Hey! The song you want to listen to for this chapter is 'Naturally' by Selena Gomez! It goes nicely with this chapter. That's about it…I believe. G'bye. OH YEAH! The disclaimer; I don't own Generator Rex or any of its characters, only Izzy and any other OC's. NOW bye!

*Izzy's POV*

I sat at the 'checkup' table, not able to lie down properly due to my wings. I watched as Dr. Holiday walked around the room, searching drawers for her tools. I sighed, running my hand through my dark black and purple hair.

"Hey, Holiday—" Dr. Holiday turned to me, glaring at me.

"Doctor." She insisted, shoving a thermometer in my mouth. I gingerly tugged it out and pouted cutely.

"Hey, Doctor Holiday, who is this guy I'm supposed to meet today? And why on my fifteenth birthday?" I asked and Dr. Holiday walked behind me.

"Stretch 'em." Dr. Holiday ordered and grabbed onto my jet black wing and forcing me to out stretch it. She looked at them and stuck a needle into my wing and got a sample of my blood. I hissed and tried to shake her off.

"Stop…" I groaned, frowning. She took off one of my secondary feather and I growled at her.

"Well, your meeting another one of my patients; Rex. He's an EVO like you. That's why it's so important." Holiday said and instantly a smile lit up my face.

"Really, for real? You promise you aren't lying?" Then I quickly added, "Is he cute?" Holiday sighed and took my temperature and did doctor—like stuff.

"I'm not lying, and yes, for real. Happy Birthday by the way." She said, being totally serious and ignoring the 'Is he cute question'. I sighed.

"Jeez Doc, why you gotta be so…serious? Why so serious?" I quoted The Joker and she sighed.

"Rex is going to be here soon; their transferring him from the Providence main base to this one." She said, "Get ready, put on your battle clothes and decided whether you want to show your wings or not." She left with that and I stalked off to my 'broom closet' of a room. I fell on my bed, lying on my side and fell into a silent sleep.

See I am an EVO. My nanites seem to harmonize in my back and my hands instead of anywhere else. That's one reason I have wings, and happen to be able to cure EVO's, even slightly. I can't cure them completely but I am able to get their almost-normal-human selves back.

My family life was strange. My father had found I was an EVO when I started growing my wings, and after years of physical abuse only he would really know, so he threw me in a dumpster and forgot about me. He never cared but for some reason I had been invited to a baby shower two years ago for my mother when I was thirteen, eight years after my father abandoned me. Of course I didn't attend. I was no longer family; Providence let me change my name which had once been Isabella into Izzy, no last name or anything. And according to the government I was legally dead. Funny how that works, eh? So if I was still Isabella Williams then today would have been my birthday and I would have a younger sister named Delilah.

How stupid.

I woke to the usual sounds: Crashes, bangs, clocks ticking, and the loud rumbling of a jet. My walls were a little thin, I suppose. I sat up, sitting with my knees to my chest and I unfurled my wings, sighing. I walked over to my dresser and lazily tugged out a white dress shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans with an electric design and I tugged on my pants and shirt then I looked at myself in the mirror.

Something was missing. I dug into my drawers and pulled out a black tie and tore the middle off my shirt, leaving a midriff. I smiled and dug my hands into my pockets and walked out of the room, pulling on an army jacket. I was walking through the hall and suddenly I was stopped, hitting something hard yet soft with a large amount of force.

"Ouch!"

"You aren't going out like that."

"Eh…?" I looked up, holding my nose to see—oh but who else?—Six. I looked at him, pouting.

"Why the hell not? It's my birthday." I demanded, putting my hands on my hips. Six gestured toward my belly-button piercing and the cuffs on my slightly pointed ears and I looked at him slightly surprised.

"Providence isn't giving you housing so you can get piercings, and take off those cuffs. Not even on your birthday." He insisted and I edged away from him.

"I can't exactly just take them off!"

"You can on the belly-button one."

O.O "But I don't wanna. It'll still hurt."

Six sighed and rubbed his temples and glared at me. "Just go change your shirt." He ordered and I gave him a mock solider salute and walked off towards my room.

I came back in a pair of black khaki's folded at the ankle and a dark red midriff shirt with slits in the back that did a stair pattern and over that (Six forced me to) I had a black hoodie with slits in the back for my wings. I stretched my wings through the slits and looked at Six for approval and he nodded.

"Is this okay with you? Hmm…?" I asked, slightly snidely.

"Yes."

"Where are we going any way?"

"Providence main base."

"Yay! I haven't been to the petting zoo in forever!" I said excitedly and Six looked at me, a disapproving look upon his features.

"You won't be there to play." He said and I grunted.

"You won't." I said with a chuckle and we made our way with haste to the dining room and I found there were already people there. I tucked my wings in my jacket and looked over the guests. A tan boy with goggles and slicked back black hair and warm brown eyes, and then there was Holiday. I looked with cautious interest.

I walked as soon as I noticed Six had taken his seat and I stumbled towards an empty in between Holiday and the brown eyed boy. A blush snaked to my cheeks and I frowned; why was I blushing.

"Hi, I'm Rex." Rex said as I turned around in my chair to look at him. My violet eyes widened slightly but I took his hand as he stuck it out to shake. Obviously he was more eager to meet me then I was to meet him.

"Izzy." I mumbled turning away from him. I looked down, at our laced hands and felt a small jolt run from my heart to my hand and our hands flashed a bright blue and I stole my hand away, cursing.

"What was that?" Rex mumbled, seeming excited to see this.

"I dunno." I said, examining Rex's hand and then my own.

"Ahem," Holiday coughed to get our attention, "Good to see we have all gotten to know each other." Rex and I blushed and suddenly a monkey popped out from underneath the table.

"Nice going, Chief. You got's yourself a girlfriend!"The monkey shouted and I looked at Rex, a confused expression on my face.

"Uh…who's the monkey?"

"That's my friend, Bobo." I was about to burst out laughing but Six put a hand over my mouth, giving me a disapproving look.

"Fine, fine. Where's dinner then?" I asked, my stomach growling slightly.

"All the guests have still not arrived." Holiday said, grabbing a drink off the table and sipping quaintly.

"Who else's coming?" Rex asked and my heart thudded in my chest.

"You didn't."

"Isabella, It's your birthday they wanted to see you." Six said and I growled loudly, bolting up from my seat and spilling a whole pitcher of Ice cold water.

"Don't call me that!" I shouted, and unfurled my wings, about ready to bolt before I felt Six and Holiday restraining me and binding me to my seat with ropes they had hidden under the table. I screamed in anger and fumed from my seat. Rex watched, looking utterly surprised.

"They're the ones who gave me up! Why in the fuck would they taunt me like this by showing up to a day I mourn on?" I yelled, struggling against the ropes. Rex touched my wings and I glared at him.

"What are you doing?" I ground out, and Rex looked up at me, alarmed.

"Nothing, just…looking." He said awkwardly and I looked sideways at him and sighed. Suddenly the sound of the door opening with a loud creak made my head spin a flash to the noise and I growled.

"Hello…?"

TO BE CONTINUED…!