boy. Ben noticed how much more natural his
movements seemed as he mounted the stairs; he had always needed to
focus to make them perform actions, but now, they seemed to respond
as if they were part of the muscles and not wired into them. Climbing
the stairs was much easier, and as he opened the doors he found
several police officers pointing guns at him. Freeze, barked a
well-built officer with a crisp blond flat-top, Drop your weapons
and put your hands on your head!

Lieutenant
Steele, thats my grandson! An old man in a Hawaiian flower
print shirt pushed past the officers and took the unconscious boy
from Bens arms, The alien must be inside!

Alright
boys, move in! The officers filed past Ben, and once he was free
he walked over to where the old man had taken the boy.

Crouched
on the blacktop, the old man turned his head toward Ben as he
approached, his hands busy checking his grandsons pulse. Tell
me what happened.

To
be honest, Im not terribly sure. Ben shook his head, One
minute I was standing by the railing, and the next this big black and
white blob-man-thing pulled me out of the way of an airborne bus.
Then this other monster that looked like it had been cobbled together
out of a box of broken action figures blasted the thing that saved
me. Then he knocked me over the side, and when I limbed back up the
thing that saved me was gone, and that monster was about to kill your
grandson. He hesitated for a second, The long and short of it
is, the big monster got blasted out of the warehouse and into the
bay, and I was bringing your grandson up, and then . . . well, you
saw the rest.

The
old man eyed Bens exposed metal hand curiously, Thats a
mighty peculiar piece of jewelry you got there.

Ben
blanched, realizing that he had not put his glove back on. Heh . .
. well, uh-

Grandpa!
A red-haired girl ran up to the old man, Grandpa, what happened,
is Ben alright? She glanced briefly up at the stranger before
returning her worried gaze to her grandfather. While the girl and the
old man were preoccupied, Ben slipped the glove back onto his
prosthetic hand.

Your
cousin is fine, the old man sighed in relief and rose, lifting the
boy into his arms, Looks like I owe you a debt of thanks, Im
Max Tennyson; this is my grandson Ben, and my granddaughter Gwen. I
didnt catch your name, son.

Bradt,
Benjamin Bradt. He extended a gloved hand, shaking Maxs hand
and returning the old mans smile.

Well,
for saving my grandson, I think the least I could do is give you a
hot meal.

I
didnt do much in the way of saving, Benjamin chuckled, But
Id love a meal.

Wonderful!
Max laughed and slapped the older boy on the back, Ill whip up
my special Bloodworm Tartar. Ben laughed and followed them back to
the Rustbucket, not noticing the slight green tinge that colored
Gwens cheeks at the mention of their meal.