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

Chapter 27

-World Destruction-

Gene's P.O.V:
I felt a nervous pit in my stomache. Today was the day. I never been prepared for a war. It was unsettling. I could even smell chaos in the air. Zalgo was getting closer. We had no idea when he was going to show up.

I sat on the couch, my leg shaking like crazy. I was really jittery. What if I lose the people I love? What if I die? How would they handle losing me? How would I handle losing them? What if Dad and I fail....? The world would be taken over by Zalgo. All the survivors would be slaves to chaos and evil for eternity. The stress and anxiety was unbearable. This was a ridiculus amount of stress to be put on a teenager's shoulders. The good news is, I have my dad fighting with me. His strength is close to Zalgo's, and my strength is close to his, so hopefully I'll be alright. But still.... It is hard not to think of the negative outcomes. This is beyond dangerous. Even the world's biggest dumbass would even realize this was a suicide mission. My mind was racing. Thoughts shifted constantly. My brain was going a million miles per hour. This was bad. This was really bad. The naseau was horrible. My stomach feels like it's being squeezed by a boa constricter. Sweat dripped down my forehead. By the looks of it, things were going to go awefully wrong. How can someone deal with this crap. It feels like I'm going to die of a heart attack before dying in battle. This is far from good. I might as well just kill myself now. This is not okay. I can't do this. But there is no way out of it. Why did I have to be born? Why couldn't I just be a duck? It would have been nice being a duck. I could just swim, and eat fish and bugs. Delicious right? Fish and bugs.... much better than fighting the world's most powerful being. I could just swim around with my life long mate, escaping all the worries of life.

"Fucking ducks...." I said out loud, not even realizing Ben had came down stairs. "What?" He looked at me, confusion marking his face. "What?" I repeated, completely dumbfounded. "Ducks have nothing to do with what I asked you Gene..." he deadpanned, still confused. "You asked me something?" I asked, still mind fucked. I had no idea how far in the clouds I was. "I asked what your thoughts were on fighting Zalgo..." his voice trailed off. He was holding the bridge of his nose as if I was giving him a headache. But I didn't hear him...again...I was too busy wishing I was a duck. "Why can't I be a fucking duck!?" I shouted. Ben jumped back, startled from my sudden outburst. "S-sorry...my mind is kind of elsewhere." I stuttered, my face turning a bright red hue. "Gene, we have more important things to worry about than being ducks." He growled. "I'm sorry...I'm just scared." I admitted looking down at the floor. he sighed and sat down next to me. "Do you watch the Walking Dead?" He asked. I looked at him in concern, now I was the one confused. "No." I said bluntly. He rubbed his temple, "Maggie was sitting on the opposite side of the door from Beth and Judith. Beth said 'We don't have time to be scared. We've all got jobs to do; thats what Daddy always tells us' that was episode four of season four. If you are scared, you can't focus on your job." A tear rolled down my face as I just stared at him. "What if I don't have what it takes?" He gave me a small soft kiss, "I know you do. Plus, you don't exactly have a choice weither or not to have what it takes. You'll be fine." He smiled at me confidently. "What if I lose you?" I asked, another tear fell. He wiped my eyes with his thumbs, "I promise, I will live. I won't dare to leave you behind. Not again. Besides, I'm already dead!" He joked. I smiled a little but I couldn't help but to worry.

We practically leaped from our skin as we heard loud roars, people scream, and huge explosions, just outside the woods. my Dad teleported infront of us, everyone filled the room within minutes. "It's time." He said. "Everyone, take your places." The group scattered. Ben kissed me intensely before leaving, confidence glinted in his eyes. T and Damien stood in the living room. "I hope everyone does their best not to get injured or killed. I don't know how affective we'll be..." T's voice trailed. "We will be great doctors!" Damien shouted proudly. I smiled at them both with hope. At least I know they'll be safe and out of harm's way. "We should go, Gene." My Dad said. I nodded, still not so sure of myself. We stepped outside. The winds were heavy, if I was just a child, I probably would have been blown away. Not a single animal was in sight. They probably sensed something was horribly wrong and hid for safety. The sky was dark, despite the fact it was only noon. Thunder boomed. But what was strange, lightening bolts were coming down only seconds apart, and it was only in the center of town. Blood curdling shreaks of terror and agony filled our ears. I pointed to a vortex shape in the clouds, in the center of town, where the lightening was coming from. Dad nodded at me. We both teleported.