Ben 10 Porn Story: The Jumper Chronicles Ben 10 Chapter 3

Ben 10 Porn Story: The Jumper Chronicles Ben 10 Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Ben
Tennyson awoke with a jerk, falling off the bed and hitting the RV
floor with a loud thud. He groaned and rubbed his head where hed
landed, looking up to see his cousin standing over him. Sleep
much? She cajoled with a grin.

Ben
frowned as he rose, Im not in the mood for it Gwen, gimme a
break, alright? He walked past her and sat at the small table,
every movement made stiffly and with discomfort. Wow, Kevin really
handed it to me back there. Howd you guys handle him?

We
didnt. Gwen sat across from her cousin, setting a PB&J
sandwich before him. We didnt, I thought you did. She nodded
toward the outside of the Rustbucket, At least, thats what he
told us.

He?
Ben followed her gaze, spotting the red-haired stranger sitting
outside of the RV, across from Grandpa Max. Wait . . . I remember
that guy. Ben pounded his fist into his free hand, I saved him
from getting splattered by a bus that Kevin threw at me.

Thats
what he told us, Gwen crossed her arms and reclined against the
seat, Funny thing is, he made it sound like you took Kevin out and
fainted. He carried you out of this old warehouse, which is where we
found you, out like a light.

I
dont remember any warehouse. Ben mirrored his cousins
stance. I remember saving him, then Kevin hit me with something
and I blacked out.

Heres
something else I found. Gwen opened her laptop and turned it to
face Ben. On the screen was a picture of a red-haired boy of no more
than five, under a headline that read Equinox Heir Dies in Bank
Heist. He says that his name is Benjamin Bradt. According to
this, the only Benjamin Bradt to have lived in San Francisco within
all of the online California census records was the son of Sarah and
Thomas Bradt, the owner of Equinox Industries, and he died ten years
ago in a botched bank heist.

So?
Maybe hes from another city.

Maybe,
she turned the computer back towards herself. Maybe not; he says
hes fifteen, and if the Ben Bradt in this article hadnt died,
hed be fifteen too. Maybe hes a shape-shifting alien, or some
kind of robot. Not like we havent encountered both of those this
summer.

Ben
gazed out at the stranger who was chatting so openly with his
grandfather, I just wish I knew what they were talking about.

Benjamin
was laughing so hard he couldnt breathe. It took him several
minutes to calm down, Seriously, the whole front of the mountain?

All
four are currently replaced with holographic replicas.
Indistinguishable to the naked eye, Im just glad that people
arent allowed to climb them anymore, thatd be much harder to
explain.

The
pair shared another laugh, Benjamin stopping to take a drink from the
bottle of water Max had provided him with. Amazing; your grandson
can turn into aliens, your daughter can perform magic, and you used
to date an intergalactic police woman. He chuckled, Wow Max,
the world must be quite an accepting place if you can share these
stories so freely.

Accepting,
not so much as you might hope. The old man clasped his hands
before him, Im just telling you some of the stories Ive been
in, because I want you to realize that there are people who
understand and accept things that go beyond the norm. I want you to
be comfortable, and to realize that you dont have to hide things
from myself or my grandkids.

Benjamin
followed Maxs gaze to his gloved right hand, I see your point.
I hope you didnt take my secrecy personally. Youre someone I
feel I can trust, he removed the glove, revealing the metal hand
to the firelight, Im just used to feeling like my being
different makes me a freak.

Max
took Benjamins hand and brought it up to his face, examining the
mechanical prosthetic with keen engineers eyes. This is amazing
technology, light years beyond Earth. Youre not in league with the
Plumbers, are you some kind of alien traveler?

No,
Im human . . . for the most part. He shed his jacket and rolled
the sleeve of his shirt up, exposing the metal prosthetic. I was
in an accident as a kid, almost died. My father fitted me with a
prototype prosthetic arm and leg, and had a team of research doctors
in his employ transplant some artificial organs that theyd been
developing into me. He opened his shirt, showing Max the dark
scars that crisscrossed his chest and torso. They even went in and
installed a few receptors into my brain, all to make sure I could
manipulate the limbs and that the organs functions would be
regulated correctly.

I
see, but that still doesnt explain the quality of the tech. No
company in 1993 had this kind of technology, they didnt even have
a prototype microbot until 2007.

I
dont know what happened, to be honest. Benjamin crossed his
arms, After your grandson got injured, they started shorting out,
and then they started changing shape. I dont understand what
happened. Benjamin had discovered earlier that his leg had
undergone similar changes. The storage compartment where hed kept
his battle chips was no longer there, which meant the chips were gone
for good.

What
I want to know is how you took out Kevin! Max and Benjamin looked
around, trying to spot whoever had created the tiny voice. Ben looked
down, and realized that there was a tiny gray man standing next to
his left foot; whoever or whatever it was had rolled up the pant leg
and was examining his prosthetic leg.

Max
sighed in irritation, If youd have just come out and asked to
be a part of the conversation I wouldnt be so annoyed, but spying
on us as Greymatter is just despicable. Wheres Gwen?

Thanks
for ruining our cover, dweeb. There was a ripple to Benjamins
right as Gwen deactivated the invisibility spell, the red-haired girl
coming into focus. Im sorry we spied on you, we were just
curious as to what all the hush hush was about.

The
hush hush was out of respect for our guest. Max glared at
his grandchildren in disapproval. Benjamin has expressed
discomfort with his cybernetics, and I wanted to limit the amount of
prying eyes. Much to Bens distress, Max grabbed the little gray
alien and lifted him up, moving him away from Benjamins prosthetic
leg. Im really sorry about all of this.

Its
okay Max, Benjamin smiled warmly at the old man, Knowing what I
do about you and your family, Im not so nervous about things.

I
have a question, Gwen sat down next to her grandfather, Why
cant I find any record of a Benjamin Bradt online, except for a
little boy who died ten years ago.

Me
too, Ben-Greymatter piped up, Your prosthetics have decidedly
Galvan design traits. If you are not an alien, then how did you
encounter such technology? Also, how did you disable Kevin during the
earlier fight whist I was incapacitated?

Wow,
a lot of questions. Benjamin chuckled and removed his glasses,
staring distantly into the campfire. When that monster, Kevin,
attacked earlier . . . Im not sure what happened, to be honest.
Back where I came from, there were these things called Dimensional
Areas, which permitted the physical manifestation of computer code
as long as it was properly configured to utilize the spectrum
wavelengths of the fields energy. I designed an interface for my
arm, which allowed it to tap into the fields energy and manifest
offensive or defensive code that I programmed into chips, being as
the only things that ever used dimensional areas were usually viruses
or navis that wanted to cause destruction to the world around them.

Navis?

Short
for Internet Navigators, sentient computer programs that live
in the Internet and often serve human operators. Anyway, while he was
holding me up, my field adaptor came online, and I used a battle chip
to blast him into the bay. Funny thing is, ever since my limbs
reconfigured themselves, my chip slots and my cache of battle chips
isnt available. He indicated a featureless plate of metal where
the five chip slots had been previously, So I would think I
couldnt use battle chips anymore, let alone use them in a
dimensional area. But Im pretty damn sure there wasnt a
dimensional area in effect, so Im at a loss for explanations. Same
with the technology question; I dont know what a Galvan is, or
where they can be found, so I cant explain that. The original arm
was designed by my father, Thomas Bradt, the head of Equinox
Industries; Ive made several upgrades and modifications to it
since then, but whatever has happened to it now puts it way beyond my
technological comprehension.

So
Thomas and Sarah are your parents, and you are the Equinox heir,
Gwen leaned closer, Then why do the papers think youre dead?

Benjamin
shook his head sadly, I cant remember anything before a few
hours ago. My mind is confused, memories disjointed and unclear, but
what the papers say makes sense. To be honest . . . I think I was
dead.

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