action;
[Ben is in the middle of his madness, though, and isn't about to play nice. The moment his arm is grabbed, he does the teen squirmy thing that lets him break free and he pushes at whoever had grabbed him, gun coming up to aim.
His eyes were unfocused and wild, pure terror on his face. Whatever he was seeing, it was real to him]
Not you too, Captain... the bastards got you too...