He fell to the ground convulsing from the venom that was pulsing through his body. It was in his own apartment. Attacked in his own apartment. But there he was, dying. As he laid on the floor, shaking and groaning, another man stood over him. The standing man had pale blue skin, which was littered with scars. His sclera was a dark blue and his pupils were a bright blue. Smirking, he crouched beside the dying man, shaking his head.

"Such a pity," he chuckled, almost mockingly, "You should have just told me what you wanted! Maybe we would both be happier now." His smirk fell into a frown as his face slightly contorted into a grimace. "Maybe I should just end it for you now," he raised his hand, which was morphed into a claw, which was coated with blood and an unknown poison, "But why should I help you when you refused to help me?" His victim didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. A few more seconds passed before his body shut down. The evil man continued to crouch for a while longer, glaring at the now dead body dissatisfied. This wouldn't work.

"Sir," he looked up to his partner, a young girl with eyes all over her contorted body, "We should leave soon. The authorities will be arriving soon." He sighed.

"Yes, Heather," he murmured, "I know." He stood up, continuing to stare at the dead man. "You go on," he urged the girl. She opened her mouth to argue, but he stopped her with a wave of his hand, "I'll be with you in a moment. I just need to send a message." She hesitated for a moment, before leaving, turning back one finally time before shutting the door behind her. The man sighed, turning away and looked at the desk his victim was writing at when they broke in. "Let's see what you were trying to hide," he chuckled, remembering the man as he attempted to shove away his paperwork as he was seized.

He turned the papers over, mulling to himself quietly. All of it seemed cryptic. Like a code. He frowned. He didn't have time to crack this...and if he took all the papers, it would give the authorities more clues. As time passed on, he became more aware of his surroundings, listening for any sirens or any sign that someone would come in. Then, as he flipped a file over, his eyes widened.

"There you are..." he smirked as he found it. This wasn't a complete waste of time after all! He quickly shifted through the other pages to ensure that there was nothing left. There wasn't.

"Boss must be insane if he thinks we can wait any longer," a gruff man with arms covered in jagged rocks growled, "Let's just go." His partners looked at him, not reciprocating the annoyance.

"Remington," a woman spoke, almost chillingly, "if you complain one more time, I will personally make sure you suffocate in this alleyway." Remington puffed his chest and threatening walked over to her.

"Well, Skyler, you'll have to do that before I crush your skull-"

"You will do no such thing," Heather hissed. Skyler and Remington stopped arguing but continued to glare at each other. "If either of you say another word that even has a hint of a threat, I swear-"

"Now, now, Heather," the group turned to look as they heard their leader leaving the building, "I do admit, I was taking my sweet time!" The group turned steadily toward their boss, Skyler and Remington looking at the ground as to a scolding from their boss. Heather looked at the files underneath his arm.

"Did you find something," she whispered. He smirked as he held the files in front of himself.

"Not exactly what I was looking for," he chuckled, "but it'll help us with our goal!" Remington looked up.

"We're going to-?"

"Not yet," his boss shock his head, "I only got a couple of names. But we'll be getting there." He looked at the files again. The company looked at each other as the time passed. Heather was the first to step up.

"We're lucky no one has found his body yet. We need to leave sir!" Heather urged him to move, but he stayed planted, a disturbing smirk spread across his face.

"Aren't we beautiful?" He purred, "They call us monsters, but look at us!" He pointed at his partners. "All our 'deformities' are what make us beautiful!" The company didn't say anything. Suddenly, sirens howled in the distance. The man was pulled out of his wonderment and chuckled, "I guess that's our signal."

As the murderers piled into the manhole cover in the alley, Heather stopped as she and her boss were alone.

"Sir," she whispered, "Did you find what you were looking for? The one the lost?" He sighed, almost dramatically.

"Sadly, no. I suppose they live to see another day." Heather eyed the files.

"Then who is-?"

"Rex Salazar."

AN: Yeah, do any of you remember that one show on Cartoon Network called 'Generator Rex?' For a while, I didn't. Then I realized, "oh, hey, that show existed!" and got to thinking about it. Then I created this little story.

At first, I was content on letting it swim around my head. Then, like most of my stories, it got convoluted, fast. So, I decided not to let it die. So, I'm going to try and actually write a fanfiction! Wow!
Let's see how long this will last...

Let me know if you enjoyed the story! Also, (more importantly, imo) let me know what I can improve upon! This chapter is pretty short compared to how much I usually write, so please forgive that! Hopefully, the next chapter will be much longer and have much more information (as well as introducing the main characters)!

If you're interested in these characters designs, PM me and I'll send you their designs! I don't have their designs drawn out, so it may take a bit...

Thank you for reading! Hopefully they'll be another chapter soon!