Sorry for not updating, I would give a million excuses by my percussion instructor says that "there's always an excuse if you look for one" so I'm just gonna say I'm sorry.

Also another thing, this story is getting a rewrite. This is the first for this story and hopefully the last, but if it is anything like my Fairytail story, then it might get two more rewrites. The reason is that this is my favorite story and I may not have written a lot, but behind the scenes, there is so much. Out of all of my stories, this was the most planned and I was even working on the plot for the sequel. I'm sure a lot of people hate when their favorite story gets a rewrite, but I do it because I love the story and want to make it the best I can!

The reason I'm remaking it is that I watched Mad Max: Fury Road again (for the ninth time I think. Yeah, it's my favorite movie) and began thinking over the mechanics, or remaining mechanics of the world. Also, I read another few stories about Mad Ben and of the Mad Universe and thought I could recreate a better story from what I came up with from the inspiration I acquired. That's how this remake came to be.

So, I'm sorry, but at least you get the new chapter! (Unlike most of my other stories...)

Main Pairing: Ben Prime X Mad Ben (I'll add more later)

Summary: Beaten and broken by the people he once oppressed, Warlord Tennyson could swear that he saw Ben amongst the crowd that streamed for his suffering. A weakened hand reached for the other as a quiet cry for help escaped his lips. To Ben, all of that happened in a nightmare, one that shook him to his core. As nightmares of his counterpart being tortured haunt Ben each night without mercy, Ben wonders if maybe there is more to them than simple nightmares. After days of suffering without sleep, Ben finally decides to return to the former warlord's world. Terror grips the young hero as his nightmares turn out to be a reality. With a world against his counterpart and the warlord's war crimes piled as high as the stars, Ben is left with a choice. Save his counterpart from his bloody fate or leave him trapped in the endless cycle of suffering? But, can Ben truly save someone that was broken from the beginning?

A hero is a symbol of hope to the people. They are the protector of those that cannot defend themselves and they stand strong in the face of danger. With an unwavering will the challenge the odds. Heroes possess an open heart and mind and they never turn down a person in need. Without a second thought, they beat the bad guy and save the innocent.

Ben was one of these heroes. No, that's wrong. Ben was the greatest of these heroes. Defender of earth and savior of earth. The wielder of the Omnitrix and the greatest hero of all.

Every day he spent saving someone from something. Big or small, Ben was there to save the day. Today was no different, well... Almost...

"Why is there nothing happening? Everything's just peaceful..." Ben sighed in annoyance. The young hero had sought to cure his boredom with once more tinkering with the scientific masterpiece on his arm.

"Is that not a good thing?" The revonnahgander beside the teen asked. The alien's eyes were glued to the road as the two patrolled the quiet streets of Bellwood.

"Yeah... Just kinda boring. Also, if people are gonna good try something, better to just do it now and get the butt-kicking over with." Ben replied with a pout as he glared out the window.

"I do not believe that is how criminals think." Rook replied after a moment of thought.

Ben sighed in annoyance as he just let his mind wander.

It had been over a year since he and Rook had defeated Maltruant. Life continued to go on as usual, but there was nothing too crazy that Ben could recall. Sure he'd bust crime and save the world, but there was nothing that really stuck out to him.

His "normal" life or the one not involving his hero work was pretty normal. Gwen and Kevin were still together and at college. From what he knew, Gwen had the best grades on campus, not that Ben was surprised. Kevin was still trying to make his car invincible. Rook was still dating Rayona and Ben was pretty jealous of how perfect their relationship was. Kai... Well, their relationship was okay. Though Ben still didn't really know why he was even still with her. They could barely stand being around each other and even when they got along, Ben could tell Kai was enjoying his company more than he was enjoying hers. Sometimes Ben wondered if the only reason they hadn't broken things off was that his future self was married to Kai.

"Ben... Are you even listening to me? Ben!" Rook had to pull Ben from his thoughts.

"Huh? Did something happen? Someone needs a beat down!?" Ben asked excitedly.

"Quite the opposite. Our patrol is over." Rook replied as the young hero's dreams were crushed to pieces. Glancing out the window, Ben noticed Rook had pulled up to Ben's apartment to drop him off. Ben had finally managed to get his own apartment as he felt bad about waking his parents up all the time coming home from patrols on long nights.

"Oh... Well, hopefully, tomorrow brings more excitement." Ben replied optimistically as he jumped out of the truck.

"Hopefully nothing too crazy." Rook replied as he knew first hand just how crazy the life of Ben Tennyson could be.

"Alright, cya tomorrow!" Ben waved to his partner as he headed inside.

Ben's apartment was pretty large for just one person. The owner of the complex had given him the best room on the top floor as thanks for his work in the Incursion invasion and saving the guys daughter. Ben was at least happy the guy wasn't on the other end of the spectrum and worried about the place getting destroyed.

Ben's apartment had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a full-size kitchen, and a spacious living room. Sometimes it was lonely, but Ben didn't mind. He was hardly home anyway and he at least didn't wake any roommates up.

Two hours of gaming later and Ben was passed out on his bed as his dreams carried him to a strange world very similar and yet different from his own.

The sun glared down at the green-eyed teen with a relentless hatred as if it had a personal vendetta against the young hero. Ben hovered a hand over his eyes to block the harsh rays from his face as his body moved on its own.

Ben stood in the middle of a dessert as it was lifeless for miles in every direction. There were no signs of civilization as not a single cloud was seen in the sky. It felt familiar to Ben, but he didn't know why.

Ben didn't know where he was walking, but he began walking. His body moved with any conscious effort from him.

Slowly buildings crept their way onto the horizon, or what remained of them. The desert had swallowed most of the city that was Bellwood, or Benwood in this case.

Ben noticed the sign immediately when entering the apocalyptic city. As he recognized it like the back of his hand as he immediately concluded this to be the world of his warlord counterpart. Ben learned not to question strange things, especially his dreams and he forgot most of them anyway when he woke up.

Ben continued to walk through the town as he still knew little of where he was going. Though he was at least relieved when he found himself in an underground tunnel that burrowed deep into the ground. It was cooler in the tunnel and the sun's harsh glare couldn't reach him anymore. It seemed like it was new, or as new as a tunnel in a wasteland could be.

The tunnels seemed to branch off into many directions as Ben continued to walk and an unknown path.

Soon, the sound of yells reached the teen's ears. Ben compared the sound to a bar on a football night as everyone screamed joyously at something.

The sound grew louder as Ben got closer. Though he almost wished he hadn't as now he could hear what the voices were saying. Needless to say, Ben didn't particularly like what they said. People screaming for more brutality and more blood. They laughed and cheered as they called for more violence.

Ben was horrified by the voices as he was fearful of what they were screaming at to suffer from this. He optimistically hoped it was a movie or a play, but he knew that wasn't the truth.

Stepping out into a massive room, Ben realized hundreds of people were gathered around an arena. The arena had a massive cage over it as people had even climbed up it as the looked down into the ring below.

Ben's foot carried him towards the caged arena as he wished he could just turn around and run, but his body wouldn't allow it. People parted for him subconsciously as he walked up to the metal cage that was also adorned in spikes to keep whatever was inside the arena, inside.

Ben froze in his place as he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. His eyes were locked on the combatants inside the arena, though he could hardly even think of them as such. It was more of an attacker and a victim.

A scream of pain tore from the smaller person's throat as the audience's cheers answered the scream.

The victim weakly tried to drag himself away from his attacker as his body was beaten and bruised. Large gashes covered the male's arms and legs as some were fresh. New and old blood stained the teen's clothes and skin as Ben couldn't even see the others face amongst the blood, dirt, and tears.

"Hey! Where ya runnin' off to now?" The attacker asked as the man slammed his foot down on the teens back hard. The smaller male gasped in pain as his body went limp. Ben silently wondered if the teen was dead, but something just told him he wasn't.

"Not so high and mighty now!" The man taunted as he kicked the teen harshly in the side to knock him onto his back. The teen weakly held onto to his injured side as the impact opened an old wound.

The teen reminded Ben of an abused puppy that had been kicked one too many times. Something just told the young hero that the person he saw before him had lost their will to fight a long time ago and had lost all hope. The victim stared weakly up at his attacker as he showed no intention of fighting back.

"This is a pitiful sight indeed! The Great Warlord Tennyson, beaten down by the people he once crushed beneath his feet like worms!" The man laughed as Ben's blood ran cold. The world went silent around Ben as he stared at the teen lying limp on the ground.

Ben couldn't believe what he heard. The victim of so much pain and his wrathful counterpart were the same person. That wasn't right. Right...?

Ben got his answer as the teen received a harsh kick to the head. The victim's head jerked to the side as he struggled to keep himself conscious.

Green met orange as Ben stared into the former warlord's eyes. Orange eyes that once held enough intensity to burn the sun itself and crush anyone in their path without a second thought now looked hollow. They were a dull orange that seemed to have accepted their fate. They had submitted to this life of torment. An endless cycle of pain had finally crushed the teen's will to fight.

The young warlord's eyes silently gazed over the crowd cheering for his screams and thriving off his pain. Though something changed when they landed on Ben.

Ben expected the orange-eyed teen to glare at him with hatred or scream at him in rage. Ben expected to be cursed for bringing this upon his counterpart.

That was hardly what happened.

Ben saw a spark of hope behind those soulless eyes. A drop of life returned to the person people called a heartless monster.

Slowly, a weakened hand reached out for Ben.

"H-Help... Me..." A raspy voice called out to Ben as the words rang clear in the young hero's ears like a bullet. The orange-eyed teen sounded like he hadn't spoken a word in months, but the two words he did speak, they carried such fear and pain that Ben was shot to his core.

Ben's eyes snapped open as reality hit him like a train. He was almost blasted out of bed as he sat there for a long moment. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as his hands were shaking.

Pushing help to his feet he made his way to the bathroom.

Splashing his face with cold water, Ben watched the water run down the drain of the small dish as he tried to comprehend what happened.

This wasn't the kinda dream that faded the more you tried to remember it. No. This was the dream that you remembered with terrifying detail. He could recall every second of the dream and his counterpart's words still rang in his head.

"It's just some dumb nightmare..." Ben said to convince himself more than anything else.

Shutting the sink off, Ben returned to his bed as he noted it only to be six in the morning. Groaning in annoyance, Ben crashed down onto the bed to get some sleep.

Sleep avoided the young hero like the plague as his mind was just filled with what he saw in his nightmare.

Over and over Ben told himself it was just some stupid dream, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt it was very much reality.

I hope you guys enjoyed and don't worry! No matter what happens, I will not abandon this story! It's my pride and joy! No matter how long it takes, I will complete this story!

This story will also have a sequel once this one ends.

I hope you guys love it as much as I do! Thank you so much and see you next time!