Ben 10 Porn Story: Falling for the Enemy Chapter 2

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Right when I was about to pick it up, I had a new thought. Screw everything! I turned to my right and ran.I needed to see what was left of my house. The chances that there was nothing left were huge. But still… It had been my home practically my whole life. I couldn’t just leave it. Seriously, if I wasn’t so upset, I would have definitely called myself a moron.

At this point, I didn’t care if Grandpa Max was following me or not. There was chance he hadn’t seen me drop all my crap and run. Thank god for being on the track team for years! I just kept sprinting. At this rate, I should have been home in about 10 minutes, that is if I didn’t take the long way through the park.

Just my luck. I heard something beep behind me, I looked back and saw the Rustbucket. He HAD seen me. Why I didn’t just stop and ask him for a ride, I don’t know. I just kept running.

“GWEN!” I heard Grandpa shout, through his open window. With no reply, I was just running. I felt a few drops of rain fall on my forehead. Well this was just… PERFECT! The rain seemed to be getting stronger as I kept running.

“Gwen! Stop!” My legs wanted to stop, but my brain thought otherwise. I saw the park sign coming up, and took a right turn. Whew. I sighed as I ran. At least now he wouldn’t be able to follow me.

The rain was starting to get on my nerves, I put my hood up. I knew it wouldn’t help by much. But at least it was something. My eyes started watering up again. I couldn’t tell whether the water on my face was tears or rain. After about 15 minutes, I started getting tired and began to walk. There was about 5 minutes left if I walked. Seeing as I wasn’t in a rush anymore, I decided to just try and relax as muc has I could.

The minute my mind cleared, I thought of my family again. Flashbacks started appearing in my head.

I remembered the first time I had learned to ride a bike. Ken was cheering my on, while Mom and Dad stood there looking proud. Thinking of moments like that made me sob even more. After about 10 flashbacks, I was finally close to my house.

Everything had been burned down. All I saw was black ash on the ground where my house used to stand tall and proud. The area was covered with yellow tape. There was no one around. Everyone had probably left for coffee break, dicks. Shouldn’t they be finding out what the hell happened? I stepped over the yellow tape and stepped on the remains of my home. Absolutely nothing was left.

I looked over to my right. Our neighbor’s house was damaged just a little bit, same with the home on the left. Was someone out to get me and my family? How small did the bomb have to be not to affect my neighbors? Nothing was making sense. I felt the ground under me get softer and softer. As tears started rolling down my cheeks (or rain. I still couldn’t tell), I stepped back over the yellow tape. I sighed. What was I supposed to do now? Live with Ben and his family was great and all… But still… I don’t think I could ever call that place home. All I wanted to do was be with my family once more.

Be with my family once more? A new idea hit me. There was a way to end my suffering. I never thought that I would end up doing this. But, right now… It really did seem like I had nothing left. I ran over to a bus stop that was a few hundred yards away. When I arrived, I pulled my soaked hood down and sat down on the cold asphalt.

For the first time since I heard about my family’s death, I smiled. I knew exactly where I was going and knew all this pain would soon be over. Again, I thought of my grandparents, parents, and Ken. They were all smiling at me. I closed my eyes so that I could focus on them more. Sometimes having magic powers paid off. I remember coming home from the road trip 5 years ago with Grandpa Max and Ben. Everyone was so glad to see me

I heard a honking noise and scrambled to my feet. At first, I thought it was Grandpa Max on his Rustbucket again, but then saw that it was only in the bus. It opened it’s giant doors right in front of me. I walked in, pulled a dollar out from my soaking jeans, and put my money in the slot. Quickly, I walked over to the back of the bus. It then took off.

There was no one on the bus, not that I was surprised. It was probably only around 2:30 p.m.

“Ditching school, Missy?” I heard the bus driver say in a loud voice.

“No,” I replied rudely. Why did he care? The rest of the ride was silent. I started at the window. This will be the last time I ever see any of these places. I sighed. In about 15 minutes, I was off the bus and walking up.

I was on the top of Colony Bridge. It was a few hundred feet from the river that was at least 15 feet deep. Luckily, not that many cars came by there. No one would question me or try to stop me. There was a large wire fence about four feet talling across the bridge. This would be a cinch! Quickly, I climbed over. There was still about four feet between me and the very edge of the bridge. I took a deep breath and took a small step forward.

Suddenly, I heard a car pulled up to the fence. It quickly stopped and screeched as it did so. I cringed at the noise and shut my eyes. After a few seconds I opened them again. When I did so, rain got in my eye. It didn’t sting or anything, just felt strange.

The car that pulled up was a green camero with a large black stripe. It looked like it just had a new paint job. A tall guy walked out from his car. He was wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans. There were also black boots to match. His skin was tan, his long hair black. I couldn’t tell clearly, but it seemed he had black eyes from a distance.

“Oy! What are you doing?” his voice was deep. No doubt he was at least sixteeen or seventeen years old. He seemed just a bit… attractive? Something inside me started shaking, and it felt like I had seen this guy somewhere before.

I just stood there, paralyzed. He ran up to the fence. My eyes widened and I was about to walk back, but before I took a step, I remembered I was on the very edge already. Before I knew it, he was right in front of me.

“Give me your hand,” he rasped as he reached his hand out.

“No,” I said as bravely as I could.

He rolled his eyes, “Look, just give me your hand. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help.”

Well that seemed sweet. He didn’t exactly look like the type of guy who just helped people. Something about him seemed a bit dark, sinister even.

I simply retorted, “Well maybe I don’t want your help.”

He rolled his eyes again and I could tell he was getting impatient, “I know you really don’t want to kill yourself. I’m sure your situation is awful, but killing yourself really isn’t the answer.”

I licked my lips and thought about it for a second. Maybe he was right. I had made this decision way too fast, maybe it really wasn’t worth it. But then again… What else did I have to live for?

“How do you know?” I replied coldly and walked up to the fence as close as I could.

“I’ve lost more than you can ever imagine, and you don’t see me jumping off bridges.”

“Does that include your practically your whole family getting bombed?”

“No. But I don’t have any family left either.”

My gaze got softer and I avoided looking him right in the eyes, “I’m sorry.”

He simply shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. So come on. Please, come back over.”

I sighed. There was obviously no convincing this guy. I look at the navy blue water below. Blinking a couple times, I gave him my hand and he helped me climb back over the fence. Once I was over, I realized I was standing face-to-face with the guy who just saved my life. Damn was he tall! He was practically a foot taller than me, maybe a little bit less. Well… I’m not that tall, only 5’6.

I tucked some hair behind my ear (NOT FLIRTING!) and quietely said, “Thanks, um…”

“Kevin.”

“Thanks Kevin,” I smiled as he started walking back to his car. Whoa whoa whoa! Wait a minute! Kevin. Then it hit me, tall, black hair, family gone… It couldn’t be! Kevin Levin?! I couldn’t stop myself from saying his name out loud. He stopped.

“How do you know my last name?”

“Uh… Well…” I began stuttering. He spun around and held my arms. I looked at his eyes. They really were black, filled with anger. But who could blame him? This guy had a pretty tough life. Wait. How did he escape the Null Void? I thought Ben had locked him up for good.

“Wait,” he ran his hand through my wet hair, “you’re Tennyson’s cousin, aren’t you?” I got scared again. How had he figured that out? I nodded slowly and started chewing on my upper lip. His grip was getting painful. He didn’t let go though.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in your preppy school or something?”

“I told you. Most of my family is gone and I want to end my pain now.”

He took a deep breath, “No you don’t. You just… Never mind.” Kevin let go of my arms and walked to his car. I blinked a few times before I ran up to his car. He started the engine.

I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, but I tapped on his window. There was no way I could be left alone, not again. Kevin lowered his window, “Look, I’m leaving, what do you want?”

“Look, can you just give me a ride?”

“Why would I do something like that?”

“Please. Kevin. I’m begging you,” my eyes started watering, “I don’t want to be left alone. Please.”

Kevin took a deep breath, “Get in.” He sounded pissed off. Of course I don’t blame him. My cousin practically ruined his life. It was obvious he wanted nothing to do with me. I got in his car and fastened my seat belt.

“Where to?”

“Um. Adams Prep. And Kevin?”

He looked at me.

“Thanks.”

“Whatever.

The car ride was silent. Personally, I didn’t exactly want to have small talk with him. As we rode, I still couldn’t believe that it was in fact Kevin Levin who saved my life. Maybe he really had changed.

A/N: Hope ya liked it! Review! I’ll post the next chapter tomorrow. See yaz!