Ben 10 Porn Story: The Jumper Chronicles – Chapter 4
Chapter 3
The camper was silent, save the soft hiss of music playing through an mp3 player. Benjamin was sitting up at the table, headphones running from his ears into a small Zen V music player that was fused into the underside of his right arm. As he had for the past fifteen minutes, he just . . . stared at it. Hed been holding it, selecting a song, when the metal of his hand sucked it into his palm. A few seconds later, it had emerged from his arm as if the metal plates were water, blinking patiently and waiting for him to select a song. When hed pressed play, the hourglass icon on his wrist had opened, and a wireless earpiece had fallen out. The clock across the street chimed midnight, but he couldnt hear it, as he was busy running a finger along the LCD screen, raising and lowering the volume.
Benjamin? The red-haired teen jumped as Max emerged from the campers back, rubbing one eye sleepily, Whatre you doing up?
Im sorry if I woke you Max, he said quietly, glancing over toward the sleeping forms of Ben and Gwen on the bunk beds to his right. My arms acting funny, and I guess it got me thinking about the things I cant remember. You know, stupid things I ought not to dwell on, but cant seem to not.
Thats perfectly understandable, Max laid a hand on his shoulder, Ive got some diagnostic software well hook it up to tomorrow. In the meantime, try to get some sleep.
Yeah, sorry Max, Im just dumb sometimes.
The old man chuckled, Youre fine, now go to bed. Goodnight son.
Good night Max. The old man returned to the bed in the back, while Benjamin returned to his makeshift bed, consisting of the captain and co-pilot seats, laid back and turned to connect into one long cot. He curled up under the sleeping bag and stared out into the stars, haunted by the face of a red-haired girl who called to his dreams. Her beautiful face was contorted in fear, and for reasons he couldnt explain, it made his chest ache. Whoever she was, her pain turned the teens heart inside out with anguish, and it made him feel . . . lost.
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Deep within the catacombs beneath Portland, a boy painted like a skeleton sat cross-legged, floating before a great glowing gemstone. His young voice chanted in an eerie reverb that the crystals light pulsed in rhythm with. Behind him, a massive armored man watched with interest. Truly amazing; I am pleased to see that your mystical powers have not been diminished in any capacity, regardless of your regression. I should have pursued you, rather than that . . . insolent girl-child niece of yours.
The boy stopped chanting, lowering closer to the ground so that his legs could touch the stone beneath him. He turned, the tails of his dark red cloak brushing the ground. Charm Caster has some power, and much potential, but if grand designs are what you seek, then your time is better invested in the company of a master magician.
Indeed so, Mister Hex. The Forever King chuckled darkly, I trust that your abridged copy of the Archamada Book of Spells is up to par for the task?
Yes, though I wish you had not removed the pages you did, his lips curled back into a grin that mimicked the painted rictus he wore. The spells you took out would only make our allegiance that much more powerful.
Perhaps, the armored man stepped towards the crystal, But considering your past attempts with it, I thought it necessary. I want to move forward as Earths king, not travel back into the dark ages. He reached out toward the crystal, its radiance assuming a red hue. I trust our third ally will be along presently?
Indeed, Hex chuckled, It was not hard to find his spirit in the cosmos, so pickled with rage and hate for the Tennysons. He all but begged to be returned to the flesh.
And the Dewitchery diamond is enough of a power source to meet our ends?
Not quite, but Ive supplemented it, thanks to the spells within the Archamanda. Utilizing the power of other lost souls, bound by the ties of regret, he will walk within five days. Of course, with the Negrazzo Pactifia spell, the rebirth would be much faster . . .
Five days is fine. The Forever King turned to leave Hex with his project. I will return then, and I anxiously await to meet this . . . third ally.
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Alright Benjamin, Ive got it all set up. Max flipped a series of switches on the devices front, causing it to hum to life. The LCD screen displayed a series of strings of code and technical data, then began to request that they hook up the device that would be diagnosed. He gestured toward it, Just hook your arm up, and we should be good to go.
The red-haired teen tapped the hourglass emblem on his wrist, exposing the myriad of connection lines, before selecting a USB cable head. The cord unfurled smoothly as he pulled it from the arm, easily finding enough to allow it to connect to one of the many ports on the diagnostic computers side. Are you sure this will work, Max? I mean, do you usually run diagnostic software into pseudo-evolving cybernetic prosthetics?
Plumber technology is designed to understand any and all types of complex machinery. He patted Benjamin on the shoulder, Im sure it will work just fine.
Once connected, the screen glowed brightly, then blacked out with a beep. Or . . . itll short out your computer. Gwen added pessimistically from the back.
Sorry I broke your machine, Max. Benjamin pressed a hand against his temple, Im sure theres nothing to worry about. He winced, gasping quietly.
Benjamin, are you alright? Maxs face darkened with concern.
Im okay, just starting to get a migraine. The surge of pain made Ben grunt, scrunching his eyes closed, I get them from time to time, a side effect of the- he broke off his sentence with a groan of pain, pressing his hands against his head. Oh God, its a bad one, havent had one this bad in- the teenager screamed in pain and lurched out of the seat, hitting the floor of the RV with a heavy thud.
Ben leapt out of the passenger seat, dropping his Sumo Slammer game as he hurried toward the crumpled form. Oh crud, is he okay Grandpa?
Im not sure, Max lifted the teenager into his arms, I think hes having some sort of seizure. We need to get him to a hospital. Ben went stiff as he released a blood-curdling scream, ultimately going limp in the old mans arms as he lapsed into unconsciousness. Gwen, Im going to drive toward the nearest hospital. I need you and your cousin to stay back here and check Benjamins vitals, tell me if theres any change. He laid the unconscious teen down on the bed in the back and rushed to the steering wheel. Ben and Gwen took up places by their unconscious guest while Max floored the accelerator, causing the RV to roar off down the street.
Grandpa, Gwens voice shook slightly, Theres a little blood coming from Bens ears, I know that cant be good.
This is taking too long. Ben rose and tapped the button on his wrist, activating the Omnitrixs DNA selector. Im going to go XLR8 and take Ben to the hospital, you two can catch up. He slammed the plunger on the watch down, releasing a burst of emerald light as the watchs energy surged through him; limbs hardened and narrowed as pink flesh turned to sharp blue scales, and the dirty white sneakers hed worn all summer were quickly replaced with the black ball-shaped feet possessed by all Kinecerans. Closing the face plate of his chitinous helmet, Ben-XLR8 scooped up the unconscious teen and was out the door in a blur.
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People on the busy San Francisco streets would remember that day as particularly windy, their hats being blown off and their dresses and coats blasted mercilessly by a somewhat erratic gust of wind that haunted the boulevard. Moving too fast to be seen by normal eyes, Ben-XLR8 was taking full advantage of his Kineceran speed as he weaved between pedestrians and cars alive. Periodically he would glance down, wondering how his friend was doing and wishing that his helmet had the scanning capacity that his future self had demonstrated. Hold on Ben , he thought desperately, Were almost there.
As Ben-XLR8 looked back up, a thick Kineceran tail caught him across the chest and face, knocking him off his feet. With his balance disrupted he could not hope to keep his velocity under control, and he hit the street hard. Benjamin was torn from Ben-XLR8s grasp as he skipped and bounced down the sidewalk, knocking two people off of their feet and smashing through a Mercedes before he finally skidded to a stop. Ben rolled and bounced several times, the abrasive concrete chewing his shirt and jeans up, before he hit a stationary mail box, bending it to the contours of his body as he hit it, then fell limp to the street.
Groaning and shaking his head as he slowly rose, the Kinecerans ears were plagued by a deafening ringing sound as chaos exploded around him. People were screaming and running for their lives, although the most dominating sound was the victorious laughter as Kevin stalked toward his downed foe.
You were going pretty fast there, Benny boy, the mutated boy laughed, Im surprised that your head didnt come off your shoulders with that one. He wrapped his thick, inhuman fingers around Ben-XLR8s narrow throat, Let me help you with that.
Sprawled on the street, Benjamin Bradt groaned as his eyes flew open. His body hurt in numerous places, and he could taste blood from where he had split his lip on the concrete. He slowly sat up, shaking his head to clear the fog, when a green grid-like design flooded his vision. A blinking cursor appeared, and as he stared in shock at the strange image before him, words began to form:
INTERNAL DIAGNOSTIC SOFTWARE ON-LINE
SCANNING
An hourglass appeared, ticking in a slow circle, before the words changed again:
SYSTEMS AT 97 PERCENT AND CLIMBING
ESTIMATED TIME TO REPAIR . . . 100 SECONDS
ACCESSING MENU
1) SYSTEM DIAGNOSTIC TOOL
2) GLOBAL POSITIONING SOFTWARE
3) CELLULAR NETWORK INTERFACE
4) WIRELESS INTERNET INTERFACE
5) MPEG-1 AUDIO LAYER 3 INTERFACE
6) ACTIVATE BATTLE MODE
Battle mode? The words had barely formed in his mind before the icon lit up:
6) BATTLE MODE SELECTED
ACESSING BATTLE MODE OPTIONS
TARGETING PROTOCOL . . . ENGAGED
WEAPON PROTOCOLS . . . ENGAGED
RESPONSE ENHANCEMENT . . . ENGAGED
Adrenaline surged through Bens blood, making him forget his wounds as he climbed to his feet, involuntarily clenching his fist. I dont know what the hells going on . . . I feel like Im in a video game . . . His eyes landed on the sight of Kevin, his thick clenched around Ben-XLR8s throat as he squeezed, leering maliciously at the flailing alien. A drop down menu labeled Weapon Protocols appeared in his right eye. Weapon protocols: Crush Cannon, Vulcan Style, Moon Blade, Mithras . . . oh crap, these are my Battle Chips! Theyve been uploaded into my mainframe . . . wait, I have a mainframe?! What the f- He clapped himself on the cheeks, Focus Ben, situation at hand first, exposition later.
Kevin! The shout caused the mutated man to release his grip, dropping the gasping Kineceran to the ground. His eyes turned toward the battered teenager that stared down on him, arms down as if he were a gun fighter in a western movie. One chance; leave now, or I make you leave.
Kevin laughed uproariously, clutching his stomach as he doubled over with the act. You cannot be serious!
Deadly serious, The Poltergeist sub-selection lit up, and immediately small cursors filled his field of vision, selecting various objects in the immediate vicinity. The clock is ticking, make your move. Kevin lashed out with one hand, sending a ball of flame at the teenager. With the screech of twisted metal, the mail box tore free of the sidewalk and slid in front of Ben, detonating in a stupendous shower of smoke and flaming mail.
What the heck was that? Kevin glanced around in surprise, You got the dweebs cousin stashed away, playing Houdini for you? It wont help!
Ben grinned at the note of surprise in the mutants voice, I dont need Gwendolyns help to take you out, I have all the assistance I need right here. He thrust forward with both hands, and various debris around him lurched into action. Trash in the waste bins along the sidewalk burst forth as if expectorated by the metal bins themselves, peppering Kevin with bits of food and other scraps of garbage.
Throw all the trash you want, Ill just make you eat it! Fear made Kevins voice sound harsher.
Fliers and half-eaten hotdogs arent what you ought to fear! With a groan, the mangled Mercedes lurched up, Its the rest of whats not nailed down you ought to be concerned with! The car hit Kevin full on, lifting him up and slamming him through the front window of a Radio Shack.
What kind of freak are you?!
The F word sent a spike of rage through Benjamin Bradt, and as if sensing his anger, various cables and corded devices swarmed Kevin, mummifying his body under layers of plastic, rubber, and copper. FREAK? His voice cracked as he shouted the hateful word, Last I checked, I could shop at a K-mart without looking like a Halloween display run amok! Who the hell are you to call me a freak?! He tightened one fist and swung as if punching something to his right, and like a puppet on a string, the mummified Kevin hurtled through the air and demolished a bakery truck parked on the side of the street.
Kevin screamed his own battle cry as he shredded the bonds, ripping the door of the van off and hurling it at Ben like a Frisbee. Unable to redirect the kinetic energy in it, the door caught him across the waist and drug him across the street, slamming him into and through a park bench. Ben cried out in pain as he hit the ground, and again as Kevin leapt onto him, slamming one massive fist into his chest. Ill kill you for that, you freaking . . . freaking . . . FREAK!
Nice choice of words, Ben-XLR8 hit Kevin like a train, unleashing a blinding hail of blows that sent him reeling. You speak like you fight, crappily. A cyclone-force lash of his tail sent Kevin skittering into the middle of the street. The omnitrix beeped three times, restoring Ben to his human form in a burst of red light. The young Tennyson crossed his arms and laughed, With your second-rate alien powers youd be better off giving up fighting me and focus on learning to speak good English.
You think y- . . . you think youre so cool! Kevin staggered to his feet, all four hands balled into angry fists. You think youre better than me! But Ive got powers you dont! Im Kevin Ele- The mutants furious proclamation was muted by the deafening roar of an air horn, and as he turned, the Rustbucket slammed into him at full speed.
Using the extended battering ran to cushion the impact, the speedometer read a whopping ninety miles an hour right before Max rammed it into Kevins bulging torso, turning the amalgamated alien into an eight foot tall missile that impacted a brick building with enough force to bring it down around him. Skidding to a stop, Max and Gwen leapt out of the side door. Are you two okay? Maxs face was wrought with concern.
Im okay grandpa, Ben flashed the old man a victorious thumbs up, You okay Ben?
Yup, super. The teenager did not rise from his resting spot, sprawled through the middle of what used to be a park bench, sunken about an inch into the soil, thanks to Kevins punch. Im just gonna lay here until I forget what having two by fours broken over my back feels like. Come pick me up in a week or so.
No time, Max nodded towards the RV, The scanner says that Lt. Steele is on the way with a SWAT team. We have to go now!
Ben reached a hand out to Benjamin, Need a hand?
Thanks, he dragged himself out of the dirt, and its speak English well.
What?
What you said to Kevin. The correct grammatical usage would be learn to speak English well.
Yeesh, Ben rolled his eyes, Youre going to get along with my cousin just fine.