Danny Phantom/Generator Rex

Ch.10: Technopathy

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe-

Unknown subjects approaching. Unknown subjects approaching. Unknown subjects approaching.

The resident's eyes snapped open, revealing pupil-less green eyes glowing brightly in the dim-lighting. The matching green lights twisting along his skin and his black, metallic bodysuit pulsed brightly for a moment before calming again. The relaxed hands resting on his kneecaps tensed up, followed quickly by the rest of his body. It was not two seconds later that the figure was standing, pacing urgently but calmly towards the landing just a few feet away from his resting spot. Then he stopped because of the wall in front of him. However, the platform rumbled under his feet for a moment before rising, taking the luminescent figure with it.

The figure with the green eyes and metallic suit seemed to notice nothing as the elevator rose, taking him to a higher level. Save for the consistent rise and fall of the boy's chest and the fluttering of his white hair, he moved not an inch, eyes blank and expression betraying nothing at all. His arms dangled loosely by his sides with his legs unusually straight. Though the elevator hummed and there were distant sounds of beeping, the figure might've as well have been deaf. Nothing fazed him, and not even the idea of intruders seemed to affect him in any way.

There were green lines running all along the floor and up the walls and on the ceiling, matching the ones covering the boy from head to toe. They pulsed occasionally, hardly creating a dent on the darkness surrounding them. Still, the green light was enough to cast long shadows across the shifting walls and the unmoving boy. The lines seemed to have a life of their own as they snaked all around, brightening spontaneously before they dimmed.

The elevator came to a halting stop. Again, it hardly seemed to affect the boy at all. He simply strode forward, leaving the platform behind and walking down a long hallway. His steps were loud thuds against the metal floor, cutting through the soft whirring from the lines across the walls seemingly emitted. The sharp thuds bounced off the walls, echoing up and down the long stretch. The sounds slipped through one of the boy's ears before coming out the other as he easily ignored the soft whirs and sad-sounding thuds with practiced ease.

The hallway was a dead-end, but, as soon as the boy approached the end, the glowing walls retracted easily. A frigid, howling wind raced inside, blowing snow in with it. It tossed the boy's stark white hair around, and, though anyone else in the world would have immediately broken out into uncontrollable shivers, the boy didn't even flinch at the biting wind. Like a stone wall, he stood against the freezing air and the swirling snow, staring out into the blinding snowstorm. Florescent green eyes scanned the horizon.

Scanning… Scanning… Scanning… Scanning… Scanning…

Back and forth, the boy searched for something. However, the terrible snowstorm that had blown in masked most of the visibility of the area. The boy, despite all his scanners and locaters, couldn't see any more than ten feet in front of him. He couldn't tell if the unknown subjects were friends or foes. Though he wanted to, running a diagnostic of the situation wouldn't help either. The snowstorm probably screwed up anything external of his base. It was amazing it picked anything up at all, he slowly came to realize, before the unknown subjects even reached the base. The only choice of action he had was to stay where he was and wait for the unknown subjects to get closer.

The boy stood there motionlessly for two minutes and thirteen seconds, nothing but snow registering in his vision. Then, slowly, two silhouettes manifested through the blinding whirlwind of powdery snow outside. They were close- very close, much to the boy's chagrin, though he quickly shook it off. The two silhouettes weren't slowing as they trekked through the deep snow under them. There was a voice, screaming in an attempt to cut through the lonely howls the wind gave.. The boy with the green eyes couldn't make any words out, though, and he doubted the silhouette's partner could either. It didn't matter to him, however. He only had one thing in mind as they approached slowly, and the boy was determined to get it out of the two.

They both came into better view soon, looking at the emotionless figure with the green eyes strangely. Their expressions were discarded quickly enough by the white-haired boy, who only began a routine scan.

Threat assessment: loading… Loading… Loading… Loading…

The boy stayed perfectly still, waiting patiently for the assessment to come back from its scan. In front of him, the two figures- a Latino teen-boy with a pair of goggles on his head and a Caucasian man with sunglasses over his eyes, both bundled up in extreme winter gear -talked amongst themselves, ignoring the stinging snow beating against their faces and clinging to their eyebrows. They were speaking loudly over the wind as it continued its desolate cries, though the words hardly managed to reach the white-haired figure's ears. What they spoke didn't matter to him anyway.

Threat assessment: completed. Threat level: one.

In other words, their threat level was that of any human being you might come across on the street. The boy had nothing to fear from them then. However, he still couldn't shake the far-away feeling that the two were hiding something. It wouldn't be hard; they snowstorm limited his assessment abilities, even though the two figures were standing just a few feet away from his spot. The specks of snow flying in front of his face, swirling all around him, made his diagnostics inaccurate.

He didn't like inaccuracy.

"Please state your name and business." The boy said. His voice was almost purely robotic and generic, though one could hear a teen boy's voice underlining it, hiding deep in the back. It was enough to shock the two figures shivering in the snow, looking at the immovable figure standing in the entryway. They had probably thought he was a glowing statue, if the figure considered his behavior. However, he still couldn't bring himself to care. Keeping the base safe was his only objective, and he'd be damned if he couldn't even do that.

"Uh…" The younger of the two started, teeth chattering as he rubbed his clothed arms as he tried to stay warm. The figure with the white hair noticed that the older was much more composed, not letting himself stoop down to such low measures as he stood in the shin-deep snow. The Latino boy hardly seemed to care, though, as he said, "U-Um, I'm R-Rex and t-t-this is Six-x-x. w-we're just t-t-trying-g to g-get out of s-s-s-snowstorm, if you k-k-know what-t-t I mean-n-n-n."

The boy didn't detect any lies coming from the boy's simple statement, which would mean they didn't mean any harm. Still, the figure was having trouble believing this, with the snowstorm screwing with his scanners and all. He should probably just shut them out, leave them in the snow and all, but that wasn't part of the procedure. Thus, as much as the boy would've loved to slam the door in their faces, he asked, "Please state the passcode."

The winds howled another overbearing, lonely chorus as the two males looked at one another. Then their heads came back to the figure standing in the doorway, waiting patiently for the two to do as he requested. The older male- the one with the green-tinted sunglasses -repeated what the white-haired, green-eyed boy said, asking as emotionlessly as the boy looked, "Passcode?"

"Yes. Please state the passcode."

The boy quickly rushed, "We-don't-have-one-but-could-we-come-inside-anyways? It's freezing out here."

They had no passcode. The boy, for no particular reason, felt some satisfaction at that. He shouldn't; he knew that much. Still, he couldn't suppress the feeling, which was terrible. However, he still found he couldn't bring himself to care even a tiny bit as he stated, "Access denied."

The boy stepped back, turning around. The wind continued to blow all around him, curling around his body as the snow rode the currents. The white specks clung to his hair, and blew into his face, stinging the skin with its chill. The boy hardly noticed it as he commanded the doors to shut behind him. They started closing, snapping shut. However, there was a clang! that made the boy stop dead in his tracks. He turned around, full facing the door once again. To his and his system's shock, there was a sword wedged between the two doors, keeping them from fully shutting. Snow continued to seep through the narrow crack, landing lifelessly on the floor before it disappeared, melting quickly.

The shock wore off quickly enough. Neither of the two males would have near enough strength to pry open the doors. Removing the sword was all that was required for the doors to close the entryway until the boy directed them to do otherwise. Thus, with even steps that were lost in the shrieking wind, the white-haired boy began striding towards the doors calmly. However, the orange and grey hands made of metal that wedged their way through the crack quickly made the boy stop again. Emotionlessly, the boy watched as the two hands- both of which were a thousand times bigger than any normal pair of hands -began to wrench the doors open again, despite the doors pulling against them.

There were no procedures for the boy to follow. So he stood in the middle of the hallway, watching as the doors began to open, despite the constant commands he sent for them to close. They creaked and groaned as they tried to obey, straining against the hands pushing them back. The boy hardly breathed as the Latino boy- Rex, he said his name was -pried the doors open, despite the odds. The older man had another sword in his hand, and he'd already scooped the other up, ready for a fight but unwilling to leave his partner's side.

It didn't make a difference to the white-haired boy what they did or didn't do, so long as he kept them outside the base.

Threat assessment: loading… Loading… Loading… Loading…

Threat assessment: completed. Updating threat assessment on "Rex" and "Six." New threat level: ten. Status for "Rex" and "Six": enemy. Saving updates…

Hm. His scanners would need fixing and upgrading. There was no way in hell the boy was going to let them be so inaccurate ever again, bad weather or no bad weather. Mistakes like these could not be repeated.

"Failsafe protocol: activated. Weapon's system: armed. Objective: eliminate intruders." The boy stated. Immediately following, panels on the walls began shifting and moving, allowing for large guns and blasters to pop out, aiming their barrels in the direction of the two males still trying to pry the door open and keep it that way. The floor and ceiling shifted as well, protruding in some places to provide some obstacles for the intruders. It'd give them both a challenge, no doubt, which would leave the boy to retreat to the very back of his domain, where the intruders wouldn't be able to get to him.

Turning back around, the boy began wandering back towards the elevator. More weapons popped out of the walls as he passed, the floor and the ceiling shifting unsteadily. There were subdued booms and pops, all coming from behind the boy. It was like they weren't there at all though. The figure's steps were steady, even. The chaos and the yells from the males behind him hardly registered in his brain. The only thing that ran through his thoughts was his need to get back to his little domain under the ground, where no one would be able to reach him.

The small war continued behind him. It sounded like the two males were doing a rather good job of fighting off the failsafe protocol. It still didn't manage to worry the boy though, who just continued to evenly pace towards the elevator. He'd be in his little room soon; therefore, it didn't matter if the two males succeeded in fighting it off or not. They were trapped within the hall without the doors open to the outside world, and, without access to the elevator, they couldn't reach the domain underneath either. They would realize their mistake soon enough, and, if he started feeling merciful, the boy might release them back into the world. Who knew for sure though?

However, before the boy could step onto the elevator, he heard the boy's voice yell for the other male, screaming his name. The fear for his friend was obvious in his tone, and, though it shouldn't have made any difference to the boy, he stopped. His ears listened as the fight seemed to become more intense, the Latino boy becoming more ferocious in his attempts to hack everything to pieces. Again, he shouldn't have, but the white-haired boy found himself turning around, facing the battleground emotionlessly.

The figure couldn't hear either of the males over the warzone, but it was obvious the Latino boy was trying to rouse the older male from a stupor he'd fallen into. The man- Six -had a gash on the side of his head, dripping crimson blood down the side of his face and under his glasses, which were now cracked. The two swords lay abandoned at his sides while he tried to erase the fog from his mind. The younger of the two continued to call while he held his arms in front of him, proving to be an adequate shield as he held a panel from the wall in front of him with his large, metal hands.

Before he knew what he was doing, the boy stated, "Failsafe override. Passcode 97342. Weapon's system: deactivate. Objective terminated. Updating "Rex" and "Six." New status: neutral. Saving updates…"

Immediately, the blasters along the walls- busted to pieces or not -began to retreat back into their slots. The panels slid over the holes, sinking back into the walls and hiding the weapons from view. The floor and the ceiling started retracting as well, straightening out and falling back into their original places. The green lines running up and down everything dimmed, looking less intimidating this way.

In just a few seconds, the hallway was back to its original state, minus the destroyed equipment littering the floor.

It was deathly quiet. Rex had stopped yelling for Six, who was unconscious from whatever hit him in the head. The teen looked around his makeshift wall, staring down at the still, white-haired figure at the end of the hall. Rex wanted to shout, ask if this was some trick or another, but his nerve was seemingly lost. (If Six wasn't lost in lullaby land, he might've questioned who the Latino boy really was. After all, Rex didn't just shut up. It just… It didn't happen. Was the world ending?)

"Nanite override. Shutting down." The green-eyed boy stated. Following his statement, the lines on the ceiling retreated to the walls. The green streaks raced down the walls, meeting the floor. Then they started retracting as well, retreating towards the boy, disappearing under his feet. As soon as the lines vanished under his black, metallic boots, they began disappearing under his body. The light they had previously given off grew dimmer and dimmer, until the only light came from the boy's pupil-less, green eyes. Then they, too, shut off, leaving the three figures standing in complete darkness.

Rex, confused and just a tad bit scared (though would he ever admit it? Hell no), looked around the dark room, wondering what had happened. First, the creepy, lightbulb of a boy was commanding the weird base of his to attack him and Six in the freakiest voice possible. Then, in a blink of an eye, the teen boy- probably only a year or two behind Rex himself -was ordering the base to stand-down, quickly followed by the entire base just shutting down.

Indecisive much?

Then again, it probably wasn't a smart idea to 'attack' the base in the first place. But what else were he and Six supposed to do? They'd been trudging through the snow for an hour or more (actually, if he was being realistic, it was probably a shorter time than Rex was guessing; it just felt extremely long), and, if they stayed out any longer in the frigid cold, someone was more than likely going to get hypothermia.

Or they'd get found by one of those dog EVOs from that Alaskan town running around. Either way, their options weren't looking so hot.

"So…" Rex drawled, unsure of what to do next. From what little he had seen while tearing all the weapons to shred, there were no light fixtures he could turn on, and he wasn't sure the creepy-glowy boy would appreciate that anyway, seeing as he was the one to switch off what little light had been in the hallway in the first place. Trying to see anything in the perpetual dark they'd been casted in, Rex asked, "What just happened?"

"Sorry about that!" Another voice called, startling Rex so badly that he yelped and jumped, dropping the panel of the wall he'd previously been using to block the earlier onslaught. It hit the ground with a loud bang! that echoed off the walls. Someone made a startled yelp, mirroring the sound Rex had made at the unexpected noise. The not-creepy voice called, "Wow! I hope no one got hurt down there. Here; let me get some lights on."

As soon as it was said, the green lights came, wrapping around the boy's shoulders. They snaked down his body, twisting around and around. They met the ground, stretching outwards. The lines continued to streak everywhere until the floor was completely lit with green lights, though they didn't travel all up the walls and ceiling like they had before. Rex watched it all, fascination shining in his brown eyes. As soon as the lines swept throughout the room, they went back to gaze at the origin. The brown orbs widened in shock.

The creep-glowy figure wasn't a creepy-glowy figure. Sure, he was still glowy but not nearly as freakish anymore. His hair had gone from stark white to pitch black, and his eyes had transformed from iridescent green to baby blue, all of which happened within the few seconds the darkness had closed in around them. A small, uneasy grin was on the boy's face as he looked Rex over, his eyes finding Six soon after. Not another word escaped from his mouth as he reached to rub the back of his neck, seemingly nervous.

Rex was just shocked. He didn't understand- the boy was creepy, but he wasn't now? How did that happen?! Transformations like that just didn't happen unless Rex healed one EVO or another. From what the boy had said before, the Latino boy assumed the boy was infested with active nanites, but why weren't they turning him into some monstrous form? A person just simply didn't shut down nanites!

"Um…" The boy mumbled, trying to fake his confidence with a beaming smile that didn't have any heart in it. "Is your friend ok? Six, I think his name was?"

Immediately, the EVO-boy knelt down beside his unconscious handler, frowning. He didn't look ok, but, knowing Six, a bump on the head wouldn't keep him down for more than a day. Then again, if Rex had been paying more attention to one of the blasters, Six wouldn't have had to knock him out of the way to keep him out of harm's way. That poor, considerate bastard…

"Not sure. I don't know how hard that blast hit him." Rex replied, feeling as uneasily as the other boy looked. Hiding this quiet anxiousness, the EVO looked back to the black-haired boy standing at the end of the hall. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Rex asked, "Not that I don't appreciate your thoughtful consideration or anything, but are you gonna kill us yourself now? I can't think of any other reason you'd stop your weapon's system from finishing us off."

That only seemed to make the once green-eyed boy even more nervous, laughing breathlessly as he tried to think up something to say. With that cliché, anxious smile, the boy replied, "No, I'm not killing anyone. Sorry about the failsafe. It was designed to keep the government out of my base, not two guys looking to get out of a snowstorm… Yeah, again, sorry. I probably should've thought about that more when I made the passcode. Anyway, do you think your friend needs any kind of medical attention? I can see he's bleeding."

Six undoubtedly needed medical attention of some sort. However, Rex didn't know exactly what to do- this wasn't what he did, after all; that was Holiday's job -and he didn't think the boy only yards away would either. Either way, Rex wasn't sure how much he wanted the black-haired teen anywhere near his handler. After all, he was the one that had unintentionally caused Six's injury. Why should he trust the boy with the man's care?

The boy caught onto Rex's disdain for the idea rather quickly. He didn't seem to mind it, accepting the fact even. He only shrugged, drowning in his obvious unease as he stated, "I wouldn't be the one working on him or anything. I'm far from a doctor, but I can help you get into contact with anyone that can help you guys. And I'll explain what the hell happened just a little while ago, ok? Just don't let your friend die in the base. It'd be really awkward living here if that happened."

Even with the assurances, Rex still wasn't overly sure about his feelings for the boy. However, the other's apprehensive attitude slowly crumbled his defensive attitude. With a sigh, the EVO-boy slung his handler's arm over his shoulder, dragging him off the ground with a small struggle. The black-haired boy wasted no time in zooming over, quickly slipping onto Six's other side, taking some of the weight onto his shoulders. Rex looked over at the blue-eyed boy and asked, "So what's your name?"

"Danny. I'd ask yours but I kind of already know it. Sorry about that." The other asked, a little of his nervous behavior slipping away. His anxious smile relaxed, curiosity sparkling in his blue eyes.

The blind trust in the other boy's- Danny's -eyes made Rex relax further as well, a small smile slipping onto his face, despite his unconscious handler. "Hey, it's no problem. Well, actually, Six is still technically a problem, but we'll work on it."

The not-creepy-glowy boy laughed, though it was breathlessly edgy. Rex only grinned uneasily back, sharing the other's worry for the unconscious man. Still, they began trekking towards the end of the hallway at Danny's word, much to Rex's confusion. From what he could see, there was nothing but a dead-end either way they went, unless the doors opened again. Danny only laughed at his obvious confusion before explaining, "Most of the base is underground. It's got a whole bunch of tunnels and stuff."

Rex gasped excitedly. "Are you serious?!"

"So serious you can't even imagine how serious I am."

"That's so cool! It's like a spy base!"

"I know, right?!"

The two excitedly chattered on about the base to the end of the base. Danny eagerly answered any questions Rex had about it, going into detail about the tunnels- tunnels that, Rex would later find out, Danny didn't visit often, for he always managed to get lost when he did -and the black-haired boy's living quarters, as well as the equipment hidden in the walls and under the ground. Rex listened with rapt attention, a beaming smile on his face. It hit the two off in an instant, and they acted as if they had been best friends for years, almost completely ignoring the unconscious agent hanging in-between their bodies (the poor guy).

As Danny directed them to stop on the elevator, almost immediately ordering for it to take them downwards, the two boys continued to grin at each other over Six's limp form. Then Rex's expression twisted into curiosity as he asked, "So… How'd you get your powers exactly?"

"My parents were amateur nanite scientists, and I may have stupidly gotten myself in the middle of one of their experiments. Instead of becoming horribly mutated though, my nanites more or less listened to my commands before growing minds of their own. They want to mutate me, but I refuse to let them, so we compromise. I let them take control for part of the time, and then they let me have free reign sometimes. That's kind of why I'm in self-exile." Danny informed, shrugging casually. His face broke out into a bigger grin. "But your powers are may cooler than mine! I can just control electronics! You can make constructs!"

Rex grinned back at the enthusiasm, his ego inflating at the other boy's obvious awe. He hardly noticed the platform of the elevator rumbling under him. "Yeah. My nanites are completely under my control. I can pretty much make them do whatever I want. It's pretty epic."

Danny only nodded enthusiastically before asking, "How'd they get like that?"

"I don't remember anything, but there was an industrial accident- a little like what happened to you -and I was injected with nanites to save my life. Then I got taken to Providence and now I work there with Six and a bunch of other people to help cure EVOs." Rex explained quickly. That prompted Danny to ask what he meant by curing EVOs, which just started an entirely new conversation for the boys to go over as the elevator came to a stop.

Nothing could be seen at first, for there still wasn't any lighting. The green streaks of light were dim, and they didn't stretch any farther than the platform. However, Danny pressed one hand to the wall just outside of the elevator. Green lights spilled out from his hands, and, the next thing Rex knows, long, florescent lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling flicker on.

The room wasn't as impressive as Rex thought it'd be. All the walls were made of metal, and nothing hung from them, giving a sense of detachment. There was a twin bed with baby blue sheets, a nightstand, and a clock with red numbers pushed against one wall, and a bare desk pushed up against another. However, all of it was impersonal. There were no simple touches that could them out from any other furniture around the world. It all looked like it'd come straight from Ikea, bland and just downright boring.

However, Rex found the large computer screen on the other side of the room pretty cool. Sure, it wasn't nearly as big as some of the screens that Providence had, but, hey, that was Providence. They actively investigated in that kind of equipment.

Danny motioned as best as he could for Rex to help him lay Six down on the twin bed, seeing as that was the only place they could gently drop him off. Then Danny told Rex that he could use the computer to contact Providence or whomever he thought would help while Danny himself made sure Six wasn't going to suddenly die on them. Neither knew why Six might suddenly flat-line, but, then again, they weren't doctors either. Better safe than sorry.

As Rex moved over to the computer, he called over his shoulder, "Oh and be careful when you're near Six while he sleeps. If he suddenly wakes up, you won't know it until you're blasted off to the pearly white gates of heaven."

Immediately, Danny laughed, which made Rex pause. The black-haired boy continued to laugh until he saw the other boy's serious expression. Instantly, Danny paled as he suddenly became nervous around the unconscious man lying on his mattress. "Wait, you-you're serious about that?"

"So serious you can't even imagine how serious I am."

Ok, so, only half of this edited because, as of now, reading it is impossible. My mind is still stuck in the movie theater, for I have just gotten back from seeing Batman vs. Superman. (I'M SO EXCITED; IT DIDN'T CRASH AND BURN NEARLY AS BAD AS I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA-). So yeah. Also, this idea is kinda jacked up, seeing as I thought of the first part late at night, "developed" it in the early hours of morning, then thought up the last half of it after I'd gotten bored of it. (-AND THEY HAD JASON TODD REFERENCES-) So yeah, this chapter may be completely fucked up but, hey, the grammar's at least decent? (-AND I CAN'T STOP THE MINI-HEART ATTACKS I'M HAVING. SORRY.) So, again, yeah. Hope it was at least amusing. (I NEED TO BE SMACKED. SOMEONE OUT THERE, HELP ME!)

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