Ben 10 Porn Story: Only a Mother Could Love – Chapter 2

I’ve got Chapter 2 ready! This one’s better by miles, I think. And I realized that I started a ton of plotholes in Chapter 1, so I’m going to update it later. And now that I have a plot laid out, things should fall together much more smoothly. And there’s Gwevin in this, just a warning. ;)

Also, I have a question: If you could describe Nicky’s personality in three words, what would they be? I need to know what you think of her.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own anything! ‘Cept Nicky.

Let me get this straight. Youre either insane or going through involuntary past life regression?

I nodded nervously. Sure, she was my best friend, but admitting something like that to anyone would make most people flush red. I was no exception. Most likely the past life thing.

Gwen, the most reasonable, realistic, down-to-earth person I knew, had only this to say- That makes sense. I wanted to drop my jaw through the floor.

You honestly think that? I breathed.

Well, sure, she replied. Why not? Reincarnation is a viable possibility. It would explain your feelings towards those figures. Maybe they were your friends, or your parents even. And then theres the weird language

I tried to listen, I really did, but the shock of it all was overwhelming. I leaned back in my chair, absentmindedly watching her words go in one ear and out the other. My head was buzzing with the idea of me being in a situation like that, or those things being my parents, or me being something other than human at any time at all. But the most daunting thing of all was that when one of these popped into my head, my gut response was whatever. Like it wasnt a big deal.

It took me a while to realize that she had stopped talking, and even longer to see her hand waving in front of my face. I shook my head and blinked a few times.

Maybe this isnt the best time, I figured. Lets talk about this later after it settles in a bit.

She nodded in agreement and hit the monitors power button, signaling that it was over for now. Come on, I think we need some breakfast.

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Monday. Last day before finals. Last period of the day. That was time of the quietest study I have ever attended.

Almost everyone, even the most talkative of the grade, had their faces buried in textbooks and notes. This was the test that not even the smartest student could afford to skip studying for. And the ones who werent reviewing, the ones who dont care enough or would fail no matter what they got, were so affected by the serious air that they couldnt utter a word to their friends. I was thankful, for I was having a ton of trouble with ancient Greek mythology, and I personally have trouble focusing on the birth of Athena with an army of stuck-up idiots snorting behind me.

My hand moved across the page, working at about the pace of my snail brain. I kept zoning out, then finding that Zeuss father was named Krosnahisl. According to what I wrote, anyway.

Come on, Nicky, I thought, shaking my head. Get your head in the game!

I wasnt sure if I stopped moving or not. In fact, I didnt even know if I was still sitting. Because at that moment my sense of touch completely shut down. I couldnt feel any part of my body, nor move at all. I panicked, but I showed no signs on the outside. From what I heard and saw, I was still sitting, stiff as a board.

My hearing went next. I was suddenly encased in a cocoon of silence. I couldnt feel or hear my heart pounding. It didnt feel right; I was supposed to have a racing heart. But I didnt even know if it was still beating.

Then it was smell and taste, then color, than everything else. I was surrounded by pure nothing. And, even though it felt nearly endless, all that happened in less than a second. I wanted to scream, but I couldnt. I couldnt do anything at all. Then a voice- my voice- pierced the silence. Am I dead?

And to my surprise, a voice answered back. Well, no, but you were close.

I realized that my eyes were closed, so I forced them open. Above me was a vast expanse of white, cut by rows and columns of even rivets. Crap, I thought. I know this place. I turned my head to the side, and saw a glass wall with a section of a light pink hallway behind it. It was official- I was in Methane.

V? I called out. I knew the lines. But what I really didnt know was what the other creature in the dream, who I called V, was about to say in this version.

Yes? she replied. In plain English. I wanted to gape, but I couldnt.

What happened? I asked, also in English. Everything was being translated, I realized.

You were caught in the crossfire down on Generis and got your leg shot off, so I brought you back to my ship, she explained.

What crossfire? I cried, trying to sit up. My leg burned, causing me to yowl in pain and fall back. I knew this part to well. She put her warm, purple hand on my chest, the only part of her body I had ever seen. Something washed over me, and I felt sudden relief from the pain, but not my anger.

You dont remember, do you, Mythene? she asked, not waiting for an answer. Well, Ill just have to explain, then. Your after party had just started when bounty hunters attacked. We managed to keep it from them, but at a price. My dream brain knew what she meant, but I sure didnt. I was focused on Methane, the word is that stood out in this dream for all these years,

I banged a fist on the bed, nearly breaking it in two. I never should have invited the Galvin! I spat. That invention of his brings nothing but trouble. So who sent the bounty hunters?

I didnt need to look to know she was frowning. I think you know.

I sat in my desk, staring at the worksheet, filled with dread from Vs comment. I only realized that my vision was over when I heard footsteps break the studious silence. When I looked to the door, all I saw was the bottom of Gwens crutch disappearing behind the frame. Oh, right. I should tell Gwen.

I rushed out the door, not bothering to look out for teachers. Down the hall, right, down some more, and there were the bathrooms. I caught her by the shoulder right before she entered. She whirled her head around, startled.

Um, hi Nicky, she said, failing to keep her voice level. Can this wait a minute? she kept glancing at the ladys room door- I got the message. I gestured to let her go; this would give me some time to think. She hurried in without another word.

By the time she got back, I still hadnt come up with a not-crazy way to put it.

So, whats up? she asked, cheery again.

I pulled her to the side, bringing us into the same obscure hallway where she wanted to make a break for it. The day the monsters attacked. It crossed my mind that the it should be renamed Gwen and Nickys Hallway for Telling Each Other Weird Stuff, but I shook it off. I needed to focus.

I know this sounds totally crazy, but I just had some kind of vision, I admitted.

Really? She sounded intrigued. What did you see?

Well, it was Methane.

The one with the person with the purple hand?

Yep. She had been filled in days ago.

She shifted her weight from one crutch to the other. Was there anything different this time?

Yeah, actually. It was all translated into English.

And I thought I had her complete attention before. Now she leaned forward, totally mystified. What were they saying?

The other person was named V, and she told me that I had just gotten caught in a crossfire after some kind of party and nearly lost my leg. V mentioned a Galvin, whatever that is, and apparently the fight was its fault. Because of something it brought. No clue what it was, though.

She gaped at me for a few seconds. Then she let out a quick, nervous laugh. Well, I think we better get back to class before the bell rings. Come on! She grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me along. I didnt fight it, since she was right about getting back to class, but I raised an eyebrow. She was out of character, for lack of a better term. I usually ignore things like this, but not this time. I’d give myself the afternoon to think, then I’d ask her. Tomorrow.

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Kevin stopped futzing with the engine of his new car and looked at Ben for the first time since he got there. Alright, what do you want?

What I want is for you to drive me and Julie to Mr. Smoothie, he replied. You promised.

Back when I had my old car. He patted the hood of his new dark green baby. Besides, Im not driving this one around until its in tip top condition. Cant you reschedule for next week or something?

Next week! Ben snapped. Do you know what weve had to go though to get some descent smoothies lately? We either walked the whole two miles there or had to ride a bus. And Julies getting really sick of it. Who knows what shell do if we cant tonight!

You could-

Before he could finish his sentence, Gwen burst in. She looked fine, but there was something a tiny bit odd. She walked right over to Kevin (completely ignoring Ben), smiled, and asked, Do you know anything about a planet called Generis?

Kevin glanced over at Ben, who gave him a shrug. Not really. Only that it got blown up about fifteen years ago.

Oh, she replied, disappointed.

I could look it up for you, he said. Why do you want to know, anyway?

I heard about it somewhere, she answered. Anyway, thanks.

No problem.

As they stood there, smiling at each other, Ben tried to contemplate why they wouldnt just ask each other out. They were definitely into each other. Theyve known each other long enough. And its not like anyone they knew thought that they were still just friends. Theyll come around eventually, he thought. He leaned against the wall, wishing he had a smoothie to sip.

Chapter 3 is next! :D (I like restating the obvious. ^^)