Chapter One
Disclaimer; Sadly I do not own Generator Rex, if I did I would be considerably awesome.
Rex was slammed into a metal wall, earning a pained grown from the teenager. He fell to his feet, quickly dodging an attack from a very gooey EVO. It's purple shaded goo-skin stretched out like a whip, trying to catch the older teen. He smirked, his arms generating into large metal fists. He tried to punch it, finding his metal knuckles getting stuck in the glue like body. He growled, pulling back.
"Rex," Six's slightly alarmed voice came through his communicator. "It's Van Kleiss, he's heading for you. Holiday says you have to fall back."
"I've kicked his egotistical butt once, I can do it again" the teen boasted proudly, dodging another of the monsters attacks. He skidded against the asphalt, generating one arm into his blaster cannon. Asphalt blasted straight through the monster, it's goo exploding everywhere.
"I'm serious Rex," Holiday said. "Your nanites are fluctuating so much you might just lose your abilities, and that would be like giving Van Kleiss a bone."
"How doc? My abilities haven't stopped working at all today" the boy held the communicator in his ear with his gloved index finger, looking around the almost destroyed city. Just another fine day working for providence.
"Rex, this is an order; GO HOME" Holiday's voice blasted in his ear drum. He winced slightly, sighing as he began walking towards the white providence aircraft carrier.
"Fine, fine. I give, just don't yell anymore" he whined.
"Not so fast, Rex" a familiar booming voice echoed.
The teen turned around, noting the famous black robed Xigbar cosplay reject himself; Van Kleiss. Rex smirked, forming metal propellers on his back he flew up to the mans level.
"Get out of there!" Holiday hissed.
"So Rex, care to join me in a little game of cat and mouse?" The villain grinned.
"Oh there won't be much playing; just don't go home crying to Breech once I'm through with you!"
The older man scowled, holding out his hands as his favourite EVO, the one shaped like a robotic wolf, stepped forwards. Rex laughed, taking the first turn and propelling himself forward. The wolf EVO simply laughed.
The boy pressed forewords, suddenly feeling his energy deplete entirely for a second. Losing control, he came falling down. He tried to generate something, anything, but none of his nanites seemed to be working.
"Help! Houston we have a problem!" He cried out as his body fell hard against the asphalt.
Pain ached all over his body, filling him up and swaying him back and forth. He thought he was going to be sick. The teen could only register the darkness of unconsciousness, his mind lingering around in search of something other than black. Blinking, his eyes focused. Blinding florescent lights burned his retinas, the teen groaned, rolling onto his side. Pain dashed up his spine, tingling his nerves.
"Holiday, what happened?" He managed to say.
"Oh no, this isn't your precious doctor," a smooth voice rolled over the tiny space. Rex looked around, meeting only white, not a single window in sight.
"Van Kleiss! Where have you taken me?!" Rex growled, pulling against his silver restraints.
"I've been studying lately Rex, I've been watching you."
"Again you give the vaguest answer I've ever heard and managed to sound like a stalker while doing it" Rex attempted to cross his arms, his chains were too short.
"My dear boy, I don't think it's in your place to be speaking so poorly of your captor. I'm going to leave you to your precious little thoughts. I'm going to break you, Rex. And you are going to suffer every bit of it" the villainous man laughed.
"I doubt it, providence will come soon enough and get me out. Then I'll kick your butt!"
"I doubt they can, Rex. They'll never be able to reach you from where you are."
"Don't think so little of Providence! When they find you they will end you!"
"Isn't that from a movie?" The villain laughed even harder. "Out of new retorts already? Well, Rex, have a good time closed up on your own. Soon you will be weeping for any type of human contact, even my own."
"All your contact does is make children cry" the teen smirked.
"Just you wait, child. Just you wait."
Then something beeped, his microphone now dead. The teen frowned, pulling his legs he tried to break free. His strength felt limited, muscles aching and burning.
Looking around he only noticed white. White brick walls with little grooves through them, the floor white tile with its own lines this time symmetrically placed. No windows. No decorative pieces besides the silver shackles on him attached to the white bed post. His sheets, the metal frame, all white. He growled in frustration, pushing himself to try and pry the chains apart. It wasn't possible.
He rolled halfway onto his side, staring at a white wall, trying to move tired legs. Seemed they were shackled too, tied together by conjoined shackles and chains wrapped up his legs. All he could do was stay in bed, and maybe pray. And if he couldn't move, he wouldn't be able to save himself. Maybe Providence wouldn't be able to find him, he wouldn't be able to leave. Trapped with Van Kleiss as company. That villain would do whatever he pleased with him, cut open Rex's body and drain his nanites. Or even better yet, Van Kleiss would rip him limb from limb, slow and painful. Like hell he wouldn't try to escape!
In only a few hours he managed to make both wrists bloody and his legs stinging up and down. He ached all over from twisting around and somehow managed to learn how to spin himself around, almost twisting his arms far enough to the point where they might break. Surprisingly so far he hadn't heard anything else from his arch nemesis, it's just been him and his constant struggles against his chains.
His body relaxed, eyes growing heavy as he decided to let his eyes rest. Waking up some amount of hours later, he only tried to struggle again, finding his body strapped down to the bed. He shivered, finding it creepy that his enemy was creeping on him while he slept. He looked up, finding his wrists were also bandaged in white wraps. Even better, the teen cringed at the mental image of Kleiss giving him actual humane treatment. Ick, creepy. The teen stared up at the white ceiling, feeling a little too tired to struggle right now. Maybe later.