Ben 10 Porn Story: Only a Mother Could Love – Chapter 3

Hello and welcome. This is where it starts getting crazy. :] This one’s a bit shorter than the others. And as a note- Yeah, yeah, I know it’s spelled Galvan now. You can stop bugging me. :P I thought I fixed it though… I’ll get back to that. But I spelled it right in this one.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own anything. ‘Cept Nicky. (I need to find some more creative disclaimers… I’m boring myself. xD)

Jealousy. That was all I could feel at that moment.

Gwen hadnt arrived yet, and the time we had for test taking was already two thirds of the way over. She was probably in the car or at the hospital, enjoying a last minute cram session while shes wide awake and a cast-less foot. I, on the other hand, was stuck here, half asleep, waiting for the session to end so I could get on with my life. Science was my best subject, plus the test was pretty easy, so I finished in a (relative) flash. For the next half hour, I was stuck at my desk with nothing to do but read a book. And the one I had wasnt worth crap.

Now you see why I was envious.

I slammed it shut and loudly as possible without disturbing the class. I couldnt care less if that idiot got shot or not. A string of curses ran though my head, and I subtly mouthed one or two of them. You cant blame me, though- I was insanely bored and I had a bad week. Plus, I had the third recurring dream, Demise, which always put me in a bad mood.

I stared ahead of me with blank, unfocused eyes, matching the state of my mind perfectly. I felt like I was halfway between being awake and total mental shutdown, which was really kind of nice. Staying in that state for thirty minutes wouldnt be a challenge.

Then, a frame from my dream wandered into my minds eye, ruining the feeling. Because the Universe hates me like that.

A baby barf green figure, about a foot shorter than me and fuzzed out by dream physics, was holding a large gun-like object to my chest. I took advantage to study it a bit more. I found the trigger, obscured by its claw-like finger. I looked at the gun head, and noticed the green energy gathering inside it. It was official- he totally shot me.

As it faded, my own anger and curiosity began to bubble up inside me. I felt the dire need to know who killed me, why, and how I could get revenge. But getting revenge at a guy in a dream isnt possible, that made me even angrier. I clenched my teeth and squeezed me kneecaps, praying that I wasnt making a scene. Then instinct took over, and I stopped worrying about that.

I relaxed, my face going blank, and placed my head in my arms. I only had one goal in mind- I was going to soul search until I found him out. The small part of my brain that wasnt obsessed with the whole who dun it? mystery was shouting, What are you, crazy? You dont know how to do this! Stop it! That section was promptly ignored, since it was totally wrong. I did know what to do.

I remembered the sensation of going into the vision the day before. I replayed it over and over again, feeling my body disappear and reappear again. The more I did it, the better it felt. I repeated the process until I was glad to be rid of my body, and stayed numb.

Up next was the hearing. It took about three redoes before I was comfortable with the silence.

Smell and taste I didnt even have to work for. I think my subconscious helped me out and gave them the boot.

Giving up color was probably the hardest and most traumatizing. And by traumatizing, I mean the equivalent of giving your little brother an ugly old stuffed animal that you only played with once during your childhood. Grayscale sight followed the color with only a moments rest. In almost no time at all, I was suspended again.

Rather than panicking, which I didnt feel the need to do, I focused on one word: Demise. I painted a picture of the first frame, adding every fuzzy detail I could remember, wishing with all my heart I could understand them. And then the picture went into motion, just as I planned.

You dont have to do this.

The thing scowled, his yellow-blotched tentacles swaying a bit. I gave you a choice, join me or die. You chose die.

I mean you dont have to keep hunting the Omnitrix! I grunted. Look at what its already turned you into. Do you need any more damage?

I gestured to one of his legs. It was mostly a thick, metal skeleton, with blood red muscle and dull green skin slowly growing over it. He grunted in return.

A minor setback. It will heal. You, on the other hand, will not. He pointed and two flying disks with claws shot over. Before I could react, I was pinned against the wall of a bright red building. I struggled, but it was no use.

Are you sure you do not want to join us? he asked again. I shook my head, refusing to speak.

He held the gun to my chest. You will regret that, he said. He glared at me with all the evil he could muster, but I saw through it. His tone gave it away. He didnt want to do this. His finger pressed against the trigger, and the firearm began to charge. And then, right before he annihilated me, he said two final words.

Goodbye, Mother.

—

Gwen threw her backpack onto an empty worktable and walked over to Kevin, who was totally absorbed in his engine. She leaned over it beside him, gave up on figuring out what he was doing, and looked over at him. He still hadnt realized she was there. Hi Kevin, she said.

Hey Gwen. He didnt look up, but he did glance at her foot. So you finally got the cast off?

Yep, she chirped. That cast is long gone. So, whats the hurry?

That stopped him. He shoved his tools to the side and looked her in the eye. Actually, Ive got some pretty bad news.

Maybe we should wait for Ben

I already told him, he interrupted. I dont know where he is, but hes freaking out.

Suddenly the chorus of Gives You Hell filled the room, muffled by her pocket. She pulled out her phone and looked at the caller ID. Nicky.

Can it wait a few minutes? she asked. I have to take this. Kevin just shrugged, so she thanked him and dashed outside.

Hey Nicky!

Gwen, I think Ive figured it out. They definitely are past life memories of some kind.

I thought so. She couldnt help but smile.

I had another vision after the science test, she continued. Apparently I was murdered by my own son.

Her smile faded. Thats horrible!

Tell me about it. Anyway, afterwards, a name just appeared in my head. I think its his name.

What was it?

She paused, like she was deciding how to pronounce it. What she said next totally shattered Gwens mind.

Vilgax.

Nickys voice disappeared as Gwen unconsciously flipped the phone shut. She couldnt care less about hanging up on her, though. Nicky was Vilgaxs mom. She felt like she was going to pass out.

It could be any Vilgax, she muttered to herself with false hope. It could be a common name. But the chances that there was a different Vilgax who was ruthless enough to kill his own mother were next to none. This just wasnt right. She heard some spoken words from somewhere near her, but the pure wrong-ness drowned it out.

Vilgax, she repeated under her breath. Vilgax. It didnt matter how many times she said it, that wasnt going to get any less freaky.

Oh, Kevin (who was apparently the one who spoke earlier) said. I guess Ben already told you.

She looked up, her eyes still blank. What?

He looked almost as confused as she felt. Wait, wha

Lets just start over, she said, pushing Nickys news to the back of her mind. Whats the bad news?

Vilgaxs been sighted around the star Pyros, he explained. Hes heading to Galvan Prime. Were supposed to stop him before he gets there.

Gwen buried her face in her hands, leaning so low that her red hair almost touched the grass. Could this day get any worse? she moaned.

Lets just say that for once, it couldnt. But the rest of the week was fair game.

Tune in next time!

Up next– CHAPTER 4: V