Author's Note: Replies:

A Darker Heaven than Hell: Wow! You commented on every chapter! Cool! Thank you! I will put some more action in the next chapter, promise!

KaliAnn: Two reviews! Thanks! Anyway, I totaly agree. I like when people show a little insight into Van Kleiss. I like when you view both sides of somthing, especially when the same thing is viewed so vastly different-I find that facinating. So, anyway, thank you! :)

Grey Larein: Oh, wow! Thank you! That is such an amazing compliment to a writer, especailly to me, as this is only my second story! So, just thank you! :D

EverydayWarlock: LOL :) Loved the beggining of your comment, I was laughing out loud! :) And, I love Caesar, and his persona, so I REALLY hope he isn't really evil. But I do question going after a nanite before your own brother. So, thanks for your comment!

KaliAnn: LOL, at first when I read your second review I was thinking you had accidentaly posted twice! LOL And yeah, I think Van Kleiss would view himself differently than Providence does, and do his was a chance to put myself in his mind-set.

Pandagirl: They never listen. Poor Rex, and his inability to follow instructions.

Miki: Thank you! I will!

General Zargon: Dude, not cool. Using ninja detectors are cheating. :( Besides, I like raisins. :P LOL, JK! I will be on look out for flying coleslaw, especially chapter 8. XD

NaaraHatake: Thank you! :) I agree! But things are never that simple.

Chapter 7: Plans

Rex was all alone in the white building known as Providence. It was empty and silent. He was walking cautiously through the hall, not sure what to expect. He was expecting something, though, not the nothing that was around him. Only his footsteps where filling the empty air.

"Hello?" Rex aksed, listening for even the smallest sound. But there was nothing. As he continued to walk, blurry images began to paint the blank walls, images that felt familiar, but foriegn at the same time. Images of the doctor that worked here, smiling, working, running in her field suit-blurry pictures of the green clad man as he pulled out his duel swords, the monkey smiling slyly as he unfurled plastic wrap and stretched it over the tiolet, and even pictures of himself as he did everyday things. But these images weren't his, none of them ringing a bell, none of them feeling real. The images were painting themselves on the walls as he walked, sound filling the air as he went. He kept walking though, still looking for someone. What was his brother's name?

"Caesar! Uh, Six! Doctor Holiday! Someone?" he said into the air, his vioce not daring to shatter the calm silence with a yell. No one came though, no one answered. The images on the wall were starting to become clearer, and Rex became excited. He leaned against one wall, wanting to see the image. His hand had just touched the wall, when the floor broke out from under him. Air whooshed up at him, and suddenly he was outside Providence, falling again. He was begging himself again, pleading for his nanies to turn on. The outside air was pelting him as he got closer and closer to the ground. This time, however, his jet pack thingy didn't fold out to his rescue. This time he hit the ground, and he hit it hard. Everything ached and pain siezed him. He couldn't move, and it hurt so bad that he wanted to wail. But he didn't, because at the bottom of the trench, everyone was staring at him. Everyone. The doctor was staring at him with her peircing green eyes, but they were cold and angry. His brother was beside her, but he had his back turned to him, not caring that Rex was smashed on the ground with pain. The man in the green suit was gone, though. He wasn't even standing there to view the fallen boy. Rex turned his head, looking away from the doctor's gaze and his brother's back. On the other side, Van Kleiss was there, the Pack standing off into the background. The green clad man was there as well, but he was surrounded by fire, his swords drawn in a fighting stance. Rex wanted to call out to the man, but he couldn't move his mouth. The fire around the man grew, and swallowed the green man, leaving only a tall blaze that continued to burn. Rex writhed on the ground. Van Kleiss began walking towards him, his hand out, an offer o help the boy up. Rex reached up, letting the man take hold of him. The man grabbed him and hoisted him up. Standing hurt, but a lot less then the ground. He turned to thank Van Kleiss, but when he did, the man's golden hand struck his chest. It was cold, it burned, it was hard and unwelcome. It felt like bolts of electricity where striking him inside his chest. He tried to pull away from him, but the arm just extended, following him. A sadistic smile spread over Kleiss's face. And he started to laugh. The golden hand was gripping him harder, and Rexfelt it enter his heart. He started to scream, asking anyine to help him. But Holiday and Caesar weren't going to, and they were watching with amused grins. Darkness was wrapping arounf Rex's vision, and he he closed his eyes, allowing cold needles to give the final squeeze.

Rex sat up, launching into the position. His breathing was shallow and rapid, and he started to gulp in shrill gasps. The sun was breaking thruogh the cracks in the ceiling, and Rex slowed his breath, wiping away the cold heat of his sweat. His dream was racking him, replaying endlessly in his mind. He sat there for a few moments, the dream just looping through his head, again, and again, and again. Falling, the harsh looks, the green man being consumed by the hungry, demanding, flames, Van Kleiss's cold, golden, needele fingers ripping into his skin, getting closer and closer to his heart, and then...

"Ahh!" Rex screamed as a sudden pressure jolted him from his thoughts.

Van Kleiss was eyeing Rex with a look of curiosity. His human hand fell away from Rex, and Rex took a deep breath forcing himself to calm his breath, and he wiped away a few stray beads of sweat that had escaped earlier.

"Are you alright, Rex?" the man asked, his distinct voice bringing Rex back to his dream, but he nodded his head, answering the question while at the same time trying to shake the images away.

"Yeah, uh, yeah. Just some bad dream," Rex said, not wanting to discuss it.

"I see. Are you ready for today?" Van kleiss asked.

Rex looked at the elder EVO with a question in his eyes.

"I don't know. What are we supposed to do?" Rex asked, his head somewhat tilted as he asked.

"The main objective is to get you up to your maximum potential as an EVO as soon as possible." Van Kleiss answered, already turning away and gesturing for Rex to follow him.

"How do we do that?" Rex said, close behind the fast moving man, passing through a maze of hall ways.

"First we will train you to use your nanites, and if that doesn't work, I have another idea. Both will help you to help the EVOs, and help the world see just how amazing ou gifts are."

Rex nodded, liking the idea of being able to once again control his nanites.

(Providence)

Holiday was sitting on her desk, her eyes shiffting left to right as she read the moving computer screen. She was trying to track down Rex's location. Abysus was out, since it was nothing but crater now, nothing but a desolent hole in the ground. After the battle just a few days ago, the one that had sent Rex to the hospitol in the first place, the only thing left of the place was a deep crater in the earth with nothing but dust in the ground. She brought up the view on satilite, just to be sure. As she had thought, the ground was still deep and bare. She backed out of it and sent the computer to run another scan for Rex.

Caesar was sitting next to her, his hand scratching his head again as he too watched the scrolling screen. How was this possible? How could a person just vanish? Caesar thought of Six and that made him wonder too. When they had gone to pick up the burning ship, Six's carcass hadn't been inside. Which meant he was out there, somewhere. Hurt, wounded, and probably close to dead. They just couldn't find him, only the trace of his tiny burnt communicator just outside the ship. The two scientists had never been more frustrated in thier lives. They were used to hard puzzles, problems that would stump even the greatest minds, but this seemed impossible. Caesar snapped his fingers. Impossible. Okay, he could do that. It would just take a while. He turned to give Holiday a reasuuring smile, and she returned it with a thin-lipped, sad, tiny, smile. Impossible? Yeah, they could do that. She put her fingers to her keys again. Impossible was just out of reach for her right now. Just like Six. Just like Rex. Everything was just so out of reach. Caesar could see the thoughts play across her face and he looked away. He felt the same, and he didn't need to see it on anyone else. He didn't need to be reminded that he had lost his brother again, and this time in more ways than one. He didn't need to see her saddness, her discomfort. No, they had enough of that. He went back to work, and listened for Holiday's clicking to continue again. It did eventually, but even her silence spoke volumes.

(Abysus)

Rex growled in frustration. He just couldn't remember how to activate his passive nanites. He could only seem to do it when immenent danger was looming over him, and he wasn't about to jump off any more roofs, not after the dream. Van Kleiss was looking frustrated as well, but Rex didn't blame him. rex had kept saying "In a minute, I can do it," for the past few hours. He would be agitated too. Rex gave another grunt of effort, but to little avail. Finnally, he just gave up, and looked up at the tall man.

"I can't do it," he said, hating the weakness in his voice and the dissapointment that showed thorugh. He sounded like a little kid. Van Kleiss managed a warm look, and just nodded.

"I think I have an idea." he said, and he walked over to Rex. Rex forced himself not to flinch as the man approached, the image from his dream flashing in his head.