Before The End

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Gen Rex. I am only responsible for anything you don't recognize.

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The birds exploded from the concrete as a boy in a ragged denim jacket ran past them. They didn't really care much; people were always doing that. However, what did interest them was the sack that he was clutching to his chest. He could have a special snack for birdies in there he could! For some reason though, he never slowed his steps. Then, as they settled disgustedly back onto the sidewalk, another set of feet came running. These feet were much larger, and they were wearing some odd, heavy looking boots. Nevertheless, they were definitely catching up to the boy. They were still a little mad that the boy had not offered them anything from his sack; but birds being birds, they lost interest in the pair as soon as an old lady cracked her purse and pulled out a slice of bread.

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Tyson could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer. He pushed himself faster down the icy streets. He did everything that he could think of to loose the large and very dangerous man that was tailing him. As he dove around people and cars, he thought he could totally disappear, but he could still feel the man behind him. In a last ditch effort he ducked into a large bookstore. He ran between the shelves, making sure to turn so that he wouldn't end back in the front. Suddenly a staircase appeared in front of him, and he hurried up it and into another section of the store. He slowed to a walk just incase his hard running steps would sound through the floor to the room below. He walked quickly, but quietly to the back of the room.

This turned out to be the children's area. There were a few kids playing, under the watchful eyes of the attendant, while their parents shopped. With a smile of gratefulness, Tyson stepped behind a nearby child-sized bookshelf. As he sat down, he knew that he would be unseen, and that the attendant would not allow such a threatening man near the kids, and by default, him. He laid his head down and mentally prepared himself for what would happen next.

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A gentle hand shaking his shoulder woke him. He looked up blearily into the kind face of the worker who was watching the children. "I'm sorry, I'm going." Tyson mumbled as he tried to stretch his neck to get the cricks out of it.

"Well, I can't say that that's a bad idea. However, that's not the reason I woke you up. I just wanted to tell you that the guy is gone." The look on Tyson's face made the young man grin. "Am I right? You were hiding from him?" Tyson just continued to look at the man blankly. How did he…?

The guy laughed, but smiled encouragingly. "It was a little obvious when you come in and ducked behind a book case, and then this big guy shows up out of nowhere huffing and puffing enough to blow all our houses down." This brought a round of giggling from all the kids who had been spying on them. Tyson blushed as they burst out in childish laughter. After a moment though, the innocent laughter stirred his memory, and he quickly stood.

"Thanks for all of your help, but I gotta go" and with those words, Tyson hurried out of the bookstore, leaving a group of confused eyes behind him.

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Anyone on the street who bothered to take any notice of the rather ragged teen had nothing to notice. Tyson walked normally, he stopped at the crosswalks, and he even sat on a bench in the park and watched the ducks in the little pond. There was absolutely nothing abnormal about the average, if somewhat grungy teen. They saw him examining the various foods in his bag and thought, 'Probably, he is just doing some grocery shopping for his mom. What a good kid.' Then they dismissed him as just another person in a city teeming with other persons. There was nothing new, and nothing interesting about him.

Tyson glanced around one last time, and finally deciding that there was no chance that he was still being followed, he stood from the icy bench and began to walk away. To anyone looking at him he was still a perfectly normal teen, and just a little antsy to get moving again. Just like Tyson wanted it. There was an art to being totally invisible, and mostly it had to do with simply being absolutely ordinary. Tyson was very very good at acting ordinary.

As he began his walk, Tyson went over the contents of his bag one last time. He had a couple of apples. He had a handful of carrots. He had even managed to snitch a loaf of bread. It was a pretty good haul actually. It would keep him out of here for at least a week, maybe more if they were careful. He rubbed his head and noticed that his hair was starting to get slightly greasy again. He would have to bathe soon, And thinking these thoughts, Tyson walked out of the cold and miserable city.

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More precisely, he walked 3 miles to a library. When he got there, he didn't hesitate to walk up to a dilapidated and slightly rusty bike that had an unreliable looking metal basket perched on the front of it. He set the bag of groceries in the basket, and unlocking his bike, Tyson began to pedal down the side of the interstate. He stayed on the shoulder of the busy road for a little over 15 miles, and then he turned his bike off of the turnpike and into a large suburb. He passed through the various neighborhoods, and after nearly 10 miles of identical housing, he reached the end of the developments. He stopped here for a few moments to get off of his bike and check to make sure that it was the right bit of woods. Then he began to push the bike over the frozen earth.

There was no easy way to estimate how far he had gone into the woods before he got to the stream, but it took him nearly an hour. He had been on the move for nearly 2 hours already as well, and it was starting to get a little dim. Still, no matter how he looked at it, Tyson already knew what he would have to do. So, without stopping to think too hard about it, he pulled his jacket off; his shirt and pants quickly followed this. As he pulled off his last stitches of clothing, he folded them carefully and put them in the basket so that they would not get dirtier than they already were.

Then, without any hesitation, Tyson turned and walked straight into the nearly completely frozen stream, breaking the ice to slip down into the burningly cold water.

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Tyson smoothed the last wrinkle on his jacket. It was nearly dark now, and he still had a way to go. So with a sigh, and a shake of his wet hair, Tyson was walking again.

It was getting darker by the minute, and it was still another three hours before Tyson finally reached the clearing. He smiled with relief even at the rather sad image that the large clearing provided.

Mostly empty, in the far corner, there was a dilapidated shack. It was probably a shed of some sort back when the loggers were going through here, some odd 100 years ago. The only thing remarkable about the little lean-to was that it was still standing at all. Well that, and it just happened to be the place that Tyson called home. It only took 10 minutes to finish the 45-mile trip from the heart of the city to this little place, and then Tyson was pushing aside the rough piece of fabric that was the door in his little house.

He snuck quietly along the dirt floor in the almost empty hut, glancing over to the pile of ratty blankets in one corner. Carefully, he made his way over to a large rock sitting in the opposite corner. He then quietly pulled the large stone away from the wall to reveal a rather deep hole in the ground. Being careful to stack everything so that it would sustain as little damage as possible, Tyson stacked the food inside the hole. Not only would it help the food keep longer away from the open air, but it would also prevent things like foxes and raccoons from scenting their food and attacking their delicate supplies. As he slid the rock back into place, he heard a small sound behind him that made him turn and, for the first time that day, smile a true and genuine smile.

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It was reminiscent of a scene out of one of those corny old movies. Well, there were a few differences of course. Primarily, the two little blonde darlings sitting up on the pallet were far dirtier than any Hollywood starlet would ever dream of being. Their grimy appearance didn't make anything about the picture they made any less adorable. That's just how cute they really were.

With a wicked grin, Tyson leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed. "Hi girls." That's all it took as suddenly two squealing girls ran full force at him. Without hesitation, Tyson leaned down and picked up both twins in one large swoop. They giggled wildly as he spun them around and around in circles. When he finally set them down with a bounce on the pile of blankets that were their bed, both 6 year olds were in fits of laughter, and Tyson was chuckling along with them.

Suddenly, Tyson slammed into a mock serious mood. This caused the two girls to stop laughing, and stand up, but still, they smiled wide smiles. "Sarah, was Emily good today? Did you have to fuss at her?" he said with an imitation no nonsense voice.

"No Sir! Emily was pretty good today, and she didn't get into trouble!" She looked over at her sister who was grinning at her.

Tyson nodded seriously and turned to Emily. "Emily, did Sarah get in trouble today for anything?"

Emily barely glanced over to her sister before she started to speak. "She was a good girl too, but I had to put her in time out one time."

"Why?"

"She wasn't sharing the doll you made us. Good girls share. So she had to go to time out."

"Did she share after her time out?"

"Yup!" the little girl giggled. "We danced together for the fairies today! And she shared the ring with me."

Tyson gave in, reached out, and hugged both of the girls. "I am so glad I can count on you two to take care of each other so well."

The girls acted as one as the each jumped up and planted a kiss against his cheeks. "We love you big brother!" the coursed together. It was something they had probably practiced for a long time just because they knew it would be cute. That was something they would do; but Tyson couldn't help but reach down and rub each of their heads anyway.

"Come on girlies, its late. Time for bed." Ignoring the groans coming from the suddenly not as hyper pair, Tyson pulled off his shoes and crawled into the 'bed.' His sisters soon joined him, and they all snuggled down into the little protection the blankets offered. That is how they fell asleep, snuggled together for warmth.

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The next morning began with a bang, literally. Tyson sprang up at the rumbling and crashing sounds that only seemed to be getting louder. He ran outside and stopped in his tracks; at the other side of his clearing was some kind of colossal monster. That is how Tyson met his first Evo.

AN/: Well, what do you think? This is just the first chapter and there are definitely more coming along if anyone actually thinks that these are worth reading. Lol. So read, review, and criticize me! If you can see that something is really wrong, tell me, it will only make me want to try and do better next time! I can take criticism like the best.

Ok, before I get a bunch of OMG! THIS IS A PLACE FOR GEN Rex FANFICS! THIS ISN'T GENERATOR Rex! DIE! Reviews, I would like to say that Tyson IS someone from the Gen Rex universe. All will become clear in later chapters.