It was the Plumbers HQ, the old one below the Power Plant.
Ben could see murky shapes within the room, but what he did notice was the pair of chained up people. "Gwen! Grandpa!" Hands flew to his throat as he coughed. "My voice! What happened to my voice!?"
"Surprised Benjamin?" mocked a cultured British accented voice and Ben turned. Eon loomed overhead as he reached down and grabbed the ten year old with one hand. "Tell me, how does it feel to fail again?"
Dragging him bodily towards the Hands of Armageddon, Ben tried to break free but simply didn't have the strength to do so. "Lemme go! You're not real, you're a terror!"
"Terror? Yes, I suppose that would be appropriate for one such as myself," mused Eon as he grabbed the Omnitrix and started to infuse his DNA into it.
"Ben!" cried out Gwen as Ben screamed as his body was twisted and transformed, purple light flaring everywhere as in an instant, a younger Eon stood there. "NOOOOOOO!"
"YES!" laughed Eon. "Give in Benjamin, you need to end this world and everything in it!"
For a long moment, Ben stood there and then he looked up. Snarling, his hand lit up with purple energy and he hurled it forward -- slamming into Eon.
"Ben!" exclaimed Max in surprise and the Ben-Eon turned towards them. "You did well."
"LIES!" cried Eon as the pair of Chronians fought back and forth. "YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR NIGHTMARES!"
"I BEG TO DIFFER!" roared Ben as he shot back energy at Eon, and in a cry, the man was struck, aging thousands of years in a single blast as he vanished.
Panting, Ben turned towards Gwen and Max and said, "I'll protect you two. Don't worry."
And he raced off into the gloom, not even bothering to change from Eon. Because he knew that instinctively, for once, his terrors would become theirs.
"Lok'tar Ogar," muttered Ben as his hands flared with temporal energy.
There was a moment where Kirk isn't sure what he's seeing - and then his face split in a cocky smile. He stepped forward, raising a hand to Ben's rather mutated form.
"Mister Tennyson. I'd say it's time we taught this Nightmae King a thing or two about humans."
For a moment, Ben focused on Kirk and then realized that he was real. A fairly sinister grin split across Eon's face as he nodded at the man. "Captain," he greeted in his cultured British accent. "Let's shall we?"
He looked down at himself and chuckled. "Not QUITE the way I expected to use the form of Eon the Destroyer of Time, but I suppose it works." And his hand lit up with temporal energy. "Let's give them hell sir."
Kirk chuckled grimly, "Whatever ends up working, Mister Tennyson. Come on; we need to get organized and take the fight to him. He may think he has us beat, but I don't believe in a no-win situation. Let's find some of the others."
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Ben could see murky shapes within the room, but what he did notice was the pair of chained up people. "Gwen! Grandpa!" Hands flew to his throat as he coughed. "My voice! What happened to my voice!?"
"Surprised Benjamin?" mocked a cultured British accented voice and Ben turned. Eon loomed overhead as he reached down and grabbed the ten year old with one hand. "Tell me, how does it feel to fail again?"
Dragging him bodily towards the Hands of Armageddon, Ben tried to break free but simply didn't have the strength to do so. "Lemme go! You're not real, you're a terror!"
"Terror? Yes, I suppose that would be appropriate for one such as myself," mused Eon as he grabbed the Omnitrix and started to infuse his DNA into it.
"Ben!" cried out Gwen as Ben screamed as his body was twisted and transformed, purple light flaring everywhere as in an instant, a younger Eon stood there. "NOOOOOOO!"
"YES!" laughed Eon. "Give in Benjamin, you need to end this world and everything in it!"
For a long moment, Ben stood there and then he looked up. Snarling, his hand lit up with purple energy and he hurled it forward -- slamming into Eon.
"Ben!" exclaimed Max in surprise and the Ben-Eon turned towards them. "You did well."
"LIES!" cried Eon as the pair of Chronians fought back and forth. "YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR NIGHTMARES!"
"I BEG TO DIFFER!" roared Ben as he shot back energy at Eon, and in a cry, the man was struck, aging thousands of years in a single blast as he vanished.
Panting, Ben turned towards Gwen and Max and said, "I'll protect you two. Don't worry."
And he raced off into the gloom, not even bothering to change from Eon. Because he knew that instinctively, for once, his terrors would become theirs.
"Lok'tar Ogar," muttered Ben as his hands flared with temporal energy.
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"Mister Tennyson. I'd say it's time we taught this Nightmae King a thing or two about humans."
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He looked down at himself and chuckled. "Not QUITE the way I expected to use the form of Eon the Destroyer of Time, but I suppose it works." And his hand lit up with temporal energy. "Let's give them hell sir."
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