Smoke billows into the sky above Queens. Firefighters hose down the smoldering remains of what used to be a bodega. Flames lick out of broken windows as they battle the blaze. Ben, clad in his protective gear, advances toward the building. Water sprays from his hose as he works, his movements efficient.
Ben, with his rough features, grits his teeth. A prominent mole sits on his left cheek. Despite his looks, he holds his head high, proud of the job he does. He presses forward. "Come on, you son of a..."
[WHOOSH]
The fire stutters and dies as the team extinguishes the last of the flames. Exhausted but satisfied, Ben and the other firefighters begin packing up their gear.
"Another one bites the dust!" Mike yells.
"Let's hope that's the last one for tonight," Ben responds.
The team piles into the fire truck, heading back to the station. The mood lightens as they share stories and jokes, the camaraderie palpable after facing danger together.
Back at the station, Ben clocks out. He's about to head home when Mike approaches him. "Hey, Ben, a bunch of us are heading to O'Malley's for a few drinks. Wanna come?"
Ben hesitates for a moment. He's not the most socially graceful guy, but the idea of spending the evening with his friends is tempting. "Sure, why not? I could use a cold one."
"Alright!" Mike claps him on the back. "Let's roll!"
They pile into a couple of cars and drive to O'Malley's, a local bar known for its cheap beer and lively atmosphere. The bar is already crowded when they arrive. Laughter and chatter fill the air. The aroma of stale beer hangs in the air. The group finds a table in the corner and orders a round of drinks.
"To another job well done!" Mike raises his glass.
"Hear, hear!" the others respond, clinking their glasses together.
Ben takes a swig of his beer, the cold liquid sliding down his throat. He settles into his seat, enjoying the company of his friends. For a moment, he allows himself to relax, the stress of the job fading away.
The night wears on, and the group gets louder. Stories get retold with embellishments. Jabs fly across the table.
"Hey, Ben, you still flying solo?" Mark asks. "You'd think a hero like you would have dames lining up."
The others chuckle.
"Yeah, Ben," Mike adds, "you gonna let us be the only ones with wedding invites?"
Ben shrugs, taking another sip. "Some of us aren't so lucky in the looks department."
"Looks aren't everything!" Mark says. "It's what's on the inside that counts."
"Easy for you to say, pretty boy," Ben says.
"Alright, alright," Mike interrupts. "No need to get all sensitive on us. Just giving you a hard time."
Then, leaning forward, Mike's eyes light up. "Speaking of luck... check out that babe over there."
A woman sits alone at the bar, dressed in a tight, low-cut dress. She sips a martini.
"Damn," Mark says. "She's out of your league, Ben."
"I bet you 20 bucks he doesn't even try," Mike says.
Ben scoffs. "You're on." A spark of determination ignites within him. He pushes himself to his feet. "Twenty says I can at least say hi."
He walks toward the bar, his heart doing jumping jacks. He straightens his shirt. Here goes nothing, he thinks.
"Hey," Ben says, "Mind if I join you?"
The woman turns, her eyes traveling over his face. A look of distaste crosses her features. "Actually, yeah, I do mind."
Ben's face flushes. "Oh. Okay. Sorry to bother you."
He turns and walks back to the table, the weight of rejection settling on his shoulders.
"Ouch," Mark says. "That was brutal."
"She didn't even give you a chance!" Mike adds.
Ben sits down, grabbing his beer. "It's fine. I'm used to it." He manages a weak smile. "Besides, you guys owe me 20 bucks."
But inside, a familiar ache resonates. The casual dismissal stings more than he lets on. He wonders if he'll ever be seen for anything more than just his face. The booze helps to numb the pain.
He stares into his drink, the amber liquid reflecting the dim lights. He wishes he could meet someone who appreciates him for who he is, not just his surface. It has been years since he last felt the warmth of a woman's embrace. His history of short, failed relationships haunt him. Was I not good enough?, he ponders. Each failed attempt chipped away at his confidence.
The bar buzzes around him, but he feels isolated, adrift in a sea of couples and groups. He yearns for a connection, a partner to share his life with. The longing grows, a knot in his chest, tightening with each passing moment. He'd love to have what his friends have: a wife, a family, a home filled with love and laughter.
Eventually, the group calls it a night. Ben says his goodbyes. The walk to his car is done in a daze.
His apartment is a small, unassuming place. It defies the messy stereotype of a bachelor pad. Everything is in order. The dishes are washed and dried, the floor swept, and the surfaces dusted. Each morning, he dedicates time to maintaining the cleanliness.
He flips on the light. An old, worn photograph hangs on the wall—his parents, smiling brightly. He glances at the picture, a wave of affection washing over him. The couch is also aged, made of thick, brown material. It's a hand-me-down from his parents.
The TV springs to life with a press of a button. He flips through channels. Finding nothing of interest, he pauses as a familiar theme song starts playing. It's Ben 10.
Man, I used to love this, he reflects. The memory of wanting an Omnitrix, like every other kid, returns. The idea of transforming into different aliens, saving the day. He chuckles, thinking of how silly it seemed now.
Hours slide by as he loses himself in the episodes. The adventures of the cartoon Ben fill the room. A distraction from the earlier rejection.
The glow from the screen begins to dim. The late hour forces him to acknowledge the reality of the next day. He has an early shift.
Switching off the TV, he heads to his bedroom. The bed is neatly made. The alarm is set. He slides under the covers, his thoughts drifting back to the bar, the woman, the familiar sting of loneliness.
Maybe someday, he thinks, just before sleep overtakes him.
[ZZZZZ]
Another day goes by. Ben's at the fire station. The aroma of coffee hangs heavy in the air. The guys joke around. The mood is casual. Ben laughs along, pushing aside the memory of the bar.
"Alright, alright, settle down," Captain Johnson says, walking in. "We got inspections this afternoon. Let's make sure everything's shipshape."
The morning shifts into routine. Equipment checks, cleaning, and drills. Ben goes through the motions, finding comfort in the familiar tasks. He appreciates the camaraderie, the shared sense of purpose.
[📟 BEEP BEEP BEEP 📟]
The alarm slices through the air. Everyone freezes, adrenaline pumping.
"Dispatch, this is Station 12. What's the situation?" Captain Johnson says.
A crackly voice answers. "Structure fire. High-rise on Elm Street. Multiple reports of trapped civilians. Proceed with caution."
"Let's go, people!" The Captain barks. "Ben, Mark, you're with me. Gear up!"
The team moves fast. The suits go on, helmets are secured. The truck ROARS to life. They race toward Elm Street. The sirens wail, cutting through the city noise.
As they approach, the sight is daunting. Flames lick at the upper floors of a tall building. Black smoke billows into the sky. People gather on the street, faces etched with fear.
"Alright, listen up!" Captain Johnson yells. "This is a rescue operation. We get those people out. Ben, Mark, we're going in. Let's move!"
Ben grabs his axe, checks his air supply, and follows the Captain. They push through the crowd, heading toward the building's entrance.
The heat hits them as they enter the lobby. The sprinklers rain down, creating a hazy mist.
"We're heading to the elevators," the Captain shouts. "Take the stairs! Let's go!"
They start up the steps, two at a time. The air grows thicker with smoke. The sound of crackling flames fills their ears.
"Floor 10, residential apartments," the Captain says, consulting his radio. "Multiple calls from that floor. That's our priority."
They reach the tenth floor. The hallway is a nightmare. Smoke obscures everything.
"Spread out, check the apartments," the Captain says. "Shout if you find anyone. Let's make sure everyone gets out of here!"
Ben kicks open the nearest door. The room is filled with smoke, barely visible. He drops to his knees, crawling forward.
"Hello! Fire department! Anyone here?"
A weak cough answers him.
He follows the sound. His hand brushes against something small.
"I'm here, I'm here," a tiny voice says.
Ben's fingers close around a small arm. He pulls back, revealing a little girl, maybe six or seven years old. Her face is smudged with soot. Her eyes wide with fear.
"Hey there, sweetie," Ben says, his voice gentle. "You're going to be okay. I'm here to help you."
He scoops her up in his arms, holding her close. She clings to him tightly.
"We're going to get out of here, all right?" he whispers. "Just stick with me."
Ben turns to head back to the hallway, but as he steps forward, the floor shifts under his feet. A section of the floor collapses, revealing a gaping hole filled with flames.
Damn it!
He pulls back, assessing the situation. They are cut off. The stairs are no longer an option. Thinking fast, he knows there is only one way out.
Climb.
He glances at the girl in his arms. The building's exterior stretches twenty stories down. He has no choice.
Ben pulls a rope from his pack, attaching it to his harness. He finds a relatively stable section of the wall near a window.
"Alright, here is the plan: we are going to climb down."
"Climb?" Her voice, already small, trembled even more. "I'm scared, mister."
"I know, sweetie, I know you're scared, but let me tell you a trick I learned a long time ago, that helped me not be scared when I was your age."
"What is it, mister?"
"It's simple, just smile. I learned to smile, no matter how scary it gets. As long as you can smile, everything is going to be alright. I promise. So, why don't you give me a big smile, sweetheart?"
She sniffles, but a small, hesitant smile starts to spread across her soot-streaked face for Ben.
"That's it! That's perfect! See? Already feeling better, aren't you? Alright, come on, let's do this together. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."
He adjusts her so she's firmly secured against his chest. He tests the rope, making sure it's secure.
"Ready?" he asks.
She nods, her small body trembling.
Ben starts to descend, carefully lowering himself down the side of the building.
Below, the rest of the team spots them.
"Ben's got a kid!" Mark shouts. "He's climbing down the side!"
Captain Johnson barks orders. "Get the crash pad ready! Now! Get it right under them!"
On the ground, the team races to position the pad. Every second counts.
Ben moves slowly, deliberately. The heat is intense. The smoke is thick, making it hard to see. He feels the rope start to rub. The outside is burning.
Then, a [BOOM].
The explosion rocks the building. Ben loses his grip. The burned rope SNAPS.
He and the girl PLUMMET.
Instinct takes over. Ben twists his body, shielding the girl with his own. He closes his eyes, bracing for impact.
They hit the ground hard.
Ben feels a jolt of pain, then nothing. Darkness closes in.
He hears voices, muffled and distant.
"Ben! Ben, stay with us!"
He feels hands on his chest, pressing hard. He tries to focus, but his vision blurs. He can see Mark and Captain Johnson, their faces filled with panic.
"Come on, Ben! Breathe! Don't you dare give up on us!"
Ben tries to speak, but no sound comes out. He wants to tell them he's okay, but he feels so tired.
His team continues to work on him, but it is of no use.
At the edge of his vision, a scene unfolds. The little one, no longer trembling, is in the arms of a couple, their faces wet. They envelop her in a tight embrace. The father looks up, catching Ben's eye for a brief moment, his lips moving in a silent "thank you". A warmth spreads through Ben's chest.
That's all that matters, he thinks, a faint smile forming.
Ben's life flashed before his eyes and he thought about his life as a firefighter and medic, the countless lives he saved, and the smiles he brought to people's faces despite his own hardships. Ben thought he lived a good life, although he had some lingering regrets about not finding love, he was happy he at least saved the little girl. Ben's eyes closed.
…
A somber quiet settles over the crowd gathered at the cemetery. Friends, family, and fellow firefighters stand shoulder-to-shoulder, their faces etched with sadness.
The day of Ben's funeral dawns gray and overcast. A fitting reflection of the mood. The air is heavy, filled with the scent of rain and unspoken grief.
[SOUND of bagpipes]
The haunting melody of bagpipes slices through the silence as Ben's casket, draped in the American flag, is carried to its final resting place.
Captain Johnson stands tall, his jaw tight. He delivers a heartfelt eulogy.
"Ben wasn't just a firefighter," he begins, his voice thick with emotion. "He was the heart and soul of our team. He lived by his motto, 'Make people smile,' and damn if he didn't succeed every single day."
Mike steps forward, his eyes red-rimmed.
"I knew Ben since we were kids," he says, his voice cracking. "He was always the first one to lend a hand, the first one to crack a joke, even when things were at their worst. He deserved so much more than this."
Mark shakes his head, unable to speak. He raises a glass of O'Malley's finest in a silent toast.
Ben's team shares stories, remembering his courage, his kindness, and his infectious laughter. They reminisce about the countless lives he saved, the countless smiles he brought to people's faces.
[SOUND of sniffles]
Tears stream down faces as the reality of their loss sinks in. Ben is gone. A void is left in their lives that can never be filled.
As the service ends, each person steps forward to pay their final respects. They place flowers on the casket, whisper a prayer, or simply stand in silent contemplation.
The sun breaks through the clouds, casting a golden on the scene. Ben's team looks to the sky and thinks.
Rest in peace, Ben, they think. You were a true hero. You will never be forgotten.
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