I'M QUALIFIED! TO BE A NINTH GRADER!1! I graduated Friday, I hope I don't die in high skool. O_o
everyone seemed generally pleased with chapter 4. you guys have no idea how happy that makes me.^/^ anyway, as for the lil ficlet I made off of a reference to this, I just might do something like that again. maybe... anyway, heres to you and heres to me.
P.S. sorry its so short this time (and that I took so long to up d8, family shiz, you know?)
"Well..." Noah mulled over the question. Rex looked at him impatiently, before this whole 'paroxysm event' or whatever it was, he had been the most essential tool in curring E.. So why was he locked up like a dog? "I think it has mostly to do with you being radioactive." Noah finally decided.
"Radioactive?" Rex looked skeptical.
"Yeah, when the bombs went off, they either killed or poisoned everything on earth with radioactivity. Every time you go outside, you become infected with it. It doesn't kill, well, not quickly at least. In fact, if a 'pure' could breath the air, they would last about three or so hours without a suit, vax, or detox. Here at N.P. we got us a detox station that can clean the radioactivity off a human like nobody's business, but it doesn't work quite as well on Evos...I don't know the details, but active nanites don't accept the detox, leaving the host radioactive." Noah really had no idea why nanites didn't cooperate with the detox A.I. Once Seth, the S.R.S (scope research scientist) on his squad had tried to explain it to him. But Noah was what most people would have considered part of the 'jock' clique in this time and space, (with him being a hunter and all) so it mostly went in one ear and out the other, but his brain did manage to shrink Seth's speech down to about three sentences; Humans are kay with detox. Nanites no like detox. nanites clean themselves.
"So I'm radioactive and are going to die?" Rex asked in hysteria. He was going to die! No! NO! NO!
"No, no, your nanites have there own way of cleaning themselves and purifying your body." Noah quickly assured. "It just takes any number of days to do so, its just because its much easier for the members of the facility and the Evo in question to lock the hazard in one room than have everyone who comes in contact with him Detox every time they'r in the same room as you. " It sounded confusing just trying to explain it.
"So I'm not sick?"
"Not sick, just contagious. And a bit stressed out, it seems."
"I'm having a little trouble...grasping the concept of the whole matter, you know?" Rex admitted shakily.
"I don't blame you. I was working at the mines before they set the bar for the number of humans that have to be alive at any given time. It shocked and appalled me that there was anything left of the human race beyond enslavement and Pneumoconosis." Noah remembered the terrible days when he had to salvage metal from mines to help rebuild the face of the human race. It'd sucked. Big time. He still had the scars on his lungs to prove it too. Thank god they changed the law when they did or he would have been dead long ago.
"Oh my god, everyone's dead." Rex said, barely a whisper. he began to shake everywhere. "Everyone is dead! I remember now, Circe is dead!" He yelled in panic, no longer in his right mind (or his left) "And Six killed her!" His eyes snapped up to meet Noah's, who cringed in turn. The utter fear and desperation and hatred radiating off of the E.V.O broke his heart all over again, he hadn't felt so useless since her death, the feeling nearly broke him inside.
Rex began choking and coughing, snapping the hunter out of his flashbacks.
"Their all dead!" He squawked, voice raspy from not being used in seven-or-so-years, the sudden strain on his voice box was like fire in his throat. He began to cry and sputter, but something told Noah he was lost in a flashback and unaware of his flailing and convulsing.
"I want a medical team down here stat!" Noah yelled into the camera in the corner of the room. Already on his feet, his basic medical training kicked in. He lay Rex flat on his back and kept his head turned to the side, ignoring the E.V.O scratching at his arms and face.
The med. team burst in, radiation wasn't an immediate problem as long as the team was detoxed within the hour, and they began to do their thing; setting Rex up onto the bed he had escaped earlier, putting a mask over his mouth and nose, and strapping down his thrashing limbs. They got to work checking his vital signs while Abner, the head cleric of the group (and on Noah's squad too) barked orders at the peons.
_ TIME SKIP!_
An hour later Noah sat in Rex's room.(After detox) The E.V.O lay sleeping (and strapped down) on the bed. Noah sat in the corner of the room back to the wall elbows on his knees, head thrown back, staring at the ceiling. Next to him, Abner sat in almost the same way with a cigarette between his lips. The cleric had brown eyes and brown slicked back hair, and like Noah, a short beard (we'll call it...5 O'clock shadow) Noah looked at Abner wearily.
"He'll be fine." The doctor assured. "Just needs a rest, and maybe a short therapy session, believe you me, anyone who's ballsy enough to walk these halls 'll need one sooner 'r later."
"I...I want him on our squad." Noah muttered.
"I don't think so." Abner said, voice growing a bit agitated, "we only get two hunters tops to a squad and I don't wanna waste it on some untrained punk."
"He isn't untrained, Abner. I knew him from before the paroxysm event, he was trained by the original providence, he was the only real thing they had to combat the E.V.O to human ratio, he may be a bit rusty when we take him out in a few days, but I say he still has the muscle-memory." Noah insisted. Abner was silent for a while.
"Fine. I guess, but it's not my call, you have to get the boss-mans consent first, and even then, you need the majority of the squads vote. So far, 2/5"
"2/4, Abner, she's gone now, all I have to do is convince Seth and our lil' clone and we got us a replacement hunter/scout and a full squad of 5 again." Noah nodded as if saying it out loud was his way of finalizing his plans to keep an eye on Rex and possibly help him through his P.T.S.D.
"That's to easy, Seth will definitely go for it." Abner stood and made his way to the door. He paused before opening it. "You can't save everyone you love, you know that right?" he asked. It fell on deaf ears.
"I can try." Noah insisted, his voice firm to his statement. Abner sighed and left, displeased with Noah's resolve, but accepting of his decision, rather go down fighting than like a dog.
Rex began to stir in his sleep. Noah stood and walked over to his bedside just as Rex opened his eyes. "The people are back with their dogs."* He informed Noah, who nodded like he understood what that meant. "Also.."
Rex paused very dramatically, like he was trying to remember what he had to tell Noah. His face lit up upon remembering, then a look of deep horror crossed his features.
"I killed Holly..."
*Reference to "Nightmares", slight reference to chapter 4
Okay, before anyone gets all Rex is too old to talk like a baby on me, let me just point out,
[P.T.S.D + time to think] = crazy + Rex's natural childlike nature = the last line in this chapter. ^^
also, everyone must have been real smart, grammatically-intelligent babies because the way Rex talks in Nightmares was the same way my lil bro and I talked as 10 year olds. Also also, I'd like to point out that hes amnesiac, and in some cases, amnesia can cause minor brain damage, as well as effect one's ability to commit things to memory. i.e; proper grammatical pronunciation (HaHA! Bet no one thought I researched before starting this fic, did they?)
anyway, I won't let my ' get in the way to much, I just need some more characters to work with. I'm thinking one or two more chaps of crazyRex (I have a particular plot twist I wanna try out too...) then we get into the good stuff, so if you don't have the patients for that, then I'm sorry, but this is a rant.
As for Noah, I'm sad hes not in the show much anymore, it kinda dials down the fic's realistic features, right? Also, I bet the few of you who paid attention are wondering; "Who's 'her'?" well, I have yet to decide that. If anyone has an O.C they can lend me for Noah (preferably as plain as possible and with no E.V.O powers plz) that I can borrow for this fic, I would greatly preciate it (If no one wants to share I'll just improvise something -_-') this seems like a filler chap to me...Grr...:(