You Shouldn't Have Done That(A Ben Drowned Fan-fic)

Chapter 12

A/n:
Hey guys. I would have updated this sooner, but I've been busy with school and everything. I also accidentally caught my boyfriend's hair on fire...it was so funny but I felt soooo bad. How you liking the story so far? Don't forget to comment and vote!

-My....Protector?-

Gene's POV:
I yawned and tried to get up to stretch. Something had me pinned to the bed. My face was burried in something warm. I pulled away and looked at what was keeping me down...arms...my eyes went back to what my face was burried into...a chest...I trailed my eyes to Ben's sleeping face. He must have snuggled into me while we were sleeping. My face turned bright red. I stared at his features. He was so cute when he was sleeping...wait...what am I saying? A lock of his long blonde hair lay over his eye. Without thinking, I reached my fingertips to it, to brush it out of his face. Just then a knock came to the front door causing Ben to pounce out of bed and immidiately grab his sword off my dresser. He pulled it out of his sheath and stood guard. The noise he made caused Jeff and T to wake up as well. Jeff stretched as T rubbed her eyes groggily. "Ben put that away, someone is just knocking. You guys stay up here, I'm going to see who it is." I say, heading for the door. Ben stops me, "wait! It could be a serial killer!" I shake my head, "have you looked in the mirror lately?" He froze for a moment, looking confused. He blinked a couple times before he finally understood, "that's... different..." I shook my head, just stay up here. I ran down the steps and opened the front door. I instantly regreted it from the moment I saw who was standing right infront of me.

"Micheal?..." my voice trailed off. He chuckled, "who else would it be?" I glared at him, "what are you doing here?" He smiled, "now, now Gene, is that any way to show the love of your life hospitality?" I gritted my teeth, "you are not the love of my life." As I said the words love of my life Ben popped up in my head. I stood there befuttled for a moment before mentally shooing the image away. "What do you want jack ass?" I spat. He started walking towards me, I stepped back with each step he took to get closer. I tripped on one of the steps causing me to fall back. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back up. He kicked the door closed behind him and spun around so that I was pinned against it. He put his arms out on both sides, confining me to that tiny space, to keep me from escaping. "What are you doing!?" I hissed. He leaned his face closer to mine, his lips barely brushed against my own. "I came to take you back. And we can start by make up sex." I pushed him back. "No!" He laughed. Before I could even blink, he grabbed my wrists and threw me onto the couch. He climbed over top of me and landed kisses to my neck, and collar bones. I kicked and screamed trying to get him off, but he was planted firmly ontop of me. "Your mouth says no, but your body says yes." He whispered softly. I tried to punch him but he quickly caught my fist and back handed me. "Stop squirming you stupid bitch!" He spat. I kept trying to kick him off but I was just too weak. I see Ben out of the corner of my eye and the next thing I knew, a huge weight was lifted off me. Ben lunged at Mike, sending them both to the floor with a loud thud. I got up quickly and backed away from them. Ben had his sword to Mike's throat. I backed up against the wall and slid to an upright fetal position. T and Jeff came to either side of me and pesturing me asking questions if I'm alright or not. I could only watch the scene infront of me. Mike stared up at Ben in horror. Ben had an angry look plastured to his face. "Never touch her like that again! Do you hear me?" He spat. Mike only stared. He pressed the blade to his throat, "answer me!" Mike was frozen with fear, "what am I saying I know you'll do it again. Why don't I just end your life right here and now. I haven't killed anyone in a while, this could be fun." With that being said they both disappeared. I stared at the spot where they both were in shock and confusion. T turned her gaze to Jeff, "where did they go?" Jeff sighed, Ben doesn't kill people the normal way. He either waits for someone to play Majora's Mask or he takes them through the game it's self. That's most likely what he did with Mike. Now he's forced to go through the game until Ben finally kills him in the last level." He turned to me, "I gotta say he's never been this pissed off. Usually if he sees a guy about to rape a girl he just shakes his head and walks away, saying he'll deal with it later. He was already pissed off from hearing your conversation before he got down here, but when he saw Mike on top of you, I could see the anger radiating off his body. Then he hit you and I could see something in him just....snap." I starred blankly at Jeff for a moment. A million questions bounced around in my head. But I shrugged them off. "So he's gonna kill Mike...." Jeff nodded his head. Mike's going to die and there is nothing I can do about it. What about when he goes missing? Someone must know he was going to my house, what if I become a suspect? What if they found out about Ben? What's going to happen to Ben? What am I going to do? I stared off into space, not even blinking. T shook me out of my trance, "care to share your thoughts hunnyboo? You look like you just saw a ghost." I shook my head, "it's nothing..." I looked back at the serial killer on the other side of me, "...will Ben be ok?" He smiled, "don't worry. He will be just fine." Those words didn't comfort me. I still had a bad feeling. I just hope Ben comes back soon, and safely.

It's been two hours and Ben still hasn't come back yet. T sat at the table, leaning her head against her hand and tapping her nails against the table. Jeff sat on top of the table, seemingly giggling to himself while twittling his knife around between his fingers. I wonder why he's giggling like that...It's kind of creepy. I paced back and forth in the kitchen, getting more and more anxious as the seconds ticked by. "Where the hell is he?!" I shouted, scrunching my hair up between my fingers in frustration. Jeff sighed, still playing with his knife, "He's playing a video game. You know those take hours to finish." Jeff and Ben logic. I facepalm myself and throw my head back, groaning loudly in frustration. The T.V turned on. The volume was blarring static as well as the screen. It happened so suddenly, I screamed from the sudden outburst. T practically fell back in her seat with how forceful she jumped. I clutch my chest, feeling the pounding coming from my racing heart beat. Jeff just sat there calmly as if nothing just happened. Ben tumbles out of the T.V. T glares at him. I stare at him in shock, not knowing what to do or say. "Hey Ben." Jeff says, casually. Ben ignores him and practically jumps on top of me. He grabs my sholders and examines my body, "Are you ok? Did he hurt you too bad? I swear to god if anyone touches you again I'll do worse to them than what I did to him! I promise I won't let anyone hurt you. Oh, I knew I should have gone out of the room even when you told me to stay put. God, that son of a bitch! Say something god damn it!" I stared at him blankly for a moment. I know, I tend to do that..alot..it happens when I'm too shocked to speak. I tried to say something but no words could escape my mouth. I pulled him into a tight hug, burying my face into his sholder. He hesitated for a second before hugging me back...tightly. I can honestly say, I felt safe in his arms. Crazy right? A normal, teenage girl, felt safe in the arms of an immortal serial killer. I may not remember much of when we were little, but I have this deep gut feeling that this was how it was. How we were. It was a feeling of familarity. I feel like this was where I felt safest back then, when I was in his arms. This was my sanctuary and my place of comfort, in his arms. That's where I belong. And for once, I remember, even if it's very vague, I remember... he was, and still is my Ben.