The song you want to listen to for this chapter is Utada Hikaru's 'Simple and Clean'! Awesome, isn't it. She has great music.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Generator Rex or any of its characters, only Izzy and any other OC's. Bye! X3
*Rex POV*
I was a complete wreck. Izzy ran off for the first time, and I had no clue where she was going. Well I actually had one clue—to Henry's house—but I had a feeling that I wouldn't be allowed to go either.
So all I could do was stand around while Six organized everyone to go and look for her.
"Six," I growled, "I want to help find Izzy."
Six turned to me seriously. "Rex you can't help. Izzy is the responsibility of this base and Providence. I don't think there is a way you can help."
I lurched forward a bit. "What the hell do you mean? I could go look for her!"
"No you can't."
"I should be able to if I want to." I shot back, glaring him down.
Six let out a sigh and frowned. "Look Rex, I would let you go if it was my choice but it's not."
I smiled a little then. "So, leave out the back door as quiet as possible?"
"Go for it." He tossed me some keys and I left.
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*Izzy POV*
If there was ever a moment in time to be proud of myself it was now. I had silently slunk out through the vents, into Holiday's room for her keys, and then left right through the 'back door'.
Okay technically they were huge metal gates that you either had to climb over or go under unless you had a key. But that doesn't matter.
It was an exhilarating moment to fly out in to open air not knowing where I was headed, mostly because there was no game plan so that meant no schedule to stick to, no mission, no work—which meant no Providence.
There was always a catch though. I had left Rex at Providence, a place I wanted so desperately to be away from right now.
The sun was shining off my black wings, making me smile as I spun through a cloud. If this was how it was to be carefree I wanted IN. This was great.
Okay, I lied to you. There was a mission involved in all of this. I was heading to Henry's house—I was actually packing a machete on my hip, some plain knives in my combat boots and a hand gun on my new holster.
God, I love how easily a teenager can get a gun in this place.
I had found Henry's address on one of those sex offender websites, which made me even more damn pissed, and now I had the address paper shoved in my pocket.
I was two miles away.
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*Rex POV*
I rode smoothly on the abandoned freeway, speeding over any speed limit. I had to find Izzy, the sun was going down.
Then again it might be easier for her, especially since her wings were a dark midnight color. I slowed down a little at that thought.
I had scanned through Izzy's computer—given to her by Holiday—and found Henry's name scribbled on an open website. I am currently unsure what it was about.
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*Izzy's POV*
As soon as you stepped one damn foot on the grass outside of the home you felt something was wrong. It was just foreboding.
I stood at the door a second before knocking. A frizzy redhead answered the door, a mop in one hand and bleach in another.
"Yes?" She asked and began hurriedly cleaning the doorknob she had just touched.
I tried to look dignified, like a woman not a girl. "I'm a Providence worker."
She didn't argue after that, she opened the door to let me in and I silently walked in, trying to conceal any discomfort in this place.
I sat myself down in the kitchen, responsible like. "What are you here for ma'am?"
I looked at her, surprised. She called me 'ma'am' as in, Misses, as in an adult. I quickly shook myself from the daze.
"Oh, yes, I'm here to see Henry and Delilah."
She stopped cleaning. "Why do you need Henry?"
"He…has a claim at Providence; I need to discuss it with him."
"And why do you need Delilah?"
I bolted out of my seat and pounded my hand on the table. "Ma'am I'm sorry but that is none of your concern. This is the work of Providence; please allow me to do my job."
She winced and began cleaning again on her way to Henry's study. I sat back down and closed my eyes, exhausted.
I missed Rex, I missed Holiday, I missed being outside and flying free. I wanted to go outside and fly again, feeling free, unlike how I felt here—trapped.
"Sissy, why is sissy here?" Those words snapped me out of my space out and I looked around. Then I looked a bit lower.
There she was. "Hey Delilah, sweetie, how are you?" She immediately hopped in to my lap and snuggled against my stomach, grabbing onto my bangs that reached my chest.
"I'm okay. Are you okay?"
I smiled and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just running around for awhile."
She looked up at me instantly, her blue eyes looking up at me innocently. "Where are you trying to go?"
I sighed. "I have no clue."
We both went silent and for a moment I felt and knew for a moment Henry's awfulness hadn't poisoned her. I was grateful.
Suddenly there was a scream.
I bounced a little in my seat, but Delilah seemed used to the sound of screams. I gently grabbed Delilah and set her down on the chair as I stood, reaching for my holster as I ran to Henry's study.
I slammed the door open and held the gun steadily. Henry stood towering over the woman I had seen as she clutched a mop close to her.
"Please Henry, stop." The woman whimpered.
I poised the gun into the darkness of the room. The only thing I could see was the walls that were littered with pictures that glowed red.
