Stepping into the light, I clenched my fists. Reginald was always apprehensive about sending me into battles, I was more of a medic than a fighter. Besides, I wasn't adopted by Reginald, only a close friend of Klaus, and shared an even closer friendship with Ben. Subsequently, in the old man's eyes, since I was friends with an absolute lunatic, I was not responsible enough to be sent into battle, despite my constantly asking. That didn't mean I didn't know how to kick ass. I suppose that's how I got into this situation, accidentally running over some homeless man in the street, I had managed to get a murderous gang searching for me, wanting my blood. So, feeling sorry for me, Reginald had given me power, about three months ago. He wanted to see if he could give me power through some new, strange technique he had developed, and clearly, it had worked. And by some stroke of bad karma, my power was healing myself and others. Now, the siblings thought desperately to protect my ass from becoming one of them.
Sending an impressive kick to the man who attempted to sneak up on me, I made my way toward Ben, blocked into the corner, and clutching his side. "Hey? Hey! Ben, are you alright?!" I asked, panic rising in my voice like an overflowing ocean as he fell to the ground in pain. Collapsing to my knees next to Ben, my eyes caught sight of the crimson river pooling below him. Blood. Gently, I moved the hair out of his dark eyes, letting a tear roll down my cheek. "Hey, it's alright. I can fix this." I told him gently, but he caught my hands. "No," Ben whispered, pushing away my hand weakly. "I died to protect you. I won't let you change that."
Slowly, Ben closed his eyes, and a sob racked my body. "NO! I WON'T LET YOU DIE!" I yelled, pushing when a force dragged me backwards, away from him. "Let go!" Escaping whoever's grasp I was in, I rushed towards my best friend, grasping his hand and feeling a burning in my chest spread where I had begun to heal his wound.
See, my superpower is superhuman healing. As in, I can heal any wound, except I feel it. I receive it on my body, and if the wound I am healing is fatal, I will die in the place of whoever I'm healing. But some things, like the person you love, are worth dying for, right?
Before I could feel the full pain of a slice through my chest, I felt arms lift me, and my eyes met with those of Alison. "Let me go! I will never stop fighting to heal him. I'm in love with him!" I screamed, tears now flowing freely from my eyes. "I'm in love with him."
Reaching again for my best friend who lay dead on the floor, Alison dragged me away. "Stop fighting me!" Alison yelled, but I paid no mind to it. "Don't make me rumour you!" Again, I ignored her, hearing her say the words to make me stop struggling, but I was too far lost in my grief to listen to the words. And still, I fought back, kicking and thrashing. "I'm so sorry," Allison admitted, before taking a deep breath in, yet I still ignored my devastated sister. "I heard a rumour, you forgot about Ben."
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The Jennifer Incident - (Ben Hargreeves X OC)
Fanfiction((SEASON 3)) "Jen, I thought I was never going to see you again-" "I would never leave you." Or Jennifer lost her Ben. Ben lost his Jennifer. But when a new timeline is brought forth after a failed expedition to 1963, Ben just so happens to be ali...
