Steampunk Princess (Generator Rex/Ben 10 crossover & love triangle)

Chapter 1

Kelly's POV

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Is it strange how in dreams you think it is actually happening? All the feelings and all the colors and pain? Sometimes when I dream, I am someone else. Or I have different memories and think it is all actually happening. Perhaps it is. I mean seriously, how does it do that? I know how now, but it still scares the wits out of me sometimes when I feel like I am flying and wake up to being in bed or on the floor. But when you fall asleep sometimes, you wake up in your dream? Well, I didn't know I was dreaming at the flashback.

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I woke up to the plane rocking back and forth. Seriously? I thought I was already out of trouble! My little sister, Julia, looks up at me with adorable green eyes full of fear. Her blonde hair was short to her chin and a bit ratted from falling asleep.

"Go! You got this!" she whispered in a cute voice and I sighed and nodded. My mom glanced at me and my little sister. I excused myself to the bathroom, despite other's protests. Do they want me to save them or not? I mean, seriously! I sighed and got on a black hoodie and zipped it up before changing shoes to black sneakers other than my short black combat boots with a bit of thick heels and laced up. I tied them as I heard shouting from a foreign language as I stepped out lazily and found the pilot shot and everyone on the ground. I sighed and walked over as they bickered to me in Russian. Lucky I'm very smart.

"Получить на земле сейчас! Я буду стрелять!" (Get on the ground now! I will shoot!) {Blame Google Translate if this is wrong.}

"Nah, I'd rather not," I said lazily and grabbed a cork opener and some glasses with wine and some silverware, "I'm hungry."

The man growled as I got the cork opener and tried to open the bottle. I swiftly turned as it came loose and shot him in the temple at a fast speed, knocking him out. I gasped dramatically.

"Oops," I smirked and I didn't look behind me as I shot my left arm up and smashed the bottle onto another unfortunate man's head. I tossed the end of it like a tomahawk and it hit a man's eye across the plane. I took the silverware and juggled it lazily and started to throw them at people. People gasped at the terrorists went down one by one and the civilians stood slowly. I finished them off when I realized there was no pilot.

"Sh*t," I cursed and ran to the front, "Sit down and buckle up now! We are making an unexpected landing!"

At that, everyone scurried and sat down. My mom covered Julia's eyes, but I could tell Julia was proud. Mom wouldn't be if she knew. That's right everyone, she doesn't know. My mom peered at me in curiosity as I went into the cockpit and sat down, putting the dead pilot onto the floor gently and praying for him. I sat down and stared at all the controls and levers and buttons.

"Okay, one question. How do I fly this thing?" I asked myself as I flicked switches and slowly steered the plane down. I heard people panicking in back and realized that someone opened the door and broke windows. What the actual f*ck?! I panicked a bit as people flew out. Julia and mom were in that position as I ran out and grabbed them, getting them into the cockpit. Julia sat next to me and helped me fiddle around. She is smart for a five year old, let me tell you.

"Julia, what are you doing?"

"Helping her, what else?" But might I add she has a big mouth sometimes.

"Why?"

"Because Kelly may need it." Well, in more ways than one.

"Kelly?" mom looked panicked, "Where is she?!" Then she paused and looked at me as I ignored her and my racing heart as I worked on steering the plane.