I don't own Generator Rex

Snow was falling on the small streets of some small town. It was falling lightly, landing on every building top and on every ally way. One ally way held a boy, not more than five. The boy had black hair that was tangled with small bits of snow frosting his hair, and then he had his sad, grey eyes. The eyes that held no hope in them.

This boy had a name, but he didn't really remember it. For no one ever cared enough to remember his name, no one thought it was important. So neither did he. He was just the poor boy in the ally ways. The boy that had no family, who barely remembered who his family was. He didn't care though, because since his family didn't think he was important, he didn't think they were important. That went the same for himself.

That was his logic. If people didn't know you, or want you, then who cares what your name was, who your family was, or even who you are. He had nobody. He had nothing. No one wanted to take him in or even just give him a slice of bread. No. He was a nobody, and he figured he always would be.

The boy had to struggle to survive. No matter what season it was. He would try to steal food from gardens but people chased him off with broom sticks or guns. In the summer, the heat was overbearing. That and more kids would come and teased him, taking what little food he found. It always rained in the spring and fall, making him drenched to the bone.

But he had always hated winter more. Might be that there was less food to find. Maybe it was because of the cold winds or snow. Or maybe it was because the sky made him reminded himself of his sadness, that the silence made him lonelier than normal. The boy didn't know why, and he didn't care to know why. He thought that knowing why would only make him more depressed.

This winter though, was much harsher than the few he had been through. It was snowing for a good two weeks now, with little breaks of it. The wind always seemed to find it self into the ally ways. The snow always seemed to be deeper in those ways.

The boy was trying to survive it. He was dumping trashcans and rummaging through the contents. He pulled out plastic bottles, old apple cores and stale bread with mold growing on the sides. The boy sighed and went to another trash can. The other trashcans were just like the others. The boy thought that people saved more food during the winter to conserve money. The boy grew angry and kicked the can as hard as he could. A loud thump came from the can, and a back door opened.

A man from that door had a blue, warm robe wrapped around his body with a pair of slippers on his feet. He glanced around until he saw the boy. The man yelled, "Get boy! Stay away from my trash you piece of worthless crap!" The man threw an empty beer bottle at him, shattering to pieces right above his head. The boy yelped and ran down the ally way. He ran all the way until he reached the street.

He stopped and took deep, shaky breaths. His breaths came out as fog. He stood straight and glanced around the town area. The area wasn't the biggest one in the town, but it was close to it. Buildings surrounded the area along with well known ally ways. Many people came here for the shops here. They had amazing, fancy things in those stores. But they were closed down for the night. A few houses were lit though. The boy didn't know what time it was, or even how to tell time, but he knew it wasn't that late for people to go to bed.

The boy looked around and decided to go looked into a lit window. He waddled up to a window and stood on a fair sized rock. He stood on his tippy toes and looked through the glass. He gazed inside to see a woman rocking in a rocking chair, knitting something. A man was lying on a couch reading a story to his son. A dog slept in front of a very warm looking fire place. Tears formed in the boys eyes and he decided to look away.

He jumped off of the rock and went into an ally way. He walked to one and saw his little cardboard box that he uses as a sleeping mat and a thin piece of cloth that he uses as a blanket. He shivered and sat on his little mat. He wrapped the cloth around his arms and sat against the brick building. A cold breeze blew into his ally and penetrated his blanket. His shiver reminded him of that fire place he saw in that home. He remembered that it looked warm and nice.

Tears began to swell into his eyes once more. He brought his knees to his chest and laid his head on them. How come that boy gets to stay in a nice warm home?, the boy thought to himself. How come he gets to eat fresh, hot meals? How come he has clean clothes? How come he has people who cares what his name is and who he is? The boy's tears fell down his chin on to his tattered pants.

The boy sobbed some more, "How come I don't have a home, or hot meals, or clean clothes?...How come no one loves me?" He sobbed and sobbed. He kept sobbing even when a man was now standing in front of him.

The boy didn't notice him, not until he felt him body becoming warmer. He lifted his head to see that a large, warm brown coat was surrounding his body. He looked up to see a man kneeling in front of him, smiling. The boy's body began to shake. Not because of coldness, but because of he was slightly scared what the man would do. No one ever approached the boy before, not unless they were trying to harm him. The man saw this and spoke softly, "It's ok little one, I'm not going to hurt you." The boy lifted his head to meet the man's face.

The man had light brown eyes and dark blonde hair with a few grey hairs. His face showed no expression of hatred or anything that resembled harm. A scarf was wrapped around his neck. The boy stopped shivering and leaned into the warmth of the coat. The man's smile was soft, like a smile you would see on a father smiling at his son.

The man took something wrapped in white paper out of his pocket and handed it to the boy. The boy stared at the object them back at the man. The man nodded, "its ok, its food." The boy slowly took the object and unwrapped it to see its contents. Inside it was a warm pastry. He looked back at the man and the man nodded in assurance, "Go ahead. I know you're hungry." The boy took a large bite. The inside was a grape jelly. The boy swallowed it then took another bite. It was his first sweet he ever had, and he liked it. The man smiled more to his hunger. He finished it in less than a minute.

The man chuckled, "You were hungry, weren't you?" The boy slowly nodded. The man's face grew a bit serious, "Where are your parents?" The boy looked down and shook his head slowly, "I don't have any." The man was in deep thought. He then raised the boy's face to meet his, "Do you want to come home with me, to my dojo. I was looking for someone else to teach. I can give you a nice, warm room, three hot meals a day, and fresh clothes." The boy looked astonished.

No one ever done that before, the boy thought. The boy smiled and nodded, "Ok." The man smiled and ruffled the boy's hair. "I'm glad. I don't know why any one would want to give you up; you seem like a pretty nice kid." The man picked up his jacket and places it on himself. Then he picked the boy up and slid him underneath his jacket. "By the way little one, what's your name?"

The boy looked down. "I don't remember my name." The man thought long and hard, I already have four students. Each of them as deadly as the other. Each with numeric names. He could be my sixth. The man smiled, "I was trying to find a sixth, deadliest man..er, boy, and that's going to be you. So, do you want Six as a name? Every one will know who you are."

The boy thought to himself, Six. The boy smiled and nodded, "Ok! I'm Six!" The man laughed and started to walk. The boy looked at him, "What's your name?" The man smiled, "I'm One, Six my boy."

When Six said he was homeless I kinda thought how One found him. Hehe. I loved that episode, so full of Six!

OK, my brother convinced me to write more on this. So I will.