Generator Rex belongs to Man Of Action. I'm just using the characters as a means to my own perverted and twisted end xD I only own the plot and the minor OCs that will be making an appearance.
Excluding the pretty much standard threat to public safety, my general state of well-being, and on more than one occasion, all life as we know it, high level Evo attacks are surprisingly
For one, I have no problems with horror movies. Mostly. After years of beating in faces better suited for a potato sack and a nicely aimed shotgun, monsters on the big screen begin looking about as terrifying as muppets of the red and furry variety.
Then there's the matter of bragging rights. Like, it doesn't even matter if I'm not as awesome in one thing as I am in everything else. Because you see, the fact remains that, hey, I just handed that 30 ft flying EVO his butt
yesterday. Did you see it? With my footprint in it? Can you do that? No? I thought so.
So what if I mistakenly miss a few baskets when I'm shooting hoops with Noah? Or if I can't make heads or tails of the text books Dr. Holiday and Six insist
I should be reading? I'm the one with a black belt in taking down the baddies Providence can't handle.
I've noticed too, but only recently, that occasionally there would be this
something that would hover over my conscious from the moment I woke up, like a rain cloud ready to shower on my proverbial parade. Whenever it was there, casting a shadow over the peace of the morning, I just knew some EVO hot-shot was going to attack and make my day go bad. And by bad, I mean ultimately good, given everything I've said so far about high level EVO attacks. But more-or-less bad for as long as it took to get the situation under wrap. Confusing I know, but I've gotten used to it. Grown to like it in a admittedly fool-hardy round-about sort of way.Anyway
, my Rex senses were tingling the day that everything started. As usual, I noted with a yawn and a stretch that yes, something insane was going to happen and no, I was not going to panic. Satisfied with the decision as much as any half-asleep seventeen year old could be in the motions of waking, I shrugged off the feeling of trepidation looming over me and rolled out of bed. In the end, I knew that no matter what happened later on, I was going to come out on top. That I would save the day. That was that. Final de la historia.
It was this cold hard resolve that was cemented deep beneath skin and bone, a support to every action I made, every decision. It was something so innate and powerful that worry over what most would consider a threat to public safety, or my general well-being, or the fate of the world was tiny, to the point of being non-existent. Unimportant. Short-lived in the very least. Just ask Providence. It was why I was able to sing a song I didn't really know the words to as I dressed for the day. Why I was able to laugh at the disgruntled growl from a chimp not to appreciative of being woken up by my "high-pitched wailing".
No, I wasn't worried about the outcome of whatever was coming that day. Now I wonder if it would've been better if I had been. If I would've for once, exercised the precaution and restraint that seems to come easily to almost everyone else. If I would've taken my foreboding for the sign that it was and done something
to avoid the situation that I got myself into because I just can't give up.
For once, I wish I had.
Rex stretched his arms above his head, face tilted up towards the beaming rays of the sun and purred appreciatively as he felt his back give a satisfying pop. It was hard to keep the smile off his face, what with the taste of salt on the sea breeze teasing through his hair and clothes, the not unpleasant burn of the sun radiating on his exposed skin. Even the discordant call of the seagulls riding through the clouds was wonderful, blending in harmoniously with the steady lull of crashing waves on the shore.
Bobo gave him a sidelong glance and grunted, looking more then a little peeved at the contentment Rex knew he had to be radiating as they walked down the sandy beach.
"It's good'ta know at least one of us is in a good mood" the chimpanzee growled from below, fixing him with glare.
Rex laughed off-handedly. "Don't forget Six. He's practically bursting with joy. Aren't you?"
The brunette grinned over at the man in question, looking quite out of place on the beach wearing his standard crisp green suit and black tie, his perpetual frown etched in the strong features of his face. The older man remained silent, apparently choosing to ignore the duo as he often did.
"Awww, come on Six, let's see that smile" the young Spanish boy cooed. "Don't try to hide it"
His teasing immediately gained a response from his hired nanny, namely a brow arching over the rim of dark green shades and a slight turn of the head so that he was looking down at Rex's grinning face.
His frown deepened.
"Oh yeah," Bobo snorted with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "He's just burstin' at the seams"
"We have to hurry" Six said, cutting off the comeback the brunette had been ready to make. "The chopper will be arriving to pick us up soon"
Rex groaned at that and slowed down, crossing his arms to his chest in disappointment. His discontentment was however blatantly ignored by both of his companions, neither bothering to look back as he was gradually left behind.
He huffed in indignation. "Um, forgetting
He was ignored again, of course, and the teenager sighed dramatically before jogging to catch up.
"Nice for ya'ta join us, chief " Bobo retorted when Rex was walking beside him again.
"Why are you guys in such a hurry to leave?" he asked.
"Do I really need'ta answer that?" Bobo replied with a grunt, vigorously scratching his behind. Rex smiled in amusement as the monkey brought back another hand to scratch even harder. "Ugh, I think I have sand in my-"
"There are things I'd like to take care of as soon as possible" Six interrupted evenly, giving Bobo a pointed look. The monkey grinned back.
Rex rolled his eyes. Of course Six had work he wanted to finish in the middle of the day
"But why do we have to leave now
? We're on a beach, for crying out loud!" Rex reasoned, throwing his arms out for emphasis. It was like the man wanted
him to sneak out later! "And didn't I just take care of that wannabe Godzilla monster? I think I deserve a break after that"
Agent Six looked in his direction again, seemingly taking in his folded arms and protruding bottom lip. Pouting usually never worked with the older man, but that didn't mean Rex wasn't going to try this time.
"The chopper is already on it's way. You can't expect it to wait for you to finish playing"
The brunette blinked at him. "And I can't because
"Because we gettin' out of here as soon as I see that chopper" his supposed sidekick answered for the agent. "End of story"
Rex looked scandalized. "And since when
do you agree with Six on something like this?"
"Since I almost ended up side order for some overgrown lizard! Now stop complainin' before I make ya"
"Yeah, let's see you-"
"Quiet. The both of you" Six deadpanned. The pair immediately settled down, albeit very reluctantly, and looked away from each other with a grunt. "We're leaving and that's-"
He stopped. Rex and Bobo looked up to him in unison, surprised when he suddenly took off in a sprint. Confused, Rex looked in the direction he had taken off in, mouth opening to call after him. His eyes widened.
Some way off ahead, a lone woman was standing near the shoreline--close enough that the waves were licking her sandals--dressed in layers of clothing that could not be too comfortable in the heat. But the thing that had really caught his attention wasn't the woman herself. No, it was the large misshapen shape crawling from the water toward her. And it didn't look like she was in any hurry to move.
"I got this!" Rex announced, pulling his goggles down over his eyes. He focused on the nanites in his legs as he took off after Six, urging them to generate his hover bike build. There was a blur of orange machinery and sound before he was speeding down the beach to the waves and straight towards the EVO who had risen completely, who was now reaching a gangly arm to--
Six grabbed the civilian and leapt out of the way with her just as Rex went crashing into the grotesque monster.
It gave a piercing cry as it was knocked down, a tentacle curling out and lashing down through the large wave of seawater that splashed up in defense. The brunette easily dodged it, slipping back into his regular form so he could maneuver better, using his legs to spring clear of the limb.
More tentacles appeared, taking form from thick hide and pushing down on the sand beneath the waves to raise up the EVO's body, which Rex could see now, lacked any legs.
So that made it a mutant...octopus. Thing.
"You guys just don't know when to quit, do you?" he asked, thrusting his arms out just as they grew heavier, taking on the form of large mechanical fists. The EVO was fully righted by this time and roared, speckles of saliva and the putrid smell of dead fish flooding over him. Ears ringing and slightly disoriented when it quieted, he almost
didn't dodge the next tentacle that came crashing towards him as gracefully as he would have liked. Almost
"Yeesh, calmáte" he muttered amusedly as he stood to his feet. "I didn't say I wasn't going to let you have a beat down too"
Six reappeared next to him then, armed in both hands with his standard katana. Giving him a sidelong glance, Rex could see that despite the fact that he was also wearing one of his standard expressions as well--he had three in total, he counted--that the agent was definitely in badass mode. Rex smirked.
"Stand back and let the pro handle this" the young agent told him, pulling his goggles back up over his forehead. "Be back in a sec"
With that, he raced forward on his newly generated bike build, missing the look that the older man gave him.
Deciding to change strategy when he saw a number of the creature's tentacles raise from the water in response--eight?--Rex called back the transformation in his legs and allowed himself to land on his feet. Almost waist-deep in the water now, the brunette generated his arm into that of a large mechanical sword. The next few appendages that came shooting towards him were met with the whirring blade, which to his satisfaction, hacked quite nicely through the EVO's thick hide.
The screech that pierced the air tore through his head, but Rex didn't miss a beat, maneuvering through the tangle of flailing appendages until he got close enough that a clawed webbed hand was swiping at him.
Ducking, he commanded his nanites to shift his hands into the giant fists he used when he wanted to get a beating in.
"Here ya go!" he announced, propelling a fist to the underside of the creatures jaw. The force of the hit sent it flying up and back to plummet a little further down into the water. Using his hover bike again to speed through the large splash of seawater soaking him through--he really should have kept his goggles down--Rex then shifted again and pounced on the EVO while it was disoriented, placing the palm of his hand on it's face. He reached out to the EVO's nanites to communicate with them and frowned.
It had been an animal. Go figure.
"Well," Rex said to himself. "I guess a little practice curing animals won't hurt"
With that, the brunette took a breath to focus--because he still
wasn't too sharp with curing animals--and began to deactivate the harmful nanites flowing in the creatures bloodstream. The almost featureless face of the EVO scrunched up sourly as he worked and Rex was pretty sure it was thinking about waking up, then
Then there was a resounding click
in his head and a flash of white light. He had the biggest smile on his face as the EVO's disfigured body shrunk, the many tentacles drew back into an increasingly changing hide, and the once sci-fi looking figure slowly shifted into that of a
"I cured a fish?!
" Rex cried out incredulously. The large fish in question flapped about underneath his hand, giving him a mouthful of seawater before disappearing into the waves in a flash of silver, swimming off. Rex sputtered and wiped vigorously at his tongue, shuddering at the awful salty taste there. All this for a fish
"And it wouldn't even let me fry it" he muttered darkly to himself.
Looking back, he could see Bobo's evil grin and Six's amused half-smile back on shore; Bobo in particular looking like he couldn't wait for him to get within earshot. Deciding on his flight pack this time around to get him back, the brunette shivered when he was lifted into the air by the duct fans. The cool breeze nipped at his wet skin even as his back and shoulders were feeling pretty toasty from the sun--but he still felt good.
Minus the intense desire to go drown the taste in his mouth with sugary junk and the nagging feeling he was just cheated. But still.
"Hey chief," Bobo called, apparently unable to wait for him to land. He was grinning ear-to-ear, canines looking positively fierce. "Next time, try'ta cure a crab or some shrimp or somethin'. And try not'ta let them go this time, will ya?"
Rex landed smoothly beside Six and gave his primate companion an amused smirk as he approached them, still grinning ruthlessly.
"Monkeys don't eat seafood" the brunette told him.
"And monkeys don't talk neither, do they?" was his retort and Rex had to laugh at that.
He had been wringing out his shirt during the exchange, watching the water drain from the soaked fabric to the sand below, when he felt cool fingers brush against his neck. Stopping, the Spanish boy turned his head curiously to see Six turning up his collar, the material having been pasted to his shoulder.
Rex felt his mouth open to speak, but his mind wasn't supplying anything to say. He was sure there was this really awkward moment where his mouth was hanging open as he stared at the other agent--who's hand had flown away from him like it had been burnt--and he didn't say anything.
Six looked away first.
"Wha gwaan, crazeh Rex?"
Rex wasn't very proud of the way he jumped. Or of the sound he made. The woman from before was now standing beside Bobo, watching him with an amused smile. He laughed sheepishly as he turned to face her, hand mussing the hair at the back of his head. And then he realized what she had called him.
So even people he didn't know thought he was crazy. Maybe Bobo was on to something...
"Hey...how's it going?" he asked, debating whether or not he should take offense to the comment on his sanity.
"Betta now dat I'm safe" she answered with a thick Jamaican accent. Her voice was a low baritone that was surprisingly feminine in quality.
Now that there was no immediate threat of a savage EVO ready to rip her to shreds looming over her, the brunette was able to properly observe the civilian that Six had rescued.
Like he had noticed before, the woman was wearing a lot of clothes, mainly an ankle long skirt and a long-sleeve blouse, both of which looked as if they had been pieced together with different materials. Long charcoal dreads were pulled back into a messy ponytail, some of the long pieces even falling about an ageless face. Dark brown eyes, almost onyx in color, glinted back at him with something so profoundly ominous, he had to contain a shudder.
It was Agent Six's deep monotone that snapped him out of the trance the black woman had drawn him. His heart skipped a beat.
"Ma'am, you should probably head back-"
"No, no, a nuh time fa dat" she interrupted breezily, her smile pulling back to reveal wizened darkened teeth. "Yuh ride nuh comin fa a while"
Rex blinked, surprise instantly overcoming his earlier unease, unease that had increased tenfold at the sight of her...interesting dentures. "How did you know--"
"How do I know abou di helicopta come reach fa yu, crazeh Rex?" she asked, obviously amused by the baffled expressions on the faces of the men before her. "Or dat Six ere keep candy innis righ pocke? Or dat di renk monkey ago eat him las cake piece inna fridge dis monin?"
Rex's eyes widened even further. He looked to the slightly taller man beside him, to gauge his reaction to all that the woman in front of them was saying. If Six was as rattled as he was, he didn't look it. The more experienced agent's features remained schooled in the stoic state of indifference that the young brunette was so accustomed to seeing there. That is, until agent Six looked down at a certain EVO chimp with what Rex knew to be a glare, if the tightened frown was anything to go by.
Bobo simply shrugged when he noticed. "What? It was chocolate, yeesh. Cut me some slack, will ya?" he asked unapologetically.
Six looked like he was going to comment, but then the woman was covering the rest of the distance between her and Rex. She couldn't have had any concept of the idea of "personal space" because soon her nose was almost touching his and Rex could count the dark freckles dusting her nose and cheeks if he wanted. He leaned back a little, her proximity making him very uncomfortable,
and tried to speak.
"'I was born wit di gif to See" she answered simply, head cocking to the side as she observed him. Rex wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but he thought he could feel Six stiffen beside him, despite the distance. Rex knew he had. Where was his breathing
"What do you want?" agent Six asked, unperturbed.
The dark skinned woman turned her head to the other agent, kohl lashes lowering and dark teeth flashing in a sweet smile.
"Mi jus wanna help yu an crazeh Rex. Yu save mi from di bad monsta"
"You want to help us?" Rex asked excitedly, forgetting his uneasiness for a moment. There was no doubt in his mind that this woman was a psychic--no one knew about Six's candy but himself and that was because he stole his clothes on more than one occasion. He couldn't think of anything cooler. If she wanted to offer her help, there were a million ways her powers could make him a very happy camper.
The woman straightened a bit, putting a little more distance between their faces--much to his relief--but her dark eyes kept contact with his. "I got some advice fa yu"
"What am I, chopped liver?" Bobo asked aloud, but he was ignored.
"Someting big comin on di way, someting yu two need face togedda" Ms. Psychic began, her face losing some of it's soft easiness. "It gon be hard, an if yu dun get tru yuh problems, it wun be just yu wit di problems"
Rex laughed at that. "Is that it? I don't know when you cleaned your crystal ball last, but there hasn't been anything too hard for me to take care of" The brunette flashed a smug smile to Bobo and then to agent Six before turning his attention back to the psychic and putting a thumb to his chest. "Anything comes my way, I'll handle it, don't worry about it. I mean, really. Providence secret weapon here? Now, you know what would be really helpful advice? See, I've always wanted--"
"Talk an taste yuh tongue, mon" she interjected, looking a little miffed. Probably because of the crystal ball comment. "Yuh nuh ear anyting mi jus say? Wa comin on di way, ain't noting willy nilly or mi wud nuh be ere to tell yu! Di fate of di world is at stake"
The dark-skinned woman pointed a long slender finger to the older man beside him. "Darkers, dis ere fa yuh ears too. Wa yu gon go tru won be nice. A gon be di hardes ting you face fa more reasons den one. An if yu don come righ in di end, it be di end for we. No matta wha, yu mus get tru, understand?"
"...What is it?" Rex asked slowly, uncertainly. He could feel that trepidation from this morning now, easing in on his earlier cheerfulness and making her words sink frighteningly in his head. Making him worried.
The woman was smiling eerily again though, in what he supposed she thought was a comforting matter. It didn't help.
"Dat, I cyaan say. But yu wanna know too why a gotta be yu, am I righ?" her smile broadened at the look of surprise on his face. "Yu gotta listen, mon. I say already a nuh jus yu. Darkers gon be wit yu. Or radder..." The psychic sent Six a meaningful look. The agent's frown deepened. "Evryting depend on him being wit yu"
She brought a heavily decorated hand to Rex's face to cup his cheek and he flinched back in surprise. It was cold.
"Who born to heng cyaan drown, you know. Don worry bout who done tie di rope. When yu get tired, memba dis: We try to tell we head wha a tink, when di head already know what a tink. Be true to wha yu know an nuh wha yu tink yu know. Do dat an evryting be irie"
Her hand fell away from his face and Rex found he couldn't speak. What was he supposed to say to that? If she was right, and she was a freaking psychic,
he and Six were about to deal with a lot more than what their daily regime called for. She said the fate of the freaking world! His head was swirling with questions and other things he wanted to say, but he couldn't say a word.
Bobo spoke first, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled over them.
"Okay, that was fun. Can we go now?"
That seemed to snap Six out of whatever reverie he had been in. The Providence agent stepped closer to Rex and put a warm hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you ma'am, but we need to go. Our ride is here" he said politely. The older man spoke as casually as he usually did, but Rex could hear the almost unnoticeable tinge of unease in the edge of his voice, feel the apprehension in the hand resting against him. He hadn't noticed before, but even the unshakeable Six had been shaken by the whole conversation.
If Rex wasn't worried before, he certainly was now
"I see"' the psychic said amusedly, casting an odd look over them. Her dark eyes settled on Six. "Gweh den. Memba wha I tell yu, understand?"
Rex was sure he tried to manage some kind of response, but he didn't know what. He was probably in a state of shock, but he wasn't thinking about that either. So he just stood there.
"Come on chief, there's a bath callin my name back at the Q" his friend announced impatiently. The monkey gave him a funny look as he passed him. "Are ya comin?"
Rex started at that and nodded absently, more to himself than at Bobo. "Yeah, I'm coming, just give me a second"
The concern he heard in his name wasn't hidden, buried beneath layers of harsh training and inherent indifference, so Rex knew he had to be acting pretty strangely to warrant that from Six . The brunette gave himself a mental shake. Now was not the time to lose it.
"Uhh..." Rex blinked at the smiling face of the psychic as he tried to think of something to say. "Thank you...for the warning...sooo...yeah. Bye..."
After giving her a half-hearted wave, Rex quickly spun around to leave before the awkwardness he was feeling ate him alive. Amongst other things. Like full-scale panic.Still gotta go to my hole and think about all of this,
he reminded himself.
There went his plans for the day.
"Di monkey and crazeh Rex can go. Dere someting yu need to hear, darkers"
The young agent stopped and looked back at Six questioningly. The older man's features looked more hardened than usual, which was definitely saying something, but he wasn't turning her away either, so that was saying something too.
"Go ahead Rex. I'll catch up" he finally said.
Rex looked between him and the psychic before nodding. He would've liked to stay to see what the woman had to tell his ninja nanny alone, but Rex knew that it would be pretty pointless to ask. And then there was the whole deal of really really
wanting to lie down in his bed to take this all in.
"Alright then, see you at the helicopter" Rex told him. He even forgot to mention it had been Six rushing them in the first place, his mind was so screwed up. Rex simply stepped away from the two adults to allow room to generate his flight pack and took off.
It was when he was airborne when Rex first heard the faint whirring of a helicopter's propeller, steadily increasing in volume as it approached. He could see it too, a small speck in the vast expanse of sky steadily growing larger. Rex sighed heavily and headed in its direction.
So high in the air--not high enough that he was touching clouds, but enough so that it wouldn't be a very nice fall--the brunette felt much lighter than he did on the ground and allowed himself to breathe easier.
He had a few moments of peace then, where the sun was a pleasant easy warmth against his cool skin, and he could hear the waves in his head when he closed his eyes, and he didn't think about his chance meeting with a psychic with a warning that shook him out of the comfortable lull his life had settled in.
When he opened his eyes, he half expected to realize he had been dreaming, but his clothes were still more than a little damp from before and he could hear a monkey from behind him complaining about something along the lines of getting to a helicopter faster.
And suddenly, picking up his primate friend and giving him an airborne ride to their destination sounded like a pretty good idea. If only to get his mind off things for a little longer. Bobo's reaction would be too good of a distraction to pass up.
After turning back and swooping low to scoop up a very surprised and disgruntled talking chimpanzee in his arms, he bantered with him until they reached the grounded helicopter. As expected, Bobo was more than a little ticked at his stunt and made all sorts of inventive, terrible promises--some of which were quite impressive.
Despite the good time he was having, laughing and joking at Bobo's expense, Rex's conversation with the psychic peeked through his thoughts from the back of his mind through the entire trip.
So, do you like it? Hate it? This is my first Generator Rex fanfic, so I apologize for any mistakes that I may have made. Psychic lady's dialogue was KILLER to write! Jeez! I hope I did alright with it
I wanted her accent to be thick, but not too much so. She won't be making another appearance (I don't think so, at least) so YEeeeS!
Please review~ If I know people are reading this, I'll update faster
This is a SeX fanfic, that is, Six/Rex, so they will be paired up in the future. The rating may even rise, if I'm feeling particularly bad, heh heh. I hardly read anything lower than an M anyway, so we'll see
Thanks for reading!