Hello, everyone! This is my second fan fiction work. This work will be divided into chapters, with each chapter coming out every week. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Generator Rex. Generator Rex rightfully belongs to Man of Action. I do not intend to promote it. I am only a fan writing a fan fiction about Generator Rex.
Chapter One: The Life of Hate
"I hate you."
Those were the first words that rang inside my mind. I remembered myself, standing in the gray midst of day, my ears searing with pain by those words which escaped the bittersweet pink of my sister's lips.
I was glued onto my chair the whole day, reminiscing about the fresh, youthful days. My sister had graduated from high school, glowing white with victory, diploma clenched tightly between her hands. She was an eighteen-year old then, with a big dream. I remembered myself grinning back widely, in an effort to congratulate her. Then, as I reached out to embrace her, everything drained down a void-a coreless void-since that day. I could have never been more haunted than that.
When I opened my eyes, everything woke-into a spacious, dark, artificial room with a stench so foul-perhaps of metallic objects with a small hint of rust. I blankly stared at the screen in front of me, feeling limited and filthy inside this joint called Providence. Life was an inspection with all those profit-driven men getting their hands on whatever EVO-related specimen that came their way. No one but me seemed to have a genuine heart.
"Am I fated to live this way forever?" I thought, my mocha flesh turning sickly pale-or perhaps wan, maybe.
I slapped my cheeks, wavering back into reality. As soon as I became conscious of my surroundings, I rolled back my chair, abruptly lifting myself, back into work mode. My entire body came to a sudden halt as I noticed a figure clad in green standing right by me.
It was Agent Six, his face as cold and expressionless as usual. He gave me his usual eyebrow twitch and upturned smile. I twitched as well. I coolly collected my thoughts together, and said, "How was your day?"
"As usual. Feeling all right there, Doctor?"
"I just happened to ponder away on the chair." I bit my lip.
"Then I suppose that Rex needs his checkups...and keep yourself in shape, Doctor. You're losing it."
Agent Six twitched his eyebrow once more, then stepped out the room. The nerve. Shooting down those flying EVOs back in the jungle was much easier than trying to hit a conversation with him. Honestly, I didn't even know what I even saw in him. He was beyond unfriendly.
I had completely forgotten that today was Friday. Meatloaf Day. Ever since Rex returned from his escapade, Agent Six, Bobo, Rex, and I had to sit together like a family every Friday. This would allow Rex to feel as if he had a real family. This had been one great step in our observation. Of course, there had always been a downturn-Six complaining about the dry meat, and Bobo throwing his apron down and freely excusing himself after giving Six a good lecture. Ah, good times.
As soon as dinner was over, I found myself in my room, shuffling through my drawers. My arms felt weary and strange as I got hold onto that ancient family photo.
The photo was crisp, filthy, and covered in dust. As I blew off the dust, I witnessed before me a family smiling back from the sienna-toned setting. That was all that was left of my history-a dull, brown photograph sitting beneath a broken frame. My eyes quickly lingered over to my sister, who had my mocha skin, her shoulder-length dark hair complementing the gleam of her hazel eyes. Her lips were as pink and bittersweet as ever. I felt my finger smoothen her cheeks.
"I hate you."