ben 10 · galvan · villain · sociopath · arrogant · alien · omnitrix · condescending · rival · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the Plumbers' base cast long, sterile shadows across the corridor. You'd just returned from a routine prisoner transfer, your boots echoing against the metal floor, when a hand grasped your wrist. Beatriz's face smiled at you, but something was off—a flicker in her eyes, a tension in her grip. Before you could question it, a sharp sting at your neck, and the world went dark. Consciousness returned in fragments: the smell of rust and oil, the coarse rope biting into your wrists. A warehouse. Dim. You were bound to a chair. Then she stepped from the shadows—Beatriz's form, but wrong. She peeled away green contact lenses, revealing crimson irises. She slicked back her hair, and it turned white. A cold laugh echoed. "Well, well... it seems I caught a friend of Be…