Chapter One: Amnesia
He woke up, cold sweat pouring down his face, like he had just woken from a nightmare. He sucked in a deep breath as he launched up into a sitting position. Looking down he wildly tore at the tubes sticking into his and the pads on his forehead. His feet hit the cold white tile, about to run when he realized a terrifying fact. He didn't know where he was. He had just been operating on instinct. He sat back down on the barred hospital bed he had just leaped from and searched his mind for his last memory…which didn't exist. This was it-waking up and nothing else. He didn't know where he was. He couldn't remember who he was. Did he even have a name? He shook his head and probed the room with his eyes. Nothing was familiar. There were slick white walls and a tiled white floor, and a blindingly bright light shown over head of him. Aside from him and the bed, nothing was in the confining room .Sweat trickled down his neck as unease pricked his heart. He felt hot and cold at the same time. His chest started to pound, but he slowed his breathing. No one just forgot everything. Maybe he was just in shock. That was a good theory.
He stood up again, spotting a door. There was only one way out, and this place didn't have any answers. His feet hit the floor and he was again jolted by the chilly coldness that was the floor. He took a step forward, accidentally disconnecting a tube from some black machine that started beeping incessantly. A red light he hadn't noticed before lit up on the wall, bathing the room in red, and an even louder alarm began blaring. He clapped his hands to his ears. This was louder than anything he could ever remember hearing.
"Oh, right." He thought bitterly.
He was only a few feet from the door when it slid open revealing a man dressed in a green suit and a black tie. He had on green tinted shades and he looked to be in his mid thirties.
"Rex, I know that you just recovered, and that that was a serious battle, but you need to rest and-"
"Whoa," said the boy, backing away from the man in green, thankful that the red alarm had died away into silence, "Rex? Battle? Listen, guy, I don't even know who you are. But you sound like you know me." The teenager said, cocking his head suspiciously.
The man in green raised his eye brows, his seemingly perpetual frown somehow digging deeper into his face.
"Rex? What is my name?" he asked simply.
"How am I supposed to know?" the Hispanic teen asked defensively, and then quietly said, "I don't even know my name."
"Your name is Rex. This has happened to you before." Then man said, grabbing Rex's arm. Rex squirmed, surprised by the sudden touch.
"Let me go! I don't even know who you are!" he yelled, tugging at his arm. But this man in green had a strong grip.
"My name is Six. Stop squirming. We need to get you to Doctor Holiday." Six said, already turning another white hall way.
Rex gave up, unable to pry away the man's hand from his arm, and he made do with just padding after the man.
After maybe three short minutes of going through the endless maze or hallways and corridors, Six and the Hispanic teen were in front of Holiday's office, and Six was pushing his hand against a scanner. The door opened and Rex was dragged inside.
He saw a young woman in a long lab coat turning to look at them. She had ivy green eyes that were warm and kind and she had a light smile. She had on an orange top and a gray skirt. She was wearing tall black high heel boots and she wore her hair in a cloud like bun.
"Rex!" she said happily walking over to him, "Looks like you're doing well, though I did tell you to stay in bed. You took some pretty nasty hits out there." She said, and then noticed Six's look.
"What's wrong?" Doctor Holiday asked.
"Want to know what's wrong?" the teenager asked with an anxious voice, "Everyone one around here seems to know who I am but me!" he finished, shaking his arm free from Six.
Holiday gasped and a sad look entered her face.
"It happened, didn't it?" she asked. Six nodded solemnly.
"What happened again?" Rex asked, tired of his questions not being answered.
"You lost your memory. The battle must have been quite traumatic, to cause it." Six informed Rex.
Rex shook his head.
"This isn't making any sense!" he said, looking himself over, "I'm like, what? Sixteen? Sixteen year olds don't go out into deadly combat! I shouldn't have even been in a battle!"
Six glanced at Holiday from beneath his shades, and she somehow picked up on it.
"Rex, do you know what you are?" she asked him, looking him straight in the eye with her piercing green ones.
"Mad? Confused? Irritado?" then the teen stopped, "Did I just speak Spanish?" he asked, shocked.
"Rex, you are an EVO." Holiday told him.
Rex gave her a look in which one eye brow was raised, while the other one was flattened down over his eye.
"An EVO?" he asked.
"An EVO is a creature mutated when their nanites activate. It most commonly happens with humans, plants, and animals, but has been known to affect viruses. When most people's nanites activate, they turn into horrible monsters that have no free will and only the impulses of wild animals. Some however, like you, can maintain their humanity. You, however, are different from every other EVO on this planet." Holiday said, reaching out for Rex's shoulder, "You are a cure. You are the only known case that can cure other EVOs. You work for Providence, an agency that was designed to protect what was left of Earth after that Event-when all the nanites were originally released. But I think you would better understand of you read this." Holiday said, reaching for a paperback journal that Six had just recovered from Rex's room.
Rex took the tiny book, and opened it. He flipped through a couple pages, his eyes shifting left and right as he read the words.
"Do you remember anything?" Holiday asked as Rex closed the book, maybe fifteen pages in.
"No. And nothing in here even sounds real. I mean, there is a talking monkey in here. Named Bobo!" Rex said, flipping the pages of the journal as emphasis.
"Someone call my name?" the chimp said, walking casually into the room, throwing a banana onto the floor behind is shoulder. He looked up at Rex and smiled a toothy grin.
"Hey, Chief. Ready for a mission?" the monkey asked, fixing his fez into place.
Rex stared at the monkey.
"He talks." Rex said, his eyes widening.
"Bobo, Rex has lost is memory." Six informed the primate.
Bobo looked at Rex again, and noticed the look of bewilderment on his face.
"Oh." He said, his face falling.
Rex looked at everyone in the room…these people he supposedly knew.
"I'm sorry, guys. I mean, I'm still looking for the hidden camera, you know? I just don't remember any of…all this." He said, gesturing around the room.
"It'll be okay," Holiday said reassuringly, patting his shoulder again, "We'll figure this out. Until then, just read your journal. It may trigger something."
"How can this be okay?" Rex asked, clutching his book, "I don't even really know who you are! I can't even remember a talking monkey!" he said, his hands flying to his head, like he had a horrible headache.
"Calm down, Rex. We will run some tests in the morning, I promise. Until then, I really just need you to get some rest and read your journal."
"Can I talk to my parents?" Rex asked, sounding crest fallen.
Holiday's face broke a little, and she looked uncomfortably at Six.
"Umm, how about your brother?" he asked.
"Okay." Rex said, exhaust suddenly sweeping over him. He started to walk off when he turned back to the group.
"Will somebody show me where my house is?" he asked
"You live here. I'll show you your room." Six said, walking to stand by Rex, and then lead him to his room, Bobo close behind.