César walked up to Rex and pushed Jade back.
"It's not very nice to slap people," he said. Rex just stared.
"My room. Where is it?" she asked.
"Who is this chika?" asked César.
"This is Jade," said Rex. César looked her over. Rex felt his face grow warm. He was looking at what César was looking at. She had some curves and shiny hair. She was flat chested and a hard face. In a way she was attractive.
"What'd you do to her Rex?"
"What!"
"Obviously you did something. A pretty young thing like her can't be that mean! What did my little bad brother do to you?"
"He was being an idiot," she said clutching the Monkey King, "Listen. In this world of EVOs and mad science, couldn't there be more than one reason why you shouldn't touch this doll. It will drive me crazy if it brakes because then I will be tempted and then I will be cursed and so will the world. A plague not easily fixed."
They stared at her for a minute and laughed. She gave an icy cold glare.
"Forget it. You two are incompatible idiots who can't do anything much less help me find my room. Why I am forced to work with buffoons such as you two is beyond me."
She walked off quickly with her bags and the puppet. Wanting a laugh, Rex and his brother followed her. They look from a corner. They see her talking to Holiday. Holiday gives her a map of the area and points her toward Rex's room. Rex quickly walks up to her.
"Go away," she said coldly. But with less of an edge Rex noticed. He saw her eyes were dark. She hadn't slept well in a long time. So maybe she wasn't crazy. Just tired and cranky.
"Follow me," he said. She didn't follow him. She followed the map which made her go the same way as Rex. When she got to her room, Rex got the door. He noticed her room had vaults in it.
"For the many things I need to protect," she said to explain, "I need them all to be separate. Each will hold a different set or item."
She opened one of them and places the Monkey King inside. The other vaults had numerous shelves and were much deeper. Looking at her bags, either she didn't have much to hide, or she didn't have many things herself. She looked at him.
"Leave. I have much to put in here and I don't want you to know the codes you fool."
Rex left quickly. No matter what she said it was cold. Even B.J. was nicer. And she only existed in his dreams. She was dark skinned and had white hair. She looked like a gangster. She would always complain about being bored. And would often times show him her hands. Her hands had Ying-Yang marks on them. But they looked like octagons. And they had tigers on them. She would often make large gestures and put her hands together.
She also was a laugher. She liked to joke about. And she also likes very specific objects. She would often interrupt a good dream he was having or a terrible nightmare. Rex jumped into his bed and drifted to sleep. When he was starting to dream, he saw something he didn't want to see. B.J.
Only if it were fully her. She had her same long white hair that was in a rainbow ponytail. But she was only half there. She was ghostlike. Her eyes were hazy. She was staring at Rex. This scared him. Color came to her eyes. They were brown.
"Hey Rex!" she said running over to him. She clasped his hands. On first touch she was freezing. Then she was very warm, like a child with a fever.
"Hey B.J," he said. He still enjoyed her company. She was the little sibling he never had.
"I want to go home," she said.
"Where's that?" asked Rex. She said that every time. But she didn't exist. She was a figment of his imagination. She showed her hands to him.
"In a mirror reflection I'll be whole and on my way to go home," she said. With that she twirled about, "Can you help me Rex?"
"Uh sure?" Why not? It was a dream. She gripped his hands tightly.
"Okay then. Find my two halves. They are in the world of the awake. There is B, my emotion and J my reason."
"So who's B and J?" he asked. A tear came to her eye.
"I can't remember. It's been so long since I've been whole."
And like that she began to fade. She gave one last look to Rex and then was gone. Rex sat up fully awake.
'Weird dream,' he thought. He would've left it at that, but his head told him that would be a big mistake. He felt that for some reason, now he could do something. But who were B and J? Were they initials?
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