Ben 10 Porn Story: The Jumper Chronicles Ben 10 Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Ben looked at his
grandfather from across the RVs kitchen table, cautiously eyeing
the concoction that was hissing away in the iron skillet that Max was
tending. Call me crazy, but I never thought a late-night snack
would consist of dock worms and rose hips . . . whatever those are .
. . Hey grandpa, he set the Sumo Slammer game down, Does
it seem to you like Gwens been gone for awhile now?

Im sure shes
just gone after our guest. He chuckled as he gave the pan a slight
flip, tossing the contents up and catching them again, I knew that
Gwen was concerned, so I let her go. Benjamin will keep her safe, Im
sure, and talking to someone whos prone to a similar state of mind
might be good for him.

Whatever . . .
Ben moaned and laid his head down on the table, Man . . . the
summer set me up for disappointment. I thought thered be all kinds
of alien butt-kicking when I was out of school, but this spring break
has turned into a spring bust.

Something huge slammed
into the side of the Rust Bucket, knocking it onto its side and
sending it skidding across the ground. Ben and Max bounced around
inside of the cabin like crash-test dummies as it jerked and jostled
its way across pavement, slamming into a parked car. Max groaned and
rubbed his head, glaring in annoyance at his grandson. Be careful
what you wish for, Ben. The pair of heroes climbed out of the RV
door, located on their temporary ceiling, and lowered themselves down
to the street. Ben quickly brought his plasma rifle up to bear as his
eyes narrowed on the familiar sight of Driscoll, the Forever King.
The old plumber narrowed his eyes and primed the gun, its barrel
filling with a searing blue light. Driscoll, I wish I could say I
was glad to see you, but Id be lying.

Ah, Maxwell
Tennyson, how good to see you again. The armored figure raised his
visor and bowed mockingly, And you as well, young Master Ben. I
hope that youve been well in my absence?

Yeah, Ben crossed
his arms defiantly, Youre about as missed as an atomic wedgie.

Ah, youth . . .
Driscoll laughed haughtily, As much as I have enjoyed our banter,
I must put an end to our little reunion. He drew his laser sword,
Hex, let us commence.

Agreed, Ben and
Max whirled around as the diminutive form of the master sorcerer
appeared in a burst of smoke and amber light. He grinned malevolently
beneath his rictus face paint as he brandished his staff, the
Archamada Book of Spells levitating dutifully before him. Hello
Ben, how wonderful to see you again. Id originally planned to
cross spellbooks with your irritating little cousin, but since shes
not here, I thought that while the Forever King takes care of your
grandfather, I might pick on someone my own size. He punctuated
the statement with his own childish laughter.

Pick away, Ben
smirked as he pushed a button, causing the Omnitrix selection
plunger to rise, because in about three seconds youre going to
be down-sized.

Hex might not be a
match for you, Tennyson, a cruel voice called in an inhuman
sibilance, But Im certain that Ill be able to manage
whatever you decide to draw.

Ice filled Bens
veins as he turned slowly, his green eyes widening as his gaze was
filled by a nightmare in putrid green flesh. The Chimera Sui Generis
called Vilgax towered over Ben at an inhuman ten feet in height, his
arms bulging with grotesque muscles and the occasional cybernetic
tension rod. His red eyes gleamed murderously down on the diminutive
hero, his tentacle-bearded maw writhing like a nest of angry snakes.
You . . . you cant be alive! Youre dead! DEAD! Bens
voice cracked as he all but screamed the words.

Vilgax drank in Bens
fear with no small degree of delight. I have told you time and
again that you are not adequate to stop me, Ben Tennyson. In times
past, I would have taken the Omnitrix from you and left you to your
own fate. But now, he flexed his vicious claws as his arms bulged
grotesquely, I will tear it from your exanimate human flesh!

Transcordis
Relocus! A swirling wind whipped up around Ben and Max,
obscuring them from sight in a blinding field of debris. The cyclone
subsided after a few seconds, and the collected villains were
surprised to see that both of them had vanished.

Where did they go?!
Driscolls helmet visor clicked shut.

The girl is nearby,
Hex turned, glaring angrily at the gathered heroes. Theyre
behind us!

Vilgax and Driscoll
turned, glaring at the gathered Tennysons; Gwen held her hands in
arcane gestures as azure light eclipsed the girl, her own spell book
hovering nearby. Max clutched a plasma rifle in each hand, the
barrels crackling with energy begging to be released as Ben vanished
in an emerald flash, his silhouette replaced by the imposing form of
Ben-Viktor. Benjamin Bradt stood to Gwens left, his arms crossed
in cautious scrutiny of the villainous trio. Spotting the unfamiliar
face, Driscoll laughed. Oh my Max, has everyone in your family
chosen you to watch their children?

Hes not a
chi-Gwen started to snarled an angry reply, but the teenager
silenced her by laying his hand on her shoulder.

Funny, Benjamin
began to meticulously roll up his right sleeve, exposing the gray
metal of his prosthetic arm, Everyone keeps treating me like a
child. He smirked and pointed his metal palm toward the armored
man, I think thats what makes this so gratifying. His palm
flashed brightly, and a coruscating sphere of light streaked forward,
catching Driscoll in the chest and blasting him backwards and through
the face of a brick building.

That one attack served
as a trigger, and pandemonium erupted around them; the words that
rolled from Hexs mouth were guttural and inhuman, his hands
blasting forth bolts of arcane force that flared brightly as they
exploded against Gwens arcane shield as Gwens voice evoked
incantations of her own. Ben-Viktor roared and sprang at Vilgax,
bands of emerald lightning snapping viciously from his hands as he
slammed his hammer-like fists into the towering alien monstrosity.
One time or a thousand times, no matter how many times you creep
from the shadows, Ill always destroy you!

With Vilgax under
Ben-Viktors full attention, Max turned his guns on Driscoll,
raining plasma down on the brick debris that shielded the Forever
King. From his foxhole, Driscoll returned fire via the energy
blasters in his gauntlets, forcing Max to retreat to the safety of
nearby parked cars. What do you say we put the tech down and
settle this like gentlemen? Max shouted from the other side of his
metal shield.

The Forever King
laughed mockingly, As worthy an opponent as you may be, Maxwell, I
feel that dirtying my hands by choking the life from you would be
vulgar and unnecessary; regardless of how satisfying it would be.

Beneath the hail of
powerful blows, Vilgax felt his strength continuing to grow, so much
so that he shrugged off Ben-Viktor like a flea, rising to his feet
with a victorious snarl. Foolish little boy, Vilgax sneered as
he caught one of Ben-Viktors fists in his own, Your unfounded
confidence will be your undoing. The tension rods sank into
inhuman arms, and monstrous power surged though his already imposing
frame, allowing Vilgax to swing Ben-Viktor around like a rag doll
before slamming him into the street. Asphalt sprayed out around
Ben-Viktors Shelly-esque alien form as the street gave away
beneath him, the wind crushed from his lungs by the force of the
impact.

Vilgax roared in pain
as Benjamin appeared behind him, slashing an energy blade down his
back and damaging a number of the cybernetic implants. The alien
turned, red eyes aglow with pain, What is it about humans that
makes them hunger so intensely for their own demises?

Were gluttons for
punishment. Ben drew back his mechanical arm, the energy blade
receding as a series of sliding rings formed a cannon barrel. Were
obnoxiously resilient, and we enjoy inflicting pain on others. The
cannon blast belched smoke and fury, sending the monstrous alien
backwards, Atleast . . . I do.

Youre not alone.
Ben-Viktor grinned and brought his clasped fists down across Vilgaxs
face, driving him into the ground with enough force to make him
bounce, Ive discovered the violent battering of alien
troublemakers to be therapeutic.

The ever-growing surge
of power vanished suddenly, sending Vilgax into a vicious rage as he
snarled and swung his claws. Ben-Viktor leapt out of the way, using
his electromagnetic powers to avoid the metal blades. Taunt and
flee, taunt and flee, the aliens voice was harsh with bitter
fury. Stand and face me like a warrior, unless youre too
afraid!

The teenager grinned
and turned to face Vilgax, crossing his arms defiantly. Alright,
you whiny Cthulhu knock-off, come and get me. One free shot, and I
wont move from this spot.

Ben-Viktors eyes
widened and he shouted a warning cry, but it was too late; Vilgax
launched himself at the teenager, snarling victoriously as his
massive hands prepared to rip him apart. He grabbed Benjamin with one
hand, digging his talons into the boy and his other fist slammed
down, delivering the blow with bone-liquefying force. The cry of
alarm was enough to draw Gwens attention away from her diminutive
opponent, in time to see Benjamins mangled form rocket across the
sky and slam into a nearby car with a sickening thump. Ben!
Gwen and Ben-Viktor shouted the cry in unison as they disengaged
their opponents and ran toward their fallen ally. Max saw the entire
scene, but as he attempted to leave his hiding space, a shot from
Driscoll tanged off of the fender next to his head, forcing him to
recoil from potential harm.

By the time the two
youngest Tennysons had reached the fallen teenager, he was laughing.
Benjamin climbed up to his feet, his clothes tattered but his flesh
unmarred. He smiled and pointed the flat palm of his metal hand
toward the enraged Chimera Sui Generis, I guess its my turn to
Rochambeau; engage Myrmidon style. Bens fist shifted again,
thickening into what almost resembled an exaggerated armored
gauntlet. Activate area steal. Benjamin disappeared,
reappearing an instant later before Vilgax and driving his metal fist
into the aliens torso. The impact sounded as if a bomb had gone
off, and the blow sent the screaming Vilgax flying backwards,
demolishing two parked cars and the building that Driscoll was using
as cover, entombing them both beneath a rain of brick and mortar.

That was awesome!
Ben-Viktor raced over and high-fived Benjamin Bradt as they heard
Driscoll cry out in alarm.

Hex frowned at the
sudden shift of odds as the three Tennysons and their ally turned to
face him. This is not as it should be! Hexs mind raced in
panic, Vilgax should be all but indestructible, thanks to the
stones influence . . . unless . . . His brow furrowed as he
waved the staff, vanishing in a burst of red light. Similar light
erupted from the rubble, indicating that both Driscoll and Vilgax had
been summoned away.

Bens
Frankenstein-like form vanished in a flash of red, revealing the
diminutive form of Ben Tennyson. He trust a fist high, We kicked
their butts!

That was amazing!
Gwen jumped up and hugged the teenager, How did you shrug off
Vilgax like that?

Im not sure,
Benjamin grinned, I just felt like he couldnt hurt me, so I
went with it.

That was a major
gamble, son, Max slapped the teen on the shoulder, Im glad
to see it paid off, but you nearly game me heart failure!

Sorry about that
Max.

Who cares! Ben
brandished the Omnitrix as if it were a victory sign, With the
four of us together, no bad guy stands a chance! Were the
invincible Ben Force!

Ben Force? The
group cry was anything but supportive.

—

Hexs head was all
that was visible as Vilgax wrapped his claws around the infant
wizards form. You said I would be invincible, but I cant
even scratch that irritating brat or his friends!

Agreed, Hex,
Driscolls face was terrifyingly unhappy as he shed the ruined suit
of armor. I provided you with the Archamada, as well as a small
fortunes worth of occult artifacts, with the understanding that
Vilgax would be I-N-V-I-N-C-I-B-L-E. This hardly seems invincible!
He threw the battered helmet across the lab, shattering a rack of
beakers.

I can explain . . .
cant . . . breathe . . . the diminutive wizard thrashed weakly
against the Chimera Sui Generis grip, turning purple as Vilgax
slowly crushed the life from him.

Driscoll nodded toward
Vilgax, who released the wizard, albeit reluctantly. Fine, explain
to me why I shouldnt let him kill you for this idiocy. Make me
spare your life, Hex.

Massaging his bruised
throat, the tiny wizard summoned his staff and started toward the
ruby crystal that cast its malevolent glow over the room. If you
notice, the young Tennysons attacks did no damage to Vilgax,
although the newcomers every offense seemed impossibly strong,
correct?

Do not taunt me with
your failure. Vilgax bared his claws.

But while Tennyson
was striking you, you continued to grow stronger, correct?

Vilgax nodded absently.
Driscoll glared in annoyance at the tiny wizard. Get to the point,
Hex, Im in no mood for pointless exposition.

I think we need
someone else here, to completely explain the nature of this
complicated relationship. Hex waved his staff, and in a flash,
Benjamin Bradt appeared.

What the hell is
going on here? Bens arm formed a cannon and he pointed it at
Vilgax, Send me back, now!

Vilgax bared his claws
and snarled at Benjamin, while Driscoll grabbed up a plasma rifle,
You idiot, Hex, youve brought the enemy into our midst!

Hex smiled and waved
them both away, Relax, no fighting will commence here. I have
summoned you here, Mister Bradt, because you are a vital component to
my explanation.