Ben 10 Porn Story: My Friend Supergirl Chapter 4
I’m Doooonnnneee!!! :D
I epic fail at speeches as you’ll see later. I like how I wrapped this up plot-wise, but writing wise I’m not so sure. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Also, remember to vote! Should Nicky get weird, or a new kid? So far it’s Nicky, so if you object, speak now or forever hold your peace. And I’m giving you the name of the sequel at the end of this, so stay tuned!
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own anything but my OCs. Yeah… Especially that quote at the end. I edited it, though. I think a lot of you will know where it’s from. ;D
Four days had passed since the monsters attacked.
School had been canceled for the next week or so, for obvious reasons. Some kids were hiding in their houses, afraid that they would come back, but the rest of us had fallen into a state of solemnity. Two students had died in that ambush. One of them was Eric McKinley, whose stomach was ripped out while he tried to get away. The students that werent in the cafeteria at the time were mourning him. But us who saw the battle knew the one who deserved to be grieved.
Gwen.
I didnt see exactly what happened until it was televised a day later. After Gwen had twisted her leg, she continued to fight back, and was knocked unconscious. But before they could finish her off, another monster swooped in, this one with a pair of giant blue moth wings. It literally froze the other creatures in the room, then grabbed Gwen and flew off. No ones seen her since.
If that Mothman didnt mean her any harm, he would have taken her to a hospital. I checked every single one in the area- no Gwen Tennyson. The police dubbed her as missing, meaning she wasnt at home either. And whenever I called her cell phone, all I heard was a recording of her voice that made my heart ache.
She had vanished of the face of the planet, as far as anyone knew. Death was the only explanation. Which was exactly why I was walking down the street on that cold, windy night, dragging a suitcase of flowers, pictures and potato chips behind me.
The breeze prodded at my eyes, giving my tears an early start. I wiped them away. I would need those later. I went over what I was going to say, just to distract me, but all that would do is make me walk into Rachels house bawling. The song Im Yours tended to cheer me up, so I started playing it in my mind. The next thing I knew, Boulovard of Broken Dreams was blaring in the back of my head. It was hopeless.
I continued to wander through the cold, marching to the depressing song I had stuck in my head. I think one or two drops of rain hit my skin, but I didnt care much. B the time I arrived at Beths place, I had started considering suicide.
I was greeted by a group of friends, all silently slouched on the couches. It looked like we were all there, so I decided to call this to order.
Alright, everyone, lets get this set up, I sighed, unzipping my case. They stood up in a zombie-like manner and began taking out trinkets and snacks. The rest of what happened wasnt very exciting, so Ill skip that. Pretty soon, we were sitting in a semicircle of chairs, facing a makeshift altar with a picture of Gwen and a whole lot of flowers. Rachel, who had coordinated and hosted the whole event, was standing in front of us.
She cleared her throat and began. We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of our friend, Gwen Tennyson. Who would like to share their speech first?
I raised my hand. Id rather go in fine and come out crying than go both ways crying. She nodded and sat down, and I came to the front. I usually had stage fright, but the fact that the audience was depressed made it a bit easier.
Gwen was a great friend. No, an awesome friend. Even in the toughest times of my life, she was always there for me. Sure, she was acting a bit strange, but she had probably been going through the toughest time of her life. Unfortunately, she never got to share with us what it was. She was loyal, kind, and all around amazing. My voice was starting to crack. But, we have to remember that she will always be with us in spirit.
I remember the first day she came to Bellwood, five years ago. I had been having a really, really bad day. I broke my arm a week earlier, and it looked really stupid. Back then I was a loner, and didnt have any real friends. Some bullies started harassing me at lunch. I was helpless. That is, until Gwen came to my aid.
It was her first day ever at this school, and she was already standing up to the meanest kids in school. And she scared him off, too. She was my hero, and the bravest person Ive ever met. And she demonstrated that bravery again, putting her life in danger to save me, and the rest of us, from those creatures.
A tear ran down my cheek, the first of many. I sniffed and continued. One of the last times I saw her, after she passed out in English class, she told me that she was keeping it from me because she didnt want to get me in danger. That applies to all of you, too. I turned around and pulled her notebook from my case that sat next to me. The group stirred with a bit of excitement.
We cant let her sacrifice be in vain, I said, my voice raising. The contents of this book are not for our eyes. We may get in trouble for knowing too much, which would make her efforts to save us pointless. I say we turn this in to the authorities, without looking at it ourselves. Whos with me!
It amazed me how much enthusiasm a group of mourners can put into a single Aye!. I actually smiled, nodded, and proceeded to bump into the altar as I returned to my seat, knocking the picture of her to the floor. No one noticed, though, and Yanling was already up to give her speech. In a matter of minutes, we were all depressed again.
But halfway through, someone knocked on the door. Yanling, who had been telling a anecdote about how Gwen had found her runaway dog, stopped dead and looked at it blankly. I got up, seeing as I was the only one aware of what was going on. I opened the door and almost screamed.
Right there, out in the hallway, was Gwen.
I was paralyzed, unable to speak. She was alive. And she was here. If I hadnt been hanging onto the doorknob, I would have fallen over in shock.
Her kind smile turned into a panicked frown as she looked around the room. Oh God, who died? she asked worriedly.
The room exploded. All of the girls leaped from their seats, pushing past each other, trying to get to Gwen first. She yelped as everyone started hugging her, knocking her back. Something fell against my chest, bringing me back to reality. A crutch. None of my friends were on crutches, as far as I knew. I shrugged and joined the group hug.
What the heck is going on? Gwen sputtered. We dispersed a bit, giving her some space. But all that happened was that she fell back on her butt the second we stopped supporting her weight. I pushed to the front of the group, and realized the crutch must have been hers. Her entire lower leg was encased in a plastic cast.
Gwen! I cried, crouching down and giving her a more personal hug. Youre alive!
She chuckled. Well, that answers my question about who died. So, what exactly is going on?
We were holding you a memorial service, I explained. It was my turn for questions. Where were you? Are you okay?
Im fine, she assured me. After the D- she paused, I mean monsters, broke my leg, this other monster came and saved me and brought me to a hospital a few towns away.
But Ive checked every hospital in the area! I replied.
Did you check Berkley?
No
Thought so.
I would have felt like an idiot if I hadnt been so relieved. I smiled, gave one last squeeze, and let the others have a turn with her. I toppled onto a chair, overwhelmed by the flash flood of happiness. It was an absolute miracle. Then I remembered that she was still a missing person.
Hey, Gwen, I said, timing it so I talked right after she was finished with Mary. Dont we still have to show you to the police or something?
Done, she replied. Kevin offered to take care of it. I think he expects a cash reward or something. Anyway, Ive got something to say to everyone.
I made the announcement, and everyone hushed. She wandered out in front of us and began.
“The fact that you held this for me is really sweet. Kind of pointless since I’m not dead, but still sweet. Over the past few weeks, I’ve gotten so caught up in my own life that I forgot how much I love all you guys. Now I’m going to make it up to you. Since we have snacks and everything, why don’t we have a party?”
There was a murmur of excitement at this. We all nodded enthusiastically at her.
She clapped her hands together. “Well, let’s get started!”
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Gwen and I sat silently on the porch steps, watching the cars roll lazily by. The weather was still as dreary as ever, but now that she was here, everything felt nicer. Not as lonely. Even though we were out here waiting to get picked up, I wasn’t in a rush. I probably could have sat there forever, soaked in contentment.
“Well, I’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” Gwen said suddenly.
I turned my head, surprised. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m guessing that you read my…”
“I didn’t,” I interrupted. She looked back at me. She was startled at first, but her face twisted into an expression halfway between relief and disappointment.
“Oh,” she sighed. “Alright.”
“Speaking of which,” I pulled the notebook out of the suitcase next to me, “I believe this is yours.”
She grinned and took it. “Thanks.” She looked back down the road, and sure enough, a dark green car was heading our way. Definately Kevin’s.
“Well, I better go,” she noted. I helped her hobble to her feet, gave her the crutches, and she headed across the lawn to the car that had just pulled up.
“Bye,” I called after her as she slipped into the back seat. She smiled and waved, and then she was gone.
My face relaxed and I sighed, picked up my bag, and headed off for home.
Of three things I was absolutely positive.
First, Gwen was involved with those monsters.
Second, there was a part of her- I don’t know how dominant that part may be- that wanted to tell me everything and get me involved.
And third, I unconditionally and irrevoccably did not care.
I was just glad to have my friend back.
Like how I did the whole Twilight thing there? I personally am pretty proud of it. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and for the record, there’s going to be an epilogue. Probably later today, even. I just have to make it fit with the canon storyline.
Anywho, the (current) title for the sequel will be:
Only a Mother Could Love
Well, that’s that. See you at the epilogue!