Disclaimer: For MOA's sake, I don't own Ben 10. At all. Wish I could. But I don't. And that's why I'm gonna get a lawyer and sue them for ownership! Muhhahaaha! (pause) That…probably wouldn't work out wouldn't it? Hm…And the Big Damn Table's original owner is ikyrian. I don't own her idea. All credit goes to her and this was just for pure entertainment.

A/N: UGGGGGHHHHH! I can't believe it DX I get another idea and I'm working on three major stuff at the same time. I gotta major disorder…Well, I got the idea from this website: . The table has 100 themes (yes another one of these, I know). I just wanna get this over with. Read and review!

Big Damn Table

1. Beginnings

Once upon a time…

There was a kingdom far, far away…

Those two are pretty familiar aren't they? Even though my mom never really bothered to tell me those stupid, cheesy fairytales, she told me real stories. The ones that made me confident in myself as a kid, letting me know that I could do anything if I just set my mind to it.

That's another thing my mother always told me. I could do anything if I just set my mind to it. And I could. I can. No matter what brick walls life planted in front of me, I could smash them to bits and get on with my life. There were no tough obstacles. People that hear about my life say that I must've had a hard, tough life since I was a kid and all. But really, everything that happened before when I was a kid were nothing I couldn't handle. I had my big boy pants on. I could handle myself just fine.

When I was a little kid and had both parents, I had the greatest life. At least that's what my mom tells me, 'cause I can't remember a single damn thing that happened. My dad would rock me to sleep as a baby, singing me lullabies that he had back on his home planet Osmos. Whenever I had my tantrums, he would calm me down and teach me how to control my abilities. I was feed good food, had good clothes, lived in a stable home and had amazing parents that supported me as I grew up, even with my powers.

There's one thing I do remember though as a kid. It wasn't a happy little memory.

Then I was five and there was a whole new beginning that emerged. One night when Dad was on a mission, I was having a hard time going to bed. When there was a knock at the door, I got curious and went to see what it was, and what do you know. Some old guy dressed up in the same Plumbers outfit that Dad wore was at the door. Before launching myself in the room, I listened. The man said something with a sad look on his face. My mom's back was turned at the living room door and I couldn't hear anything she said. Then she nodded, closing the door. Then when she turned to me, she jumped. She had tears running down her face.

Kevin? What are you doing up so late?

I walked up to her, feeling a little sad too. Momma, what's wrong?

She shook her head and gave me a big smile. Though it was forced. As a kid, I didn't know what was going on, so I took it as a good sign. Daddy won't be back for awhile ok? He's got a lot of busy stuff to do. Then she gave me a big mom hug and sent me to my room. I kept asking her if she could tell me a story but she kept chanting over and over, Not tonight sweetie, maybe another time. Then she said it the next night, then the night after that. I grew over it and slept through the night, waiting for Dad to come back from his work and tell me about the crazy adventures he had.

But he never did.

I was seven when Mom brought Fachtna home. Yeah. Fachtna. It's some weird word meaning angry. Which in this case, was perfect for him. He looked stupid with his graying brown baldish hair and greasy face. He had a nasty smile when Mom laughed at a joke he told and he always kept grabbing her ass or staring at her chest. It wasn't fair. Mom was pretty and then this old, ugly, greasy fart comes along and tries to steal my mom from my dad. Dad wasn't home yet and I always thought when dad would come back, he'd beat the crap out of Fachtna.

Fachtna started my other new life as a kid. He'd always sneer at me, barking orders at me, telling me to grab him a beer. When I told him we didn't have any left, he'd hit me and mom didn't say anything because she would get hit too. I didn't care. I always told myself that Dad would protect me when he came back, and would make mom feel a whole lot better.

Then when I turned eight, right when I had my birthday breakfast, he drank my orange juice and belched out that he was going to marry my mom. Nothing pissed me off more as a kid than that. I lost control, flipping the table over and caused a power outage. Of course Fachtna was stupid and didn't see my powers, and said that I unplugged everything. He put me in my room and locked the door. Mom would unlock it when Fachtna was in the bathroom and snuck me a video game of Sumo Slammers and a slice of cake with a kiss on the cheek.

She got married to him and I felt even worse. Where was dad? Was he seeing any of this? I asked mom that and that's when she made the biggest lie that caused another beginning in my life. Dad left you because he couldn't handle you anymore. He'd rather be somewhere else.

Then my rage exploded. Literally. Everything went out, light bulbs blew up and glass shattered everywhere. Mom had to go to the hospital because she had so many shards of glass in her skin. Seeing what I did to her, I packed up my things and ran away.

I began to steal. Lie. Hang with kids that I found that were "freaks" like me. They were just as bad. Then after toughing up and growing a major backbone, I snuck onto a shuttle bus and went to New York City. That was when I tested myself. I showed off to any gang member that got in my way. I almost killed one guy, but in my defense he had a gun. I nearly died, he nearly died. An eye for an eye.

Then I met Ben, Gwen and Max Tennyson when I was eleven. They were new tourists making their way across the country. Though there was something I wanted immediately the instant I met Ben. The Omnitrix. I heard of it before and I always bragged that I'd find it and be the biggest bad ass in the universe.

Ben was easy to befriend. He was gulliable, trusting some random kid with the secrets of the Omnitrix. Gwen, his short-tempered cousin shrugged me off. She was a smart girl. Too smart. It kinda annoyed me. She kept nagging at him, trying to lure him away from me. Then when I got him alone, I got his powers, but in the worst way possible. I became a monster, going through changes like a werewolf. It was painful to go through, but afterwords, I felt so powerful. I felt in control, even though I had a major urge to rip Ben Tennyson's throat out.

After some bloody, intense battles with him, he threw me in the Null Void. That's a beginning that I can't even tell you, uncensored details or not. After the pain and suffering, I found out how to stop turning into that monster and began to absorb things. Metal and wood became a coat of armor on my skin. I still was powerful, no matter what I looked like.

I broke out of the Null Void and winded up back on Earth when I was thirteen. I began to find alien tech and traded it for cold hard cash. I was living an easy laugh, making a few false deals and running away from them like hell when they figured me out. When I was fifteen, I found an old, trashed '76 Camaro and gave it a good clean paint job. I got a few friends to help fix the parts and I added some sweet ass alien tech to it too. When I was sixteen and able to drive, I drove around in it, the only thing I really had to care for in my life.

During a deal with a group of guys, all of a sudden three people popped out of nowhere. An alien and two teens around my age. And they looked like they wanted to stop whatever I was doing. The guys I was trading with turned out to be aliens then I realized who one of the teens were. He was wearing something like a green watch, something I knew very well.

It was Ben Tennyson. And he kicked all of our asses. He got me knocked out and I woke up tied up with some energy cuffs. I couldn't get out of them and I knew I was trapped. Ben and the alien kept pressing me for questions and the girl that stood beside them was quiet, watching me. I felt her gaze, but I ignored it. Ignored them.

Kevin. People could get hurt. That one tentative touch on the shoulder was all that it took.

Don't get me wrong. Not trying to be sappy here, but it's true. Gwen Tennyson grew up. She was kinder to me even though I nearly strangled her and burned her into a crisp. She didn't seem to care. She was absolutely hot too. Long red hair, bright green eyes and amazing figure of a body. Then with a careful pull away she was gone.

I wanted to create a new beginning of my own. I wanted a new life just to start everything over, try and make things better. So I fought again, next to her side. Then after I figured things out with Gwen and Ben, I looked for Mom. She lived in the same house as before. I went over, knocked on her door and she instantly knew me. She broke down, crying and blubbering about how sorry she was. Dad was really dead after a battle and he loved me no matter what.

I forgave her. Besides, after all the shit I did, I should've been apologizing. I told her everything. Then she blubbered again, then I forgave her. It took her a week of me staying at her house to make her relax and know that I was alright. She was alright.

Then I had my new beginning. I'm still in the middle. I have a lot of crap going on, but hell, you know what? Every story has a conflict right? There's some crap that's in this world. We all know it. But hell, one thing is for sure.

This began all with my Dad and Mom. This is what all resulted from that.

And I couldn't have it any other way.

A/N: Yeyy first chapter IS done :D This is dedicated to my bestie Brooke that lives with me here in MD :D We're polar opposites. I'm a major Gwevin fan, she's a major Bevin fan. I'm partly French, she's partly British. And so forth :D I love youuuu :D Not as much as my boyfriend though…'cause that'd be a serious issue xD Hope you guys liked this and review! More the reviews more chance of a second chapter :D And Christmas in July's next chapter will come up soon…PROMISE!