Ben 10 Porn Story: Fire and Ice Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I gazed out the window. Rain trickled down the car window. There was an eerie silence, almost painful. The only sound was the soft, rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops. Thunder crackled in the silver-coated sky above. We passed by endless acres of farmland that stretched on and on.

“‘Why did we have to move again?” I complained. I knew why, I just wanted to annoy my parents for revenge. I told them I didn’t want to move. But did they listen? No. Nobody listens to the 14 year old. I am invisible to this group of idiots called a family.

“We told you, Vanessa,” my mother repeated her reasons. “It’s for your father’s company.” I rolled my aqua eyes. I didn’t know anything about his damn company, but I did know I didn’t give a shit. Yeah, I’ll be swearing a lot, so deal with it. That’s just me. Vanessa Alexandra Carter, the only tomboy in this retarded family that actually has common sense, a term this family will never understand. But I prefer Nessie. I liked that nickname because made me sound dangerous.

“I promise you Vanessa, we’ll live here permanently this time,” my father assured me.

“You say that everytime,” I groaned. “And for the last time, it’s Nessie!” Just as I get used to a new town and actually start to fit in, we have to pack up and move again. Where were we moving? Amity Park: the most haunted town in America. And who the hell was Danny Phantom? Some sort of gay opera singer?

“Cheer up, Va-Nessie. New town, new school, new house, new friends to make!” Penelope said. Penelope was my twin sister. Sometimes I think I was adopted, because she acts nothing like me. She sees the glass half full. I see it half empty. I’m a tomboy, a skater girl, and she’s a prep. She fits in with the in crowd in a snap, I never fit in. She’s never picked on, I beat up whoever picks on me. She’s a goody-goody, I’m a trouble maker. Scary, right? The only thing we had in common was our silky blond hair. Which I hate.

Today Penelope was dressed like a slut, as usual. She was wearing a pink tube top exposing her flat belly. Her mini skirt was hot pink and frilly, and her hot pink boots stopped just above her knees. She was also wearing pink fishnet stockings. Her long, wavy, glossy blond hair was up in pigtails. She wore bangles a pure gold.

You guessed it. My family is rich. My father owns tons of big companies. My mother? She’s just a lazy slut like Penelope, partying all day long at night clubs.

I was wearing a green tube top, a short jean skirt, and black leggings ending just below my knees. My shoes were black sandals with crossbones on them. My glossy, long, straight blond hair was reaching down to my middle back. My hat was a black French hat. One more thing, I’m a halfa. Yeah, I’m not sure how I got these powers. I was born with it. That was another reason I sometimes wonder if I was adopted. I’ve mastered them by now. I just fly around rescuing innocent people. Sometimes I just soar in the sky to relax and clear my mind.

Of course, I never told anyone. They’d take me to some sort of lab and run a bunch of creepy and painful experiments on me. So I kept a secret identity. I was Asena Phantom. Like I said, my family was retarded since they didn’t realize Asena was Vanessa spelled backwards, with just two letters removed.

“New friends for you to make. I will never get any friends,” I muttered under my breath. Thank god she didn’t hear me. I inserted headphones in my ears. The headphones were plugged into an iPod Touch that was playing Left Behind by Slipknot.

Penelope was listening to Savvy & Mandy. I wasn’t sure what song. I never listened to those pop singers. We passed by a gigantic sign labeled “Welcome to Amity Park“. Under the text was “A nice place to live!“

Yeah right, and maybe Penelope will stop stripping in public! I thought. She doesn’t really strip in public, but you gotta admit her clothing is pretty slutty. Well, you get the point. Buildings started to sprout up out of the ground and replaced the farmland.

“We’re here,” my dad stopped in front of a white mansion. I looked around and realized this house stood out against the others. Most people would love wealth. I don’t. I’m sick of it. Why? I’m tired of being spoiled. I get so much shit I don’t even need or want.

***

Night lay heavily over Amity Park. I floated on my back with my arms behind my head. I closed my eyes, feeling the breeze flow through my hair, the wind singing in my ears. I half-smiled as I felt the stress escape me. I had forgotten what was troubling me before. Nothing in my life mattered anymore.

I was wearing a white sleeveless belly shirt, a black leather open-button mini jacket, a black cap, black leather full-length pants with white sidelines and black belt with a white buckle and a single chain dangling from the pockt with a white star. My boots were black leather white white high-heels. My hair was now white with black highlights.

But all that peace and harmony in my mind was shattered like glass when a beam of ghost energy smacked into me. I went flying, but caught myself just in time before I hit a building. I swerved to see a boy in a black shirt, black pants, short white boots, a black belt, and white gloves. His eyes were emeralds, and his hair snowy white.

“Whoa, whoa, bitch! Who the hell are you and what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Anger grew inside me. Just as I had finally been relaxed, some random dude shows up a blasts me in the back of the head. I mean, what are the odds of that happening? I swear to god, this world was designed just to irritate me.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he challenged me. He flew back over to me.

“I’m minding my own business! You should try it some time,” I snapped.

“Please lady, I can’t be fooled. What’re you up to?” he shot back.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Now I was confused.

“You know what I mean,” he said.

“Um, no I don’t. Who are you what do you want?” I hissed.

“I’m Danny Phantom, and I want to know what mischief you’re planning,” he growled. So he was this famous Danny Phantom my father told me about.

“Oh,” I blushed. “I thought you were a soap opera singer.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“I’m Danny Phantom, not the Phantom of the Opera.”

“Funny,” I remarked. “I’m Asena Phantom.”

“Pretty name…except you copied it,” he barked.

“I did not! Phantom is a common name for a ghost,” and that was the truth. I had invented my name before I ever heard of him. “How do I know you didn’t copy my name?”

“I’ve never heard of you,” he answered.

“That’s too bad. Maybe because I move every freaking few months!” I grumbled.

“Um, ghosts can’t buy property in a human town…” Oh, crap! I had forgotten about that! Now he’s probably starting to think I’m a halfa.

“Are you stalling me?” He asked. Thanks dude, for the excuse.

“I don’t know. Am I?” I circled him like a shark trapping its prey.

“Enough! Are you planning something evil or what?” he said.

“Let me check my schedule…NO!” I smirked at him. “Not all ghosts are evil, you know.”

“Fine, but I’m watching you,” he warned.

“Stalker,” I teased.

“Shut it.”

“So, what’re you supposed to be? Some sort of ghostly super hero?” I was still circling him at half my speed, almost nothing but a blur of black and white.

“I guess you could say that,” he paused. “You’re making me dizzy.” I slowed down a little.

“Sorry,” I apologized.

“Look, I have to get home. Promise me you won’t cause any trouble?” he begged. “I have enough weight on my shoulders.”

“I know the feeling,” I let out a deep sigh. “But I don’t know, I can be as bad as I wanna be.” I smirked.

“Then I’ll be there to stop you,” he said before flying off. What an ass wipe! I’m floating around doing nothing and he comes over assuming I’m evil. Let me tell you what happens when you assume: You make an ASS out of U and ME!

It was getting late. I should probably be headed home. I flew in the other direction, only to be fired at yet again. A blue breath escaped my mouth. My ghost sense. Great, just great!

“Look, you little jackass, I thought we made it clear that-” But when I spun around, I realized it wasn’t Danny Phantom. I was facing a robot with green fiery hair.

“And just who the hell are you?” I sighed in frustration. Can’t I get any sleep around here?

“I am Skulker, Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter! Collector of rare beings! And you, halfa, are one of them,” I dodged as he aimed another ecto-beam at me.

“‘Too slow,” I made a fist. My fist started to blaze. Flying at Skulker with my best speed, (237 mph) I punched him with the flaring fist. I watched as he went flying, and crashed into the side of a house.

“Keep down that racket, ya lousy teenagers!” I heard an old lady call from inside the house. Good lord woman, look outside. We’re ghosts.

“Awkward…” I commented. “Oof!” I yelped as I was blasted in the chest and landed hard on the road. A light was approaching me fast. I sqinted my eyes to see that those were headlights from a car! I couldn’t move out of the way in time! But just as I thought my life was over, strong arms lifted me up and out of the way. I looked up to see Danny Phantom.

“Thanks!” I said. “That’s what I call a near death experience.”

“You can’t die, you’re a ghost,” he chuckled.

“Right,” I mumbled. He let go of me and I floated back up in the air. I shot a blast of fire at Skulker. He crashed into the same building.

“Go to bed, ya stupid teens!” The same old lady shouted. Danny and I laughed. Danny was OK, I guess.

“Look out!” I shouted. Danny dodged another ray of ecto-plasmic energy.

“You’re mine, halfas! Soon your pelt will be hung on my wall!” He shouted.

“Pelts?” I laughed. What a retard!

“Halfas? Wait-,” Danny glanced at me. “You’re a halfa too?” Realization swept over me. Secret out that fast? God, I suck at this! On the bright side, he still didn’t know who the other half was. Hopefully he doesn’t find that out.

“Yeah…” I hesitated. I dodged as Skulker charged at me. Danny released an icy beam from his hand and shot it at Skulker. I let out a gasp. He had ice affinity! Skulker was now an icicle. Danny pulled out… a can of soup?

“We have no time for soup!” I snapped. Danny smirked as screwed the lid off of it. He aimed it at the frozen Skulker, and to my shock, a blue ray came out of it and sucked Skulker in. Danny put the lid back on it.

“That’s creepy,” I commented, staring at it.

“I call it the Fenton Thermos,” He looked at me with curious emerald eyes. “So many questions…”

“And so little time,” I added. I flew off and waved good-bye. “Thanks for the help! We make a great team.” He stared back at me in astonishment at my sudden leaving as I flew out of sight.

I arrived home and plopped on my bed. I transformed back into my human self and buried my head in my pillow. Tomorrow was the first day of school. A day I wasn’t ready for. Another school with nasty rumors, rude cheerleaders, bullying jocks, and annoying nerds. Hot tears streamed down my face, wetting my pillow. My sobs were muffled. I was too worn out from fighting to float in the air and relax. My stress had returned. Tomorrow would suck. I just know it.

***

My alarm clock blared. I sat up in my bed, yawning and stretching. Slapping the off button, I stumbled tiredly out of my bed.

“Wake up sleeping beauty! Today is the big day!” Penelope announced. She barged in my room joyfully. I moaned in response.

“Penelope, why are you already dressed? The bus doesn’t come in a half hour,” I yawned.

“Early bird catches the worm! Now hurry up!” She ran out. I swear to god, sometimes she acts like a 4 year old. I pulled my outfit on and rushed downstairs. Fixing myself some cereal, I took a seat and ate.

“Penelope, eat before you starve!” I said.

“I already ate!” she giggled. “And you’re gonna be late!”

“Yeah nice poetry,” I said sarcastically. After brushing my teeth and hair, I grabbed my blue and pink backpack. I bolted out the door towards the bus.

The bus door closed automatically as I got on it. Students were chatting loudly, throwing paper planes and spitballs everywhere. Cheerleaders were flirting with the jocks. Bullies were picking on the geeks. Typical high school. Penelope skipped happily ahead of me.

“May I have this seat?” Of course the jock would say yes.

“Sure thing, sexy,” he gave her “the look”. “I’m Dash. And you are?”

She smiled back with perfect pearly whites. “Penelope, nice to meet you,” she sat down beside him. How could you possibly get a jock to hit on you that fast? What do they see in that girly girl? I felt invisible among the students now. Nobody noticed me or even glanced at me. I stood there nervously. Attempting to do what Penelope had done, I walked up to a another jock.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” I asked nervously. I tried my best not to let my voice be shaky.

“Sorry, I think it’s bus property,” the jock laughed and high-fived his friend a seat in front of him.

“That was gold!” His friend said. I felt as if Mt. Everest was on my shoulders now. My world circled around me.

“You can sit with me,” I faced a girl with shiny black hair up in a ponytail. She wore a black belly tank with a purple logo, a plaid black and green skirt, purple leggings, and black boots. She had onyx eyes. A goth girl? I shrugged. Better than nothing. I took my seat beside.

“Sam Manson,” she grinned at me. “Name?”

“Nessie,” I replied.

I noticed Sam stifling a laugh. “Nessie? Like the Loch Ness monster?”

“It’s short for Vanessa,” I felt my cheeks grow hot. Lord, please don’t let her notice I’m blushing.

“Sam is short for Samantha,” she flashed me another smile. For once in my life, someone was actually being friendly towards me. I didn’t believe it.

“Is this a trick?” I glared at her.

“Um, no,” she looked at me in confusion. I winced as a paper airplane shot into my ear. I pulled it out and unfolded it.

Will you ask your sister out for me to the movies? -Kwan

I looked in the direction it was thrown. An African American jock with black hair waved at me, then pointed at Penelope a few seats away. I nodded.

“What does it say?” Sam swiped the letter out of my hands and read it. “Who is your sister?”

“That prep sitting by the blonde jock,” I pointed a few seats behind us.

“One, I hate preps. Two, Dash is a self-centered jerk and I hate him more than preps.” she snorted in disgust. Before I could reply the bus came to a stop. Everyone filed out of the bus, one by one. I texted Penelope a quick message on my BlackBerry Storm before I got off the bus. Kwan probably didn’t want everyone to know about his date request, or for me to tell Penelope in public.

A jock named Kwan would like to ask you out. -Nessie

My Decode by Paramore ringtone went off.

Where to? xoxoPenelope

I rolled my eyes at the X’s and O’s. She glanced at me, and I pointed to Kwan. Penelope rushed over to him and chatted alongside him. Dash glared back at Kwan before stomping. Sam and I laughed as we saw this. Penelope can be such a hoe.

“What do you have first period?” Sam followed me to my locker. Entering the locker combo I was given, I opened it. I checked my schedule.

“English with Mr. Lancer,” I replied. I gathered my textbooks. A grin stretched across Sam’s face.

“Me too! I better go or I’ll be late,” she ran off, waving. “See you first period!”

“How about Death Kiss? I love horror movies,” I heard Penelope say as she walked past me. They were holding hands.

“Nah, I can already give a death kiss,” I gagged at Kwan’s statement.

“Wanna bet?” My eyes grew big at Penelope’s words. Oh, gross! I looked away and ran to my classroom. I stopped when I noticed a huge crowd of students.

“What’s going on?” I asked. Nobody answered. Of course, ignore Nessie. They always do.

“Can I have an autograph, Danny?” someone said.

“Marry me!”

“You’re awesome, Danny Phantom!”

“You’re cute!”

Did they say Danny Phantom? I pushed my way to the front of the crowd. What were they talking about? That wasn’t Danny Phantom! There was just a boy with sky blue eyes, raven black hair, a white shirt with red rims, blue jeans, and red and white sneakers. But then a blue breath broke out of my mouth. Curious, I looked around but didn’t see any ghosts.

“Enough!” The boy cried out. To my surprise, he went intangible and phased through the crowd. A halfa? Like me? Oh my god! The crowd ran after him. I was about to chase him for questions when I heard the bell ring. Shit! Late on my first day of school! I can imagine what Mr. Lancer will say: “We’re getting off at a bad start, Miss Carter.”

I ran at my best speed in the now empty halls. The excited mob of students had went in the other direction, so I wouldn’t be seen using my super speed. Again, I was born with it. And again, this makes me think I was adopted. Personally, I wish I was.

I arrived in the room two seconds after the bell rang.

“Sorry I’m late,” I said when the teacher didn’t notice me. He was bald, and a bit plump. Enough said. I wasn’t worn out from running at 50 mph. That’s just inhuman me.

He said, “We’re getting off at a bad start, Miss Carter.”