Ben Braeden

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Five favorite holiday memories

1. The first Easter after Wash moved in with us. The stories of the Easter Bunny kept him up all night with one of the kitchen knifes in his hands, muttering about how huge bunnies handing out colored eggs was not cool, and he would kill it if it tried to eat him.

Mom wasn't happy with me the next morning for mentioning that the bunny had razor sharp teeth.


2. that following Christmas. Because this time Wash had a BBGun and was in the livingroom with it aimed at the chimney. I actually got grounded on that one, and she proceeded to explain that Santa left coal for bad little boys and girls, not turned them INTO coal.


3. The Thanksgiving when I was 6, and I had realized just how good the skin of the turkey tasted. My grandpa kept telling me not to take it because it would dry the turkey out, but within an hour I had stripped the whole bird. And while I was sick to my stomach in the back room from eating all that, my Mom and grands had dinner and used up all the gravy to make the turkey not so tough.

4. The Thanksgiving back when I turned 19. My grands had passed away that year from pneumonia, and Mom was still sick because she had been taking care of them. So Wash and I decided to try and cook dinner. I think we ended up wearing most of it, but we managed to save enough to have dinner that night and not resort to eating out. I also learned never to let Wash try to stuff a turkey again.

5. The first Christmas after the Pulse. We had no money, so my mom and I decided that we were just going to go to church for the holiday and sing. That Christmas was going to be one about faith. But when we got there, the nuns had this HUGE tree and the choir kids were standing in front of a pile of present. There were mothers there as well, handing out baskets of food to other mothers, and the priests had set up this banquet of food to feed the entire congregation after Mass was over. I had never seen my mother cry so much that day, and the little game of magnetic checkers I got went everywhere with me for years in my backpack. It taught me that even in the darkest times, having faith in something would always surprise you with how it can heal a hurting world.

Self-Conclusion - The Spill Canvas

Fade in, start the scene
Enter beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the world...


School was over now, and Ben sat in the park watching moving trucks appear all over the neighborhood. Ever since October, people had been moving out of the community one by one. Rumors of the strange deaths, and the kids talking about demons had mothers scared.

New town, new start. Some had left right away, and others were leaving now that the school year was over. There was still a group, like Ben, remaining behind. Of course, Ryan had to be one of them, along with his tiny gang. However, they hadn't been touched by the demons, so they didn't believe.

Of course, there were people moving in too - ones who didn't know about the changelings and the deaths of people. Ones who were happy to move out of Indianapolis for a peaceful life. And someone was moving into the house right next door to the Braeden's.

As Ben was walking home, he stopped to see a girl his age staring up at her house with a smile on her face. Her parents were working to carry in all of their things, trying to avoid the girl that was in their way, but not asking her to move aside.

"HI!" she saw Ben and skipped over, waving and smiling. "I just moved in. Isn't my house pretty? It's the prettiest house ever!"

"It's alright," Ben replied. "I live next door. I'm Ben."

"Nice to meet you, Ben." the girl did a little curtsy. "I'm Lilly. I bet you and I are going to be great friends."

Ben stared at her, and there was just something about her eyes...

"Ben! Lunch time!" Lisa's voice echoed through the open window, and Ben shook his head.

"Sorry, that's my mom. I gotta go."

"Tomorrow you can come over and see my room. I have a princess bedroom. See you then!" With that, she skipped away, leaving Ben to shake his head, then turn to run for home.

There was a monster under Ben's bed.

It moved in sometime just after Ben had been kidnapped by the Changeling. But he didn't tell his mom because he knew that she was get scared. The Changeling had really scared his mom, and he wouldn't let her know there was a monster living under his bed.

Instead, Ben sat on his bed, a tennis racket in one hand, a flashlight in the other, and he wore a helmet. It was Friday night, and Ben was hunting.

There was a bag of Cheeto's at the end of his bed. Ben was waiting for the monster to come out and get the bag of cheese curls, and then BAM! Smack that monster's head open with the tennis racket.

Of course, it was way past Ben's bedtime, and eventually he fell asleep. When he woke up, he found out that the tennis racket and helmet were gone, and he was tucked under the covers.

The Cheeto's were gone too. However, there was a note attached to his flashlight.

Ben -

Thanks for the Cheeto's. Now that I'm not hungry, I will go somewhere else.

- Monster

After that day, Ben never saw another monster again.


Muse: Benjamin Braeden
Supernatural

ooc: inspired by this pic

I never had a brother or a sister. For all my life, it's always just been mom and me. Not that I could complain. Hell, mom spoiled me rotten since I was able to smile. As long as I got good grades, never picked a fight, and pretended that I didn't know all those bad words that my friends knew I knew all too well, I could pretty much have whatever I wanted.

Except a sibling. I don't know what it was, but mom never got married. And because of that she never got to have another kid.

I remember asking her about that once. This kid I went to school with, Ryan, told me that since I didn't have a dad, that I was a bastard child. I was ten at that time, so I kicked his fat ass on the schoolyard. Mom wasn't all that happy about it when the principal called, and I told her why I did it.

She took me into her arms and told me that she didn't need anyone else but me. I was her little man, and she wouldn't be able to love anyone else like she did me.

I never asked again after that, but I always wondered what it would be like to have a little brother or sister. Would I have hated them and teased them senseless? Would I have been a good brother and protected them from bullies? I could have had someone to beat at video games, or use as an excuse to still go to play in kid playrooms long after I became too old for that on my own.

I'd like to think I would have been a good brother. And now, well, I guess I'll never know.