Ben And Gimie's FIRST kiss (uncut)

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Gimie wasn't as sensitive to the boundries as Ben was. Laying on her bed seletthe pages flip themselves as she went to reading, well more like skimming through the words. She didn't really understand why she had to do everything that normal people did since she just read the teacher's mind or probbed it for the answers. Closing her eyes she left the book go to the desk. Reaching back she pulled a pillow under her head and let her mind expand to feel others that were around. She also let it be a beckon for anything interesting.

She layed there tapping her foot to a beat that was playing somewhere in the back of her mind. If Ben took much longer her tea would get cold, even if it was just Grey she would be able to share a cup. She didn't want to drink it alone right now. She let her mind wander to his to see what was taking him so long to get one bottle of wine or to talk to her 'shadow'.

[Princeben07]

He could not wait for Gimie or Grey Robe. The rest of the staff all nodded as he began to bolt back up the stairs, speeding past his mother, tossing her a bottle of Sangria. She only giggles and snatched off the cork, taking it right to her mouth as some of it ran down her left cheek. After a deep breath, she looked to see Ben breathing heavily, as if something was bothering him.

"Son, is something wrong?" his mother asked, standing fully to her feet, slipping off her shoes.

"Xion is alive mom." Ben only replied, sitting down at the guest table next to his mother.

"Oh boy......this is crazy. Well Benaires, you should plan something out soon. I'm not sure if he's hurt or anything. Your father and I didn't expect all of this Brood business to come about in your lifetime. We thougt it was going to SKIP you, but obviously we were wrong."

He nodded, getting up to his feet, only to return upstairs to Gimie's room. He had to keep calm and not let her know what was going on. A light growl would escape from his lips, as his metal barriers went up to full power. If Gimie tried to nosily probe, she'd probably get a bleeding nose since Ben's mental prowess was a force to be reckoned with. And why hadn't Gothra shown up yet?

"Gimie, this tea can wait for later. pack a few things. We're going on a trip to see someone. Grey Robe, I want you to leave on out and take the Truck to scout the area for that Killer Brood. Make sure it isn't within the vicinity of the house. Check on Gimie's mom as well. Come on Gimie, packs a few things. I'll be in my room getting ready. It's the second room to the right on your left. You'll hear my radio playing loud. You can't miss it. Let's GO!!"




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[Exiled vengence]

So they had forgotten him!? This was an outrage upon his very existence. Even though inside they were taking knowledge of his presence. There was something more foul about the presence of Xion the fallen Daichon; The creature had earned his rank amongst the crowds of would be’s and has been’s, only to be knocked back down to size and exiled from the daichon civilization altogether. But that was the past and this was the present and only now did he truly serve a new master. A much more diabolical creature than what the likes of the daichon’s had seen. A creature was trapped within his body, within his mind; Their souls were fighting, almost mating; Going insane against one another, the exile had lost the ability to transform altogether.

 But the worst had not even begun for the Exile; soon far worse would befall his plate. And his world would be torn asunder. Fate was so unkind to this infernal damnation, a plague even to his own race. Something that none could truly understand, for once neglected and left in the dark and treacherous swamp’s of tar. He had survived against wurms and other hideous abominations. Creatures that never even existed in folk lore stories were reinvented within this strange phenomenon of an exsistence. A strange nocturnal plea to the hominus nocturine escaped the Exiles lips, his eyes seemed dulled out, as if he was pleading with those inside. “Don’t make me suffer any more….Let me return….Have I not done my time…?” The exiles words were sincere, and full of serenity; Yet a desire to know what it was to see his people once again, to smell them; To taste them….

He stood at the gates of the world that had turned their backs on him. The world’s light was turning black as a strange eclipse began to transpire in the heavens over head. The exile stood there, the star glowing evanescently. “Let me plead my case….Or bow down, for the time has come….The time has  come to make amends with another dying breed….” The exile spoke in a low tone, yet it was sent across a disarray of Fluxuations, something that the antennas of the daichons would pick up on.  “I will not leave, and I will not surrender until you have at least heard my plead….” He finished his words, this was the last chance for peace. The next step would unlock the first barrier within his mind…

[Princeben07]

Ben was still packing when he had a throbbing pain in his head. Clasping his head with both hands, he then fell to his knees. The pain was almost unbearable!!!

Blood trickled from his nose as he struggled to gather his bearings. What WAS this?

After getting to his feet finally, Ben only stumbled over to this mirror to see soemthing incredible; there were two antennae now sticking out of his forehead!!!

He yelled out something vicious, "MOOOOOOOTTTHHHHHEERRRRR!!!!"As he stood there, staring at these protrusions that looked like something out of a horror film. His mom ran up the stairs and almost tripped going into his room.

"Oh my goodness, why is there so much blood on the floor? Uh-oh, the antennae have finally matured huh? Oh let's get you cleaned up. Sit on the bed son.."

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She sat up on her bed a Ben came in and just stared at him as he told her pack. Why? She wanted to ask but he was gone before she could say anything to him. Huffing some she crossed her arms as her bag flew out of her closet and onto her bed. Several items of clothing came out of the closet too and found their way into her bag. Ben could have at least told her what was going on, she hated not being able to pick his brain apart like she could others.

Jumping from her bed she falters as she caught something, someone? An echo was attached. She looked to her window. Was someone outside that Ben didn't want to see and that was why they were leaving? Walking over to the window she looked out before opening it. Leaning out she scanned the area then put her hand to her ear as if it would help her pick up mental waves better.

“Plea your case?” She voiced out loud as well as mentally. She wasn’t sure if the person would hear either or even reply to her. She did know though that if this creature was an enemy was Ben she was be in a little trouble for talking to him, but he sounded… sad, lost? There was something in his tone that made her want to listen. She had even stopped packing to listen more to see if she could pick out anything more. Creatures like Ben were hard for her to pin point or read their minds unless they wanted her too, but if they broad casted she would be able to pick up, even just a little bit of their conversation. “What case?" She would reach out mentally doing a sweep broadcasting her thoughts to everyone around, maybe this creature would hear her and she could establish a mental connection with them so she could figure out what was happening. But would Ben get mad at her for doing such a thing, she would have to find out. She couldn’t leave someone that needed help alone.

[Exiled vengence]

Are you evil? He heard a voice question his every motive. As to why he was here, within the geostratum. He could feel the pull within his gut, the urgency to burn in hell. To rot away, to become a maggot filled corpse decomposing at the very site. So in one solid motion, he lifted his right hand upward toward the sky, his hand seemed rested; Yet outstretched just his palm was pointed toward the first massive sheet of ice that he called a door. “Since you do not want to come face to face with me, than perhaps I shall just get in yours?” He demanded a response. A response he was soon to receive; For within the center of his palm the pentagram had begun to corrode. To transform, it was pestering within a gloomy circle, that seemed full of puss and other various random bodily fluids, yet as the strange sore grew; It exploded and within it seemed to be a strange phenomenal power. Trapped within an orb created by very focused mental telepathy.

It was as if he had created a crystal ball around the strange fluids that when introduced to oxygen began to foam with a sickening and lingering stench that smelt worse than cow shit in the middle of June;  Yet that strange rippling orb grew around it, containing it. And even now, the Exiled one’s face held no emotion; Just a sickened look of disgust, blood shot red eyes stared on through a pure lust for blood; For carnage of visceral disarray. For he was nothing more than a scapegoat for another incarnation of a treacherously sinister being that was sent as a warning toward the Daichon race.

The laughter erupted from his form, as the strange steam boiled within the crystal ball looking weapon. He took one step back ward as the ball jolted from his palm. It was as if he had done nothing to throw it, and as it hit the wall. It burst like a bubble, the oil’s and puss and nasty ass acid’s and other pestilent pain inducing chemicals began to eat away at the ice. It wouldn’t be long before he was stumbling through the melted, disease plagued caverns. Yet he could hear another’s voice loud a clear. Perhaps it was a new Daichon? Since exiled it had to have been at least twelve century’s or so…So perhaps it could be so.

“Foolish child, Do you know nothing of the past?!” He exclaimed, as he began to stalk the hall’s of the Geostratum, looking for the prince of Daichons. “…When this one went into slumber, they appointed me head of the general’s to watch over these poor creatures. But when I did what I was taught was right, they awoke Benaires, and at that point. We were at war with the Vorpals. I had given an assignment to a team of our strongest warriors. And they failed miserably. All of them were killed in action. The following chaos shaped the rest of my god forsaken life. “ His aura did not peak at all. And if they were to search his feeling’s for any type of sign; Anything that could give them a hint. As to what they could expect next…They would find only betrayal within his soul, he dwelt in madness.

[Princeben07]

Ben's mother getly cleaned all of the blood up from the floor as Ben oddly stared on at the antennae: they looked quite strange.

"So NOW what mom? I can't go outside like this!!" he sneered at her feeling a bit angry right now.

"Calm down son. They will retreat back into your head in a few minutes, so just relax.. As for that cousin of yours, you WILL have to face him sooner or later. I'll call the service lady to re-organize your room. You should take Gimie and investigate what all of this fuss is about. Your father left the credit car on the matle by the fireplace. JUST be careful, alright son?"

The doorbell suddenly chimed as Ben's antennae were to quickly rewtreat back  into his head, leaving behind two small indentations. He noticed this and quickly slipped a baseball cap onto his head, pulling the bill down a bit lower than usual.

After answering the door, he noticed that this was a police officer!!


"Let me guess, you're looking for Benaires Johnson, right?"

The officer nodded in agreement. "AS a matter of fact, we ARE. You wouldn't happen to BE him, would you?" asked the officer, who was looking around the doorway of the front entrance. Ben then shook his head, replying in a very calm voice, "Well, you'd better pull up a chair. This is going to sound very strange to you, but I'll explain as best I can..Come on in."

[Exiled vengence]

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