Rex sat there for a moment, trying to put all the pieces together. It was one of those irritating puzzles where no matter which way you move your piece it just didn't quite match up the way you wanted it to. He ran a hand through his hair. The answers were right there. The way he was acting. The tired look in his eyes. He saw it before. But, when?
He stood up from his seat and left the kitchen. He would have to think of what to say before he consulted Holiday.
Six held his head. It was burning. It was going to be hard to fight it. He needed sleep, and he needed it now. But he would not allow himself to fall to that level of vulnerability. When his mind is cleared enough for it to take over. No. He's strong. He will fight. And he will win.
He leaned against the wall with a quivering arm. Sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothes stuck uncomfortably to him. Looking up, he saw the long stretch of hallway that would lead him to the privacy of his room. Out in the open like this, he was sure to be noticed. He began walking to it but his feet felt like they were lead. Forcing him to use a considerable amount of strength to lull himself forward. He heard footsteps off in the distance and two chattering voices. His heart stopped.
Quickly, he launched his body at a door and played with the key pad until it opened. A closet. It would have to do. He ducked inside and closed the door. He paused for a minute to see if he could hear them. At first, it was only his racing heart that pounded in his ears, second a laugh. Two shadows appeared under the doorframe. Threatening his exposure. Every muscle in his body contracted, ready to attack. Ready to kill.
No, he doesn't kill. That was it talking. It wasn't him. He held his head. Whimpering slightly at the pain coming from it. No one could know. He was invulnerable. Nothing could hurt him. He can win this. The door opened and an inhuman growl escaped his throat. He jumped at the two soldiers.
I am strong. I am strong. I am-
Rex knocked on the door. He heard shuffling paper and an annoyed sigh. She was probably in the middle of something important. On the other hand, so was he. There was some metallic clang that told him the door had been unlocked. He opened it, and peered inside. There was paper all over the place and the good doctor was frantically trying to pick it up. He got onto his knees and helped. He looked at one of the papers.
"What's this?" he asked.
Holiday looked and grabbed it from him, scanning her eyes over the words.
"That would be today's shipment of alfalfa for the EVO bunny."
Rex winced, "I hate that thing."
Holiday smiled. She got up and placed the paper on the desk.
"So, what happened?" Rex stood up and placed the papers he had gathered on the desk.
"What do you mean?" She looked at him. He motioned to the papers. "Oh, you scared me when you knocked. I wasn't expecting it."
He mouthed an 'oh.'
"Speaking of scared, did you notice the way Six was behaving?" She raised her eyebrow. That was a no.
"He was shaking and all nervous."
"Are you sure you're talking about Six?" She gave him a friendly smile.
"Yes! Six doesn't get scared, and yet he was acting like the boogey man was after him!"
Holiday lowered her head in thought.
"Did you ask him?"
Rex nodded, "He just got all angry and walked out. I swear, he's so moody."
"Well, why don't you check up on him, and if he's still acting that way come to me?"
He shrugged, "Okay."
Six looked at his hands. They were red. Why were they red? He clenched his fists and felt his fingers stick stubbornly to his palms. Red and sticky. What was red and sticky? Melted loli-pops. No, it was too thick. Blood. Blood is red and sticky. He had blood on his hands. He gagged. That was wrong.
He looked around. There was nothing around him. He was in a closet. When did he go in here, why would he be in a closet with red, sticky, blood on his hands? Was he bleeding? He moved aside the fabric of his suit. There were no wounds. This was someone else's blood. That did it. He coughed and gagged trying to get it off his hands. He needed a shower. He needed to get out of this closet.
