Before you Read-

I am new to writing; in fact this is only my second story. My first one isn't even complete but I wanted to take a break from the same story. This story will have some strong language, violence, and lemons. I'm giving a fair warning that this may not a bright, sunny, happy story at all times. This story will be rather dark and have some things that would never happen in the actual show. I also apologize; I have not watched the show in years, so I only have what I remember to go off of. Please review and enjoy

-~Chapter 1~-

"What the fuck! Do you seriously believe that I would do this?" I half screamed at Gwen and Kevin. How could they possibly believe that I would try to murder Grandpa Max? My own grandpa! Yet I was accused of do something I could never in a million years do. "The evidence doesn't lie, Tennyson." Kevin stated. "After all this time, I thought you were cool but you were just one of those sick fucks that you hear about on TV." He followed. "How could you, Ben?" Gwen cried with tears in her eyes. Here I was in a police station handcuffed to a table while the police were filing the case and asking me questions. They allowed Kevin and Gwen in to say a few things before I was going to be hauled off to prison for most of, if not all, of my life.

The police said that their time for visiting was up and that they had to leave the room. Kevin comforted Gwen as they walked out the door. I just couldn't believe it! I saved the world how many times and it's like nobody even remembers! Why would they think that I did this!? An officer entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Ben Tennyson?" he more stated than asked. "Yes?" I responded. "I am going to be asking you a few questions. You must answer them, they are being recorded." I just stared at him hopelessly waiting for the first question. "First question: Did you attempt at murder of your grandfather, Max Tennyson?" he asked already knowing my answer. "Of course not, I'm not a criminal!" I answered. "Then why was your fingerprint found on the knife used in the attempt?" the officer getting right to the questions I couldn't answer. "I don't know." I stated only to be relentless followed by more questions I had no answer to.

"Why did the victim say that you did it"

"Why was his blood found on one of your jackets?"

"Why was that jacket found in a nearby dumpster?"

"Why wa-"

"I DON'T KNOW! I DIDN'T DO IT!" I cut him off by screaming. "well then I believe we're done here." The officer stood up and just then some sort of alarm went off. A second officer entered the room and looked to my interrogator. "Chief! It's the bank, its being hit!" he reported. The Chief's face immediately became angered because of the interruption. "Damnit, again!? He spat. He then looked at me realizing that I wouldn't go anywhere due to me being cuffed to the nailed down table, and then preceded with the second officer out of the room to take the call, leaving me all alone in the small room all cozy and snug to the wooden table and unbelievable uncomfortable chair.

"This is fucking stupid." I said to myself beginning to accept what was going to happen. All in a few hours my life had been turned into a disaster. I had just decided to take a nap in the Rust-Bucket only to be woken up a few hours later by a screech made by Gwen when she discovered what had happened to Grandpa Max. He was still alive but unconscious. We called the police immediately and after they arrived and did some searching for evidence for a few hours, they arrested me. At least grandpa was ok. He was rushed to a hospital and the doctors said that he was in a coma but he would wake up eventually.

No. I refuse to accept this! I will find the guy who did this and get justice! I will prove my innocents! I began to pull at the handcuffs with all of my strength, ignoring the pain that it brought. I kept pulling even though there was no way my whole hand in one piece would fit through the cuffs. I kept pulling and pulling and pulling refusing to give up until- SNAP. I screamed bloody murder after I accomplished my goal. I had seen people do it in movies but I never thought It would work in real life. I had been able to get out of the cuffs by dislocating my thumb. If only my stupid watch would work but the Omnitrix wouldn't give me any signal of cooperation. I held my hand feeling it throb in my other hand looking for a way out. I couldn't take to door, there had to be at least a few officers still at the station while the others were on call. There! The window! HA, the idiot who built this interrogation room with a wall that is so easily breach-able would lose his job after this. I guess it was a small town that hardly ever had any crime going on, but still a poor excuse.

Gathering all the strength I had left in my other hand I prepared myself for the pain my next actions would bring. I smashed open the window with my fist, leaving it bleeding pretty badly and feeling shattered. "Great…"I thought, "two useless hands now." But my efforts were not in vain. The window was smashed open just enough for me to crawl through. And so I did falling into a bush and immediately bolting into the forest nearby. Desperate to get as far away as possible, I failed to notice that the forest was actually on an very steep hill. I feel, hitting my left shoulder on a tree trunk but that didn't stop my decent. I hit countless stray branches, two more tree trunks, and at least five rocks until I stopped.

This was bad. I felt myself drifting in and out or consciousness for minutes before I knew I couldn't stay laying on the ground. I sat up, noticing my bleeding fist was almost covered in my own blood and it wasn't going to stop. I took off my jacket and used it as a bandage the best I could just to try and stop the bleeding. The former green turning red ever so slowly, it would stop the bleeding for now. But I needed help. There was nobody I could trust though. I couldn't go into town; I'm a wanted man, a criminal. Maybe I could turn into Big Chill and fly a few towns over and seek help there? I looked at the Omnitrix only to be denied my idea. It didn't even give me a buzz, as if it had completely died and was just a weird looking wristband. So I just stood up, choose a direction that looked good, and walked its lonely path hoping to find something that could help me.

I walked for hours in the dark. It was pitch black but I was out here for so long my eyes had adapted to even be able to see ever so slightly that I wouldn't trip over a fallen tree branch. Or a rock. So many rocks. I must have passed hundreds of large rocks by now. "Really? Rocks? You're so helpless your thinking about how many rocks you've passed, Ben?" I questioned myself. Wait, rocks…rocks. I gasped. I remembered something from a long time ago.

It must have been ten years ago, when Charmcaster had pretended to be good. When nobody was looking she handed my something. It was a rock. "Why would you give me a rock?" I asked her as if she were crazy. "It's not just any rock Ben, its hexed. If you ever need to find me, it will always lead you right to me. No matter where you are or how far away you are." Then I knew she was crazy but decided to keep it anyway because it looked cool, with the glowing purple that was emitting from it. I always kept it on me since just in case …well…and at the time I had a small crush on her. I checked my pocket and sure enough it was there. The same small grey and purple rock that I received about 10 years ago.

But would Charmcaster really help me? We were enemies although it's been some time since she's made an appearance at least three years. She hated me…no she hated Gwen. I'm sure she didn't like me but the only one she seemed to hate was Gwen because of their rivalry. Maybe she would help me. At this point id take help from even worse enemies of mine. What was the worst that would happen anyway? I could just say that I was returning the rock if things went south. "Fuck it" I said before tossing the small rock onto the ground. It sat there and I watched in anticipation for minutes before I realized nothing was going to happen. "Damn it! That crazy witch was just messing with me all this time!" I yelled at myself. I almost didn't notice the other rocks being pulled to the one I had thrown onto the ground in my little fit of anger. It was only until the golem had come to life that I jumped at its formation. It looked at me and then started to run. I assume to Charmcaster, but just like that it took off. With nothing else to loose, I decided to follow it. Hours seemed to pass as I followed it. This thing could be leading me on an endless journey and I'd just follow it until my legs gave up. However because it was a fraction of my size, it was much slower at its top speed than me, in fact while it seemed to be sprinting, I was merely speed walking.

Just as I was about to pass out from exhaustion, the small golem crumbled into the small rock it was just hours ago. I picked it up as I looked in front of me. A mansion stood a few meters from me guarded by two much larger golems. The two just looked at me doing nothing waiting for my next action. "Take me to her." I asked them one of the golems moved inside of the mansion expecting me to follow and so I did. I walked in silence trying to think how this was going to happen. I didn't get much time before we reached her.

There she was. Sitting on what had appeared to be some sort of throne tossing a few rocks around in her hand before looking up to see me in all my glory of multiple bruises, cuts, a dislocated thumb, a bleeding fist, and probably a concussion of some sorts. My clothes were ripped and dirty from when I fell down the hillside. "Well, well, if it isn't Ben Tennyson. You don't look so good." Charmcaster greeted me. She stood up when I didn't give a response. She was wearing the same dark purple dress with pink scarf tied around her waist she wore last time I encountered her. "I won't humiliate you any further by your appearance. Ill even just cut to the chase. What are you doing here Tennyson?" she asked me. I swallowed any pride I had left and told her. "I need your help." Just to show how desperate I was, I got down on my knees. "My help? Don't you have your cousin and friend for that?" she questioned, clearly amused by my request. "I have no one to turn to… please. I've been framed and they won't believe me." I said the truth. "Oh my," she almost seemed to be having fun with this conversation and seeing be begging for her help, "who knew that little brat Gwen would turn on a friend or even family."Making it clear just how much she hated Gwen. "Why should I trust you, Ben? After all these years of us fighting isn't helping you any." She stated. "Because I've been framed, hurt, betrayed by my own family! I have no one to turn to... please!" I shot back. She began to walk towards me until she reached her destination. She motioned for me to stand as she began to walk I circles around me like a shark. She inspected me from every angle from head to toe. "Well clearly you're pretty desperate. And you look like you fell off of a mountain." She observed. "I did." I confirmed. "You know Ben, I never actually hated you. Just that damn cousin of yours." She stopped directly in front of me, looking at me dead in the eyes. "Fine" she finally concluded. Before I could do anything, she lifted my chin with her fingers and then kissed me. It didn't last long, not more than a second, but she kissed me. After she broke it, I was about to yell at her, but I was losing vision and I just couldn't stand anymore. I collapsed, slowly drifting out of consciousness, my fate in the hands of an old enemy.