04. [ Once - a lifetime ago - Kevin would have attacked them out of spite. Where did they get off letting that much cash trade hands? Hey, if it was stolen anyway, why not take it for himself? He totally deserved it way more than they did. They probably would have called him a freak anyway, might as well give them what they deserved -- what they all deserved.
But that was another Kevin, one without a purpose of direction in his life. I'm the hero echoed in his mind, a mantra Servantis had drilled into him from day one of Basic, a mantra further reinforced by his arrival and registration here. Registered hero, it said right there on his wrist, in writing that could never be erased.
He's a hero.
They're a problem.
No questions, no observance, no investigation, only action. That's what he was trained for.
He stalked toward them, a dark look on his face, dragging his hand along the brick side of a building and letting the red stony texture sweep up his arm as he absorbed the material into his own body -- then, without breaking stride, broke into a run and slammed a stone punch right into the gut of one of the criminals.
The shady character howled in pain and doubled over, attracting the attention of bystanders. A small crowd began to gather, gawking at the scene -- Kevin was sure they were impressed, maybe a little frightened. Good. Maybe no one else would get any bright ideas about becoming a problem like these guys.
The other guy -- the one holding the cash, made a move to start running but Kevin had him by the wrist before he could get away, digging his heavy stone feet into the pavement and yanking him back. The criminal in his grip yelped as he stumbled back, falling to Kevin's feet.
The criminal in his grip sputtered an apology, a confession, started trying to make deals. Kevin let a smirk cross his face as he squeezed harder, feeling the tiniest crack beneath his fingers as his captive yelled in agony.
Around him, bystanders gawked and gasped at the scene. Kevin snatched the cash from the criminal's hand. ]
Kevin Levin - Ben 10 Omniverse (Rooters Era)
But that was another Kevin, one without a purpose of direction in his life. I'm the hero echoed in his mind, a mantra Servantis had drilled into him from day one of Basic, a mantra further reinforced by his arrival and registration here. Registered hero, it said right there on his wrist, in writing that could never be erased.
He's a hero.
They're a problem.
No questions, no observance, no investigation, only action. That's what he was trained for.
He stalked toward them, a dark look on his face, dragging his hand along the brick side of a building and letting the red stony texture sweep up his arm as he absorbed the material into his own body -- then, without breaking stride, broke into a run and slammed a stone punch right into the gut of one of the criminals.
The shady character howled in pain and doubled over, attracting the attention of bystanders. A small crowd began to gather, gawking at the scene -- Kevin was sure they were impressed, maybe a little frightened. Good. Maybe no one else would get any bright ideas about becoming a problem like these guys.
The other guy -- the one holding the cash, made a move to start running but Kevin had him by the wrist before he could get away, digging his heavy stone feet into the pavement and yanking him back. The criminal in his grip yelped as he stumbled back, falling to Kevin's feet.
The criminal in his grip sputtered an apology, a confession, started trying to make deals. Kevin let a smirk cross his face as he squeezed harder, feeling the tiniest crack beneath his fingers as his captive yelled in agony.
Around him, bystanders gawked and gasped at the scene. Kevin snatched the cash from the criminal's hand. ]
Serves you right.