Anywhere But Home
Author's Note: This is my last weekend before summer vacation! I'm so excited! Anyway, to celebrate the coming of summer I decided to post another chapter for you guys! Don't be surprised if next week I don't update any new chapters. I have a bunch of testing and exams to take…so yeah :P I might be able to post chapters sometime at the end of next week, but we'll have to see.
Anyway, sit back, relax, and enjoy the newest chapter of my story!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything besides any OC characters mentioned in the story!
Chapter 4
I had a feeling that the men surrounding us had an atrocious look in their eyes, even though we couldn't see them. Their feelings and even their identities were hidden behind these sunglasses that created a barrier between us and them. I carefully watched their moments as they began to surround us. I tried to predict their movements and their intentions before they strike. After examining their outfits, I notice a key characteristic on their sharp-looking outfits. A symbol that hung above their left breast pocket was in the shape of dragon, wrapped around the letters F and C. After checking out the symbol, I brought my mind back into the fight. I knew I couldn't stare and their mysterious suits for the entire time and thought that I needed to focus on the battle rather than the symbol.
"We can take these idiots." Ray announced, sounding overly confident.
"You really think so?" I asked jokingly.
One of the men charged at great speed and began to fire what looked like a small pistol. I quickly jumped in front of Ray and protected him from the bullets with my large mechanical fist.
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Ray said, while looking in disbelief at my hands.
"I guess you could say that."
I swung another punch as fast as I could and nailed that man with my iron fist. The man fell well over 20 feet away and landed on his back. He sat up slowly and wiped the blood that smeared across his face.
"Powerful…" The man mumbled with a dark smirk across his face.
Another man charged into battle with his small, metal gauntlets and almost attacked me from behind, but Ray swiftly jumped behind me and shot flames from his bare palms at the strange man, "Pay attention, stupid!"
I smiled at Ray's goofy comments. I continued to fight with all my strength, but that never slowed down the entire group of men. One of the men who rushed in to attack me was wearing a strange style of battle armor that I had never need before. He carried a large sword that looked like it was part of the suit and it almost looked too big to carry. I tried to block his attack with my own gauntlets, but by the time the armored man jumped in to attack, my giant mechanical fist disappeared and my right arm transformed into an extremely large sword. The sword looked as if it was made of an orange metallic material and the base was very sturdy with a handle attached to it.
Instead of admiring the sword, my mind went completely blank and I instantly assaulted the man dressed in battle armor. The man flew back and stopped to notice a large gash in his suit of armor.
"Dude…you're a living multi-tool! How many weapons do you have?" Ray asked in astonishment.
"I have no idea," I gave a glance at the sword and smiled, "But you have to admit, this is pretty cool."
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the armored man charging at me like a wild bull. I tried to dodge his attack, but failed. A large gash that stretched across my left arm to my gut formed from the enemy's sword and blood began to plummet to the dry, graveled road. My sword briskly fell into pieces and my entire body felt paralyzed at the shock of being attacked. I fell on the ground and laid in a small puddle of my very blood. I caught myself watching the clouds while beginning consumed by the tremendous pain.
"REX!"
I heard Ray's cry and tried to sit up, to show him that I would be ok, but I could barely raise my right arm and place is against the opened wound. My shirt was split open and I could feel a small breeze blow against the ghastly cut. My mind became dizzy from the lack of blood and my world felt like it was spinning in circles.
The mechanical looking man walked over and placed his blade against my face, "I guess you aren't as tough as I thought you were."
At that moment, I thought it was the very end of my life. I tried to close my eyes and hoped that my life wouldn't end in such a catastrophe manor. I suddenly felt the man's blade lift off my face and I cautiously lifted one eye open, only to notice a tall, mysterious man dressed in a green suit, holding two katana(s) against the armored man's chest.
"Back down…now."
The man dressed for battle began to growl like an animal and charged off into the opposite direction. It ran at such an amazing speed and disappeared into the distance. The rest of the group immediately jumped into their expensive vehicles and disappeared as well.
The green suited agent kneeled down and examined the cut that extended across my chest. I rolled over onto my side and tried to lift myself from the gravel road.
"Don't try to push yourself, you are gravely injured." The agent said.
I examined him cautiously. He wore sunglasses like the group of men, but he didn't wear the symbol that was embedded in the suits of the strange group of men.
"Who…who…are you?" I muttered.
"I am Agent Six and this is Bobo." I looked behind him and noticed a fully dressed chimpanzee, carrying two laser pistols on his back.
"Why does the monkey have a set of guns?"
"Look kid, I'm no ordinary monkey," Bobo announced.
I sat there in shock and had my eyes wander towards the heavens, "Now I've seen everything."
"Rex! Are you ok?" Ray said, running over to him.
"Does it…look like…I'm ok?" I asked, breathing through the pain.
"Sorry…force of habit," Ray mumbled and he looked up at the agent with a dangerous glare, "Anyway, why did you help Rex? Who do you work for?"
I watched Agent Six stand up slowly and walk over to Ray. For some reason, I couldn't stop staring at him. There was something about him that seemed familiar, but I could put my figure on it.
"I helped because it looked like he was in trouble," he said, "Anyway; I am an agent who works for Providence."
Ray stood there is complete shock, like a deer caught in the headlights. His faced had an expression of anger and his large, clawed hands began to shoot up in flames.
"If you're here to take Rex, you'll have to go through me first!"
"We aren't going to hurt you, we're here to help!" Bobo announced.
"Help? All Providence has done is chase us around New York! They've been trying to hunt us like animals!" Ray lifted his hands and tried to keep Six and Bobo away from us.
"We haven't sent any soldiers to capture you or Rex." The agent sounded slightly confused and placed his figure on what looked like a communicator in his ear, "Six to base. Have there been any soldiers sent from Providence to New York City?"
"No sir. White Knight hasn't sent any soldiers to that location. But there have been reports by people, saying they saw a group of Providence soldiers chasing two unknown evos."
"Thank you. Carry on." Six hung up and stared at Ray through his glasses, "Providence has reported that no soldiers have been sent New York. Are you confident that is was Providence's soldiers?"
"I am confident!" Ray shouted, "I saw their tanks and their ugly biohazard suits with my own eyes!"
"Well this is confusing…" Bobo muttered.
"I know it is hard for you to trust us after all you've been through, but most likely the soldiers in New York were not ours. They are probably soldiers working on the same leader as the group of men that recently attacked you."
Ray cautiously watched the agent. It looked as if he wanted to accept the agent's response, but wasn't sure if it was the truth.
"You might be right, but I'm still not sure I trust you 100 percent."
"And I respect your opinions, but it looks like Rex could use some help. Would you rather watch him suffer and gain infections or have him taken to Providence to be stitched up and healed?"
Ray looked down and began kicking the rocks that stretched across the graveled road, "Ok…you win, but if you hurt him-"
"I promise you, he will not be hurt."
Ray gave a slight nod in agreement and helped me get on to the agent's ship. It looked very sleek and well built. It was a Providence design ship, but it was covered in a dark black paint with a slimmer body style.
Ray and Six laid me on a nearby bed, which was used to transport injured soldiers. It wasn't long before we were soaring through the air. Agent Six put the ship on auto pilot and walked over to me with a first aid kit. He grabbed a wet cloth and began cleaning the extra blood that was smeared across my chest. I hissed in pain and tried to prevent myself from making complaints. I knew it was only water, but the cut cause so much, tremendous pain that even the slightest touch was agonizingly painful.
Six leaned over and picked up a case full of medication. He picked up and placed some antibiotic ointment on my arm. I bit my tongue to try to prevent myself back from screaming out. Sweat poured down my face as I gripped the side of my bed to hold back any sudden actions. He finally reached over and grabbed some gauze, and wrapped it around the wound to protect it and to absorb any blood that escaped from my body.
Six's POV –
Rex's teeth clashed together as I tried to clean up the wound. I tried my best to ignore his groaning, so I could properly treat him. The cut seemed extremely deep and the blood still tried to escape the graze. Personally, I have seen a lot of good men die in battle, trying to save many lives, but seeing Rex in so much pain made my heart sick.
As soon as I wrapped the gauze around his chest, the boy swiftly fell asleep. I looked over at his new friend and saw him staring at me through is embroiled eyes. He was examining me, almost as if he was worried I would hurt Rex.
I walked over and placed my hand on his scaly, blue shoulder, "He'll be alright…and so will you."
The young evo looked at with eyes of innocence instead of fear. He quickly turned his head to try and avoid any tension or confusion. I raised my hand from his shoulder and walked over to the pilot seat of the aircraft. I turned off pilot mode and began flying the aircraft to Providence. I then lifted my figure and activated the communicator to try and call Holiday.
"Hello?"
"Hey Holiday, it's Six. I need you to get some equipment ready for a medical emergency."
"Six? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm alright, but Rex is with me and is seriously injured with a large gash."
"Rex? What happened?"
"It's a long story, I'll report in when I get back. Are you able to get the equipment ready?"
"Of course, I'll get right on it."
"Thank you, Holiday."
"You're welcome. Glad to hear you were able to help him."
The conversation ended and I rapidly took of across the desert, hoping to get Rex to Providence as soon as possible. I was worried about the kid, but I knew I wasn't the only one who did.
It is still a mystery who those men are…what are they planning and why are men dressing like Providence soldiers? So many questions arise when more chaotic events keep appearing!
Anyway, that is the end of chapter four. Hopefully you enjoyed it! Stay tune for chapter five and please leave a review of what you thought about the current chapter. :)
~ DragonRider17
