Thuh-Thump. Thuh-thump.

Wait a minute, that wasn't his heartbeat. His body tensed as the glow from his nanites slowly returned to darkness. He could feel warm breath tickling the side of his face and hear the powerful burst of air that came from its owner.

He took a step forward, trying to swallow his fear and face the murderer. His battle instincts were kicking in, shouting at him to run and get away. But, this was Six's room. And Six had to be here somewhere. He could be unconscious, or... He swallowed. He needed to save him.

He heard a cracking sound and froze. The thing behind him shuffled slightly, but it remained still. Breathing hard and growling throatily.

Rex looked down. He let his hand glow with nanites again and he saw under his boot a pair of sunglasses. His emotions ran wild inside of him. He didn't know what to think. His friend was dead, he had to be. Six would never leave his sunglasses just lying around with a creature in his room. He was angry- no he was more then angry- fire was burning the inners of his chest, but it could not match the sadness that dwelled near it. Tears were pushing past his eyes and he had to fight to hold them back. Six was dead, and this creature had killed him.

He was right there in front of him. His animalistic instincts were telling him to kill, to tear his throat open. But his body wouldn't budge. He wanted to see him dead on the floor like the two soldiers, bleeding. His long boney nails clung stubbornly to the wall. What was stopping him? It was like something had an invisible grip on him and forced him to stay put. His head twitched as he heard a crack. The boy moved. And he seemed to be leaning over something.

It was time. Time to kill. Attack! Attack! He remained still. Watching, as if he just couldn't understand what was happening. His eyes followed the boy as he stood up, shaking slightly. Was he scared? That would make this more fun. The creature let go of the wall and landed thunderously to the ground. His back arched slightly as spikes grew out of it. He stretched his fingers out, careful not to touch the blade that slid out from his wrist. He got into his attack position. And waited.

He couldn't look at it. He couldn't even move. It killed him. Six was dead. He was the only man that meant anything to him. He had no memories of his past, and he had no idea who his father was, but now, in this present time his father was Six. He slipped the sunglasses into his pocket with a trembling hand. He was torn forcefully from his thoughts as a thunderous sound cracked into his ears. He shot his head up, and looked into the eyes of the monster. He froze.

"S-Six?" He stuttered. He held his hand out, closing in on the monster. It growled and bared its teeth, ready to cut him down with a blade.

"Wh-What happened to you?" He knew what happened. He turned evo and became a monster. It hit him hard and forceful. He was like one. Hopefully, not all like one. He pushed forward, trying to grab him with his hand and cure his friend.

The creature's eyes widen in understanding. He didn't like what was going on. He wanted to stay this powerful, he wanted to continue killing. He stepped back and lowered his head. Watching him with his green eyes. Rex didn't wait; he continued to run towards the evo. He didn't believe for a second that it could hurt him.

The monster lashed out suddenly, forcing the air from Rex's lungs as he was thrown harshly to the side. It darted out the door with incredible speed leaving a winded Rex in the dark room alone. He stood up slowly and regained his composure before running after the beast.

The beast-Six, ran with amazing force as it-he drew immense momentum from the tiled floors. It didn't even hesitate when two providence officers got in its path and raised their weapons. The creature bowed its head and increased its speed. The crack of death filled the air.

Rex was hot on his trail. He could smell iron in the air. The unique stench leads his eyes to the side to find two mangled bodies carelessly spread across the floor. He stopped running and his heart sunk to the soles of his feet. One of them was not even recognizable as a person for the skull had been completely crushed inward as if it was attacked by a ticked off wrecking ball. The second was a young man. His eyes still held a will of life that was fleeting quickly. His expression showed confusion and fear. His lips parted as he tried to speak.

"It happened so fast," he coughed.

Rex stumbled to the young man and quickly grasped his hand. He lowered his body so he was seated next to him.

A cracked smile formed on his lips as he spoke weakly and unsure, "Hay, your going to be fine," he squeezed the hand reassuringly, "just hold on."

The man smiled slowly and shook his head. There were tears in his eyes as he struggled to breathe.

"He didn't mean it... Don't blame Six..."

He closed his eyes. Rex felt his grip tighten and then the cold limb became limp.

Rex bit his lip. It wasn't his fault. He was still having trouble believing it.

He felt his stomach churning in anguish as he observed the situation again. He drew his strength and stood, his legs quivering slightly. He was going to need all the strength he could get. He tore his eyes from the young soldier and back to the path ahead of him.

Down the darkened hallway he could hear the echoes of dying soldiers. For a second he could feel himself doubting if he should even help Six. He was a murderer after all.

Still, he knew that he was sick and needed help, but he was so strong. How come he can't fight it like One? How could something like this overtake him so fast?

The alarms were sounded. The corridor flashed a mix of shadows and dim red lights. The roar of the alert covered the sound of the creature. The trail ran cold.