"Ladies and gentlemen. I give you, life! LIFE!"
Nack flipped off the television. He sat on the bed in his white sleeping shirt and holding a pillow. He sighed and looked at his arm. It was still bandaged, but a lot better. He rubbed his cheek with his bare hand. Still a knot where Rex's metal tail whacked him. He pulled the blanket over his feet and rolled over on his side. He was beat, literally. He looked like he was hit by a truck. His hair was a mess, and his eyes had economy sized bags under them. Not that he was tired, just wore out. You would be too getting your ass kicked by someone like Rex. Better hope that it is someone LIKE him, if it WAS Rex...well, I'd be lucky to walk away alive.
Nic came out of the bathroom brushing her hair. It flowed like lavender waves over her shoulders which were covered by her blue nightshirt. She put it back in a braid and jumped on the bed where Nack lie. Nack mumbled something that Nic should be glad she didn't hear, rolled over on his stomach, and put the pillow over his head. Nic just shook her head and lie back. She turned the lamp out and they both went to sleep.
Meanwhile, Rex was pacing around the old building where he met his "death" so to speak. He picked up one of the beers, chugged it in one gulp, crushed the can into dust with his robotic hand, and blew it away out of his palm.
"How in the hell dose Dawson expect to get paid when he has such crappy aim? I mean, God, I have better aim than that, and I'm insane!" There Rex went talking to himself again.
"He refuses to believe that old age has finally caught up with him. But no matter. When my project is complete, I will have my revenge on all of them. ALL OF THEM, I SAY!" Rex yelled shaking his fist at the images in his twisted mind. Either he really lost it, or he's just mad. Either way, the duo better watch out.
Rex rubbed his chin with the back of his robotic forefinger. He snapped his metal fingers when his brain clicked.
"Of course! All the parts I need for component NO. 1 lie on a place Nack should be familiar with. If Dawson doesn't get him then, his old friends will! It's such irony, I just love it!"
Rex flipped up one of his armadillo like panels on his robot arm and punched in a few numbers. The silence was soon broken by a loud sound of something slicing at the air. A black chopper, bigger than the military use, landed perfectly in the driveway outside the factory.
"NOW IT'S ONWARD, UPWARD, STARWARD, WHATEVER ELSE!" Rex yelled over the loud slicing of the propellers, pointing to the sky like someone signaling Armageddon.
Rex slumped back in the pilots seat and manned the helm. He raised his arms in the air, crossed them Power Ranger style, pressed a button, and took off up into the sky.
Nic was woke up by the sound of a distant helicopter that grew louder as it flew over the building. She glanced over at her brother who was still sawing logs, and hugging the pillow under his chest, resting his chin on the open corner of it. She smiled and ran her bare fingers through Nack's moppy hair. He smiled as he slept away. Nic rolled over to return to the same.
"Zipping through the night sky I go
To kill people to and fro
Going to kill all the way to Thailand
Going to the FOALTING ISLAND!"
Rex's insane song continued as he approached his destination.
He jumped out of the helicopter and sent it on it's way.
"Now it's time for a scavenger hunt that will determine the fate of the entire planet! All I need to do is gather a few things here and there, and I'm all set. PROJECT ANNIHILATION will now begin!"
Nack flipped off the television. He sat on the bed in his white sleeping shirt and holding a pillow. He sighed and looked at his arm. It was still bandaged, but a lot better. He rubbed his cheek with his bare hand. Still a knot where Rex's metal tail whacked him. He pulled the blanket over his feet and rolled over on his side. He was beat, literally. He looked like he was hit by a truck. His hair was a mess, and his eyes had economy sized bags under them. Not that he was tired, just wore out. You would be too getting your ass kicked by someone like Rex. Better hope that it is someone LIKE him, if it WAS Rex...well, I'd be lucky to walk away alive.
Nic came out of the bathroom brushing her hair. It flowed like lavender waves over her shoulders which were covered by her blue nightshirt. She put it back in a braid and jumped on the bed where Nack lie. Nack mumbled something that Nic should be glad she didn't hear, rolled over on his stomach, and put the pillow over his head. Nic just shook her head and lie back. She turned the lamp out and they both went to sleep.
Meanwhile, Rex was pacing around the old building where he met his "death" so to speak. He picked up one of the beers, chugged it in one gulp, crushed the can into dust with his robotic hand, and blew it away out of his palm.
"How in the hell dose Dawson expect to get paid when he has such crappy aim? I mean, God, I have better aim than that, and I'm insane!" There Rex went talking to himself again.
"He refuses to believe that old age has finally caught up with him. But no matter. When my project is complete, I will have my revenge on all of them. ALL OF THEM, I SAY!" Rex yelled shaking his fist at the images in his twisted mind. Either he really lost it, or he's just mad. Either way, the duo better watch out.
Rex rubbed his chin with the back of his robotic forefinger. He snapped his metal fingers when his brain clicked.
"Of course! All the parts I need for component NO. 1 lie on a place Nack should be familiar with. If Dawson doesn't get him then, his old friends will! It's such irony, I just love it!"
Rex flipped up one of his armadillo like panels on his robot arm and punched in a few numbers. The silence was soon broken by a loud sound of something slicing at the air. A black chopper, bigger than the military use, landed perfectly in the driveway outside the factory.
"NOW IT'S ONWARD, UPWARD, STARWARD, WHATEVER ELSE!" Rex yelled over the loud slicing of the propellers, pointing to the sky like someone signaling Armageddon.
Rex slumped back in the pilots seat and manned the helm. He raised his arms in the air, crossed them Power Ranger style, pressed a button, and took off up into the sky.
Nic was woke up by the sound of a distant helicopter that grew louder as it flew over the building. She glanced over at her brother who was still sawing logs, and hugging the pillow under his chest, resting his chin on the open corner of it. She smiled and ran her bare fingers through Nack's moppy hair. He smiled as he slept away. Nic rolled over to return to the same.
"Zipping through the night sky I go
To kill people to and fro
Going to kill all the way to Thailand
Going to the FOALTING ISLAND!"
Rex's insane song continued as he approached his destination.
He jumped out of the helicopter and sent it on it's way.
"Now it's time for a scavenger hunt that will determine the fate of the entire planet! All I need to do is gather a few things here and there, and I'm all set. PROJECT ANNIHILATION will now begin!"