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Chapter 2 Ben sat content in the back seat, Albedo laying on his back with his head in the hero's lap, his snowy white hair in swirls on the blue jeans. He listened to the labored breathing of his counterpart, making sure he kept breathing. It Hurt, a hard pressure in his chest, to see Albedo in such a position, so, broken.   Kevin stared blankly at the road, somewhat concerned about Ben, and how sad he looked. It was new to him, this look, he never saw the sad side of Ben. He's seen only the cheery happy-go-luck teen that was his friend. Of course he's seen an evil side to him, that ran shivers up his spine, but nothing so depressing. Gwe

Atom felt this pang in his body when he saw Zeus after the night before. It was as if he could feel his every pain and every emotion. He had this horribly angry mood day after day. Zeus' voice was so strong and smooth. It was so kind, though, so gentle. Atom lay on the floor of the guest bedroom and stared at the sealing fan overhead. Why did he feel this way? Then there came a knock at the door. "Atom, are you there?" came Max's voice, which, for once, worsened Atom's mood. He didn't know what he was expecting; Zeus wouldn't talk to him after last night. He guessed it was really what he wanted. Atom stood up and walked to the door to see Max

 "Midas you stupid peace of scrap!" yelled Chivelle. He usually didn't treat Midas like this, but the bot had screwed up big time on this one. "How could you just slip and tumble out of the ring, eh? You made a fool out of me, not to mention you got yourself disqualified!" Midas tried to mute out the rest. He remembered why he stumbled. While the eye-patched man told him to back step, something caught his attention: A flash of purple armor and lights, then he was on the floor, the laughing and booing crowed above him. He came back to reality with a lingering thought. there was no doubt: That was Noisy Boy.  

(Warning: This is a humanized story. BoomBox is mine and Twin Cities belongs to DreamWorks.) BoomBox ran his fingers through his black hair and stroked each individual red high-light. The home was dark and the night set in as it did every few hours of the day. The dogs rested under the windowsill. BoomBox had just gotten done watching a professional boxing match on television between Twin Cities and Photon. Twin Cities won and BoomBox was ecstatic about the boxer's win. To BoomBox, Twin Cities was amazing. He had red hair and always wore a red, half vest (only covers half the chest) over a black, long sleeve under shirt. He had black skinny