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Kevin 11 dodged out of the way of 3 Petrosapien daggers flying his way with his Kineceleran speed, returning them ten fold to his adversary. "You can't beat me freakazoid!" Ben in the form of Diamondhead declared as they only bounced off his diamond-hard body, breaking into a million little pieces and fluttering to the ground. "I have all your powers Tennyson," Kevin jeered, his Ripjaws fangs sticking out as he smirked at his sworn enemy "plus my own, you can't beat me!".

They exchanged another round of attacks and taunts, and to anyone who looked at the mishmash of alien parts one would not think that his mind was elsewhere. He had been fighting all his life; ever since a lost and scared 5 year old had hit the cold unforgiving streets of New York City he had been fighting, it came naturally now.

Second nature, though some argued it was his first.

His mind was actually on the 10 year old hero's cousin, on her smile he had seen on rare occasions, on her beautiful emerald eyes, her gorgeous red hair, her no-nonsense attitude, and on killing the bastard between them.

Ben Tennyson was blocking his way to the only girl he had ever loved; he had to kill him, to prove once and for all that he was better than him. To her.

He thought about what it would be like after he killed him, after Tennyson was nothing more than a mangled, decapitated bloody corpse with his missing head hanging on a stick for the world to see. For the world to see that she was his.

He imagined her crawling from the wreckage, her blue beret coming loose and allowing her crimson mane to flow free in the wind. How beautiful she would look against the golden wheat fields and setting sun, an angel as she stood shaking her head lightly with her hand on the hood of the wrecked RV.

He hadn't meant to hurt her, that was the last thing in the world he would ever do, but he had had to draw Tennyson out and away from her so they could fight. So she wouldn't get caught in the inevitable collateral damage.

She would understand, she would open her eyes and look at him with love and pride and she would rush up to embrace him with a squeal of joy and he would swing her around and around until they were both dizzy. She would hug him and tell him everything was O.K when he spilled all his past memories and pent-up hurt to her. She would cuddle up to him and he could almost feel her soft kisses against his lips, her even breath against his neck when they would lie down for the night. He would watch her lips twitch with pleasant dreams and her slender chest rise and fall as she slept. Her hand would be on his cheek as he curled protectively around his treasure, the dragon guarding his princess, caressing her red hair and breathing in her scent until he lulled himself to sleep with pictures of a tomorrow he could for once look forward to.

He wouldn't go any further with her, not if she didn't want to, and he would respect her wishes until she trusted him enough to love him with her body as much as she did with her heart. It would take time, but he was O.K with that. He wasn't like those other one-night-stand bums who would take it from a woman no matter what, he respected and loved her self-respect. She was different from those other bitches who hated the thought of virginity, who saw it as a hindrance to their ever-precious social statuses and that was why he loved her. She didn't care about what was cool or hip, she didn't care about what other people thought of her, didn't need someone to take care of her and that was exactly why he wanted to.

Later when they woke up they would link hands and walk across the fields, and she would cry out in delight when he would suddenly swoop her up in his arms and take her flying for the first time. They would see the sights from a bird's eye view, he would show her everything he could and the smile would never leave her beautiful face. They would settle down somewhere, somewhere other people wouldn't find them and they could live in peace until the end of their days.

When the time eventually came that she was ready for him he would be gentle with her, he would caress her body and find out what it felt like to hold the one who held your heart. She wouldn't feel any pain, he would make sure of that, she would never feel any pain ever again in her life.

He would be tender with her, she was the only thing in his life worth being tender to, she would heal his scars with her gentle touch and he would be sure never to hurt her. She would lie down willingly beside him each night and they would look at the stars, her tiny hand on his chest and they would share a long kiss before settling down in eachother's arms. She would eventually forget the past, she would forget Tennyson and she would forget the days when they were enemies, except for maybe the day they first met.

They would look back and laugh at the time, and she would look at him with love so deep and true in her emerald eyes and say "And look at us now.". He would pull her in for a kiss and say "Forever and always, baby, forever and always.".

All he had to do was kill Tennyson.

And he would.

For her.