Hey guys, first Generator Rex fanfiction! I've had many ideas swirling around in my head so I guess I'm off my semi-hiatus!

Now this will contain many ocs and pairings. These will include(but are not limited to): RexOC, NoahOC, past HolidayOC, past SixOC, OCOC, onesided Brex, Holix, onesided BoboOC. Hope you enjoy!

She awoke in what appeared to be an eggshell. It was a rounded chamber, warm and white. Small red lights lined her body. They didn't provide much light but there wasn't much to see. There was enough room for her to be lying down completely but no more. Was she strapped down?

No, she could lift her arm. She placed her hand on the wall of her chamber. It was warm and began to buzz. She set her arm back but the buzzing continued. Foreign babble began to pour in to her ears, the entire chamber suddenly light up with blinding lights.

She cried out as all the sudden changes shocked her senses. Her eyes were on fire, the noises were drilling into her head. She began to slap her palms on the top of the shell, in hopes it would stop.

"Do not move. Remain where you are." A dead voice echoed in the chamber. The mindless babble suddenly made sense to her. She continued to beat her prison walls though. If she could break out, maybe the man behind the voice would help her.

"Do not move. If you do not cooperate we will be required to use force." The emotionless voice told her. Force? Why would they have to use force? She certainly wouldn't harm anybody. Sirens pierced her ears as the bright lights were suddenly shut down again. But this time the shell cracked open and real light came pouring down on to her face.

"Ah!" She quickly moved her arm to shield her eyes. Her eyes adjusted and she saw she was in an even bigger eggshell, only this one had windows. Behind those windows were strange men taking notes and a smaller man in the shadows who was speaking into a microphone. She slowly swung her legs around and tested them on the icy floor. She began to walk, like a baby deer slowly stumbling and shaking. She managed to get her way other to the window and placed her hand on it.

The men burst into panic. They scattered all over the room each trying to get as far away from the glass as possible. Except for the shadowed man. His face was partially in the light now, revealing a challenging smile. He laced his fingers beneath his chin and cocked his head at her expectantly.

"Try it." He whispered at her. She blinked in shock. How had he known she was thinking about breaking the glass? She hesitated and moved her hand away.

Should she try?

He looked rather annoyed with her now. He put down his hands and gave his head a disappointed shake.

"Not another failure." He hissed. More to himself then at the girl, but she still felt hurt.

She was not a failure! She could break through that glass easily! She slapped her hand back onto the glass, with much more vigor and force this time. The glass spider-webbed around her fingers. She felt heat coursing through her body it began to fill her and suddenly shot into her hand.

There was a quick flash. Almost in slow motion the entire glass window and all the other windows surrounding the room began to shatter. Shards of glass flew in all directions. She felt a rush. IT was an intensely good feeling. No not good…

Powerful.

The man ducked beneath the desk as glass began to fly at him. High on the power she began to run, she leaped over the desks and began to race through the corridors of this strange building.

"Stop where you are!" A voice called behind her. This wasn't a dead voice though; it was filled with passion, honor and even a little fear. She of course didn't stop. "Fire!" He yelled back. She heard sudden loud cracks and ducked down. Bullets soared past her head, she turned back to see the small group of men reloading their guns. She slowly walked over to them. The young man that she came closest to nearly dropped his gun.

"A-are you coming q-quietly?" He asked. She shrugged; she had walked over there without making a sound. She placed her hand on to his chest. She began to think about the glass. Her hand began to glow of soft pink and his chest began to glow as well.

This time the flash was much bigger, and everything that was in her way was now gone.

The men, the guns, the walls. She looked out at the dense jungle that lay before her. It was a long drop to the forest floor. She decided to take the jump.

The second her feet hit the cool earth sirens began to scream again. She took off running into the jungle, the humid air filled her lungs and adrenaline coursed through her body.

"Dr. Faison, the subject has escaped." A young out of breath doctor said. Dr. Faison still sat in the room covered in glass; his arms crossed and let out a dry chuckle.

"What is the body count?" He asked not moving from his position.

"About five guards for sure, we haven't done a complete check of the entire headquarters. Nearly the entire northwest wing was blown away. Dr, how the hell are we going to fix this?" He asked leaning against the door frame. Dr. Faison turned towards him, his eyebrow raised.

"Fix what Salte? Everything has been going wonderfully." Salte was in shock he began to sputter. How on earth was a death count things going wonderfully?

"She's the most success project yet. She's perfect. Call off the search party Salte."

"But…we're fifty miles from any form of civilization. She won't be able to survive-"

"Don't you see Salte, that's the test? If she can make it out of that jungle, then there won't be a need for anymore projects. No more begging for funding, no more worries. We'll finally have what we want." He was nearly giddy by now. Salke was a bit disturbed by the Cheshire Cat grin growing on his superiors' face.

"If she makes it to civilization…" Salte felt a shudder go through his body. What on earth was Dr. Faison thinking? She was a weapon, a monstrous being. She killed five people with barely any effort at all.

"Try not to think about it Salte. Just get started on those repairs to the biotech center." Salte gave a curt nod and turned to around. As he began to walk away he heard Faison call to him. "Oh and Salte?"

"Y-yes sir?"

"If you call that Dr. Holiday, you can kiss your job here good bye."

"Of course not sir. I'd never bring Providence into this." He assured he reached into his back pocket and clicked cancel.

'Sorry Sandra.' He thought to himself. He looked out the window to see the storm brewing. 'Good luck.'

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