Author's Note: Replies

Crystal Peak: In anwer to your question, no this story shares no relation to Hijacked. And, LOL. WAY-deep down, I suppose both leaders have something tiny and shrivled up, that with some good dusting, could be called, "humanity". And, thanks, with the Breach thing. I wanted to explore the possibilities with her, because she is an interesting character to write for. So interesting infact, that I gave her a background in this chapter Though, it's not a cheery one. Thank you for you comment!

Feather's of a Raven: Oh, thank you! You have really made my day! It is always nice to get comments like yours! After this chapter, It may make a little more since as to why Breach is as…warped as she is. Thank you for being so complimentary! (Whoo, another suppporter of memory loss on the show!)

KaliAnn: Well, that pretty much sums it up. Thank you!

Chapter 10: Game Plan

Needle fingers clicked together, though the syringe points to the glove were currently sheathed. Golden thrumming fingers sounded through the empty room. Van Kleiss was alone, but that was to his liking, as his thoughts were more than enough company. These were thoughts of glory, of victory, and of triumph. Providence would fall; the cure would cease to exist, and all it had taken was an action so mind-numbingly simple. He smiled a genuine smile, one that was small, quiet, and harked back to the days when he was fully mundane. However, his fingers still clanked together, still sounding. He heard an angry roar from the throne room. The roar was angry, blinding fury pouring out of it; rage so clear you could have touched it. Yet, Van Kleiss could hear a single note of sadness, a single and quiet sound of a forlorn betrayal that was silently woven into the angry sound of the roar. Rex was his own symphony of emotion. It was a pity that the mechanical beast couldn't understand its own masterpiece. Van Kleiss closed his eyes, visually picturing his mental link with Rex. He felt the cable holding, but with a sharp and noticeable strain. He strengthened it mentally, and ordered the beast silent before disconnecting once again. Van Kleiss could feel the anger when he was connected to Rex, he could feel the intense and racking pain. Even he cringed slightly when the pain touched his mind, and it wasn't even his. Van Kleiss listened as one last drawn out and furious roar reverberated through the entire castle, leaving dim echoes of a heartbreaking sadness as it died. Leaning back into a stone chair that was serving as his second throne, Van Kleiss pulled his mind away from the sound- even though it didn't bother him quite as much as it should have, he still didn't like it. However, Van Kleiss was worried, if only slightly. A monster was hard to control. Rex was worse than a monster. Even in the small orders, such as silence, Rex had piped one last agony-drenched roar before he had halted his lonely song of hate. Such a small order and still resistance. They were only hours away from releasing Rex unto the world. If he couldn't obey such a simple order, what would he do when the orders were major? When following directions mattered? With his human hand Van Kleiss rubbed his already closed eyes, trying to soothe the headache that was screaming in his mind. Rex was surely causing it, with that cursed noise. He gave up and returned his hand to the throne. It was to late to stop the releasing of Rex. Van Kleiss could feel his patience die inside of him, and his heart craved it-the death of Providence. It simply demanded the stop of the cure. Their cure was his destruction, their hope was his death, their peace was his ever-lasting war. He couldn't wait. It wasn't an option. It wasn't feesable. Even if Rex disobeyed every order that was given to him, the result would be the same. So it didn't matter.

(Providence)

"Destroy? Eliminate?" Caesar was currently ranting, his fingers were scruching a piece of paper into uselessness, and his eyes could have set fire to the sun, "They are words for kill, Holiday! He wants to kill Rex!" Caesar was suddenly torn between wanting to crumble to the ground, or to punch something. He chose to punch something,and his hand crumpled with a crunch into a near white desk. His hand turned red and swelled, but Caesar didn't pay any attention. He just stood there with his head lowered.

"I lost him. I lost him once. Now, now after I have just gotten a small piece of him back, I lose him mentally. And now…now I have lost him physically. Now I have lost him, and lost him, and lost him, Holiday." Caesar murmured quietly, and then added even softer, "I am starting to fear I will never get my little brother back."

Holiday looked at this man, this ever changing puzzle. His head was tucked nearly to his chest, his chin resting in the crook of his neck, his black hair spilling out in a mess over his forhead and brushing his rib cage. He had his eyes shut as though that would block out the world, and his hand was still locked in a death grip on the unlucky sheet of paper he had been holding. He looked angry and sad at the same time, an ugly combination.

She didn't know what to say to him, however. She didn't know anything about him, She walked over to him, and laid a catious hand on his shoulder. When the hand wasn't refused, she looked up at him, forcing warm into hier eyes.

"It'll be okay." She said to him. He looked down on her a nidded grimmly.

"How?" Caesar said, suddenly turning to her, his eyes locking down onto hers, "How will all of this be okay? My only brother, the last of my family, is an amnesiac who doesn't even know me, and he is currently staying with a lab rat known as Van Kleiss, and said unspeakable snake In the grass has turned him, my hermono, into that." Caesar said furiously, his finger jabbing angirly at a screen behind him, displaying a picture of an all EVO Rex.

Holiday stepped back, caught off guard with how quickly the quiet man had gone from sorrow to such an bitter and intense anger. She made her eyes steely, but remembered that fighting with him was pointless, unproductive and wouldn't help Rex….or Six. Her own heart faltered to and Holiday looked down, once again taken aback by how just his name was affecting her. She stepped away from the feeling, and then spoke in a quiet voice.

"I don't know, Ceasar," she said, but then looked up, her peiceing green eyes borring into his, "But I am certain that standing here and yelling about it won't help Rex." With that, Holiday turned on her black high heels and walkede over to her chair, sat down, and let her work absorb her.

Caesar felt hot shame wash over him before he stiffly walked over to his clunky computer. He didn't sit down, though. Instead he set his mind to work. His eyes closed and he concentrated, pushing away his emotions, far away and out of sight. There was work to be done.

(Six)

Bethany Deekler was the only receptionist working at the ER that day. It was mid-afternoon and she was busy, busy, busy. It was always busy after an EVO attack and even a few days after, because so many people were injured, worried that they had somehow 'caught' a nanite desiease, or something else, and then there were the people that just had normal problems. People bussled in and out of the door, all wanting attention, and all demanding it at that very moment. She swept her eyes over the crowd that was currently occupying the waiting room, noting that only a few of these patients were actually in need of serviceing. She was about to call in Allison Richardson, one of the patients who didn't need to be there, when a man stumbled in. He had a serious expression, though his eyes were covered in green shades that looked aroud the room. He was wearing a shirt that had probably been white at one point, but was now covered in dirt and…burn streaks. His green slack had material missing below the knee, and they too were discolored by flith and scorch marks. He hand was hanging limply at his side, and the other was adjusting his shades. Most of the skin that was showing was inflamed and Bethany could tell that those were burn marks, verying from second to third degree. It was amazing to her that the man had managed to walk here without help. His shades ran over her and he started to make his way there when Bethany snapped out of it.

"No, sir!" she said, grabbing a wheel chair from behind her desk, rushing at him while unfolding the mobile seat.

Right as she reached him, he said, "I need to use the phone."

"What you need is some treatment, let me-"

Six stopped and turned his face on the women, killing the sentence instantly.

"I need to use the phone." He said sternly, ignoring the now quiet ER room.

"But, but, sir," she started again.

The man's eye brows flattened over his shades, and she could tell he was frustrated. Six pulled out his ID which was partailly burned, out of his pocket.

"I am Agent Six of Providence, and I am requesting to use your phone to contact Providence on a serious matter." He said, a tone that told everyone he was not pleased.

"R-right away, sir." She said, and she ran to her desk, and phoned Providence.

Six walked over, paying no attention to the sting of each foot step, and he grabbed the phone away.

The phone started to ring.

(The Pack)

Breach was still on the beach, waiting. She didn't mind waiting, because it was all a game. And after this game of hide-and-seek, they were going to play tag. And Rex was 'it'. She smiled widely. Yep, the Pack and New Shiny Rex were going to play the best game of tag the world had ever known! And, they were going to let everyone play with them.

She was almost fully preparred now. She was ready to open something of that size. She was ready for the games to start, after all hide-and-seek was just a little boring now. Just to much of a good thing, she thought almost poutily.

She felt Biowuldf again. He was telling her to get to a city. It had to be a big one, and it had to be iconic. Breach nodded to herself. Iconic? She though back to the last time she had really noticed people and what mattered to 'the normals'. Reach didn't really care for people who weren't EVO anymore. She remembered caring. She remembered going to her private school and being popular, being pretty. She remembered the time when she would get e-mails and texts about the latest party. She remembered late nights in some guy's beach house. She remembered being happy, content, and not wanting for anything. Then, it had happened. Then she had changed. She had woken up to find her hands deformed, mishappen, different, with an extra pair of dainty arms newly grown under her original pair. Well, Mommy and Daddy hadn't liked that. No, no, no, no. That wouldn't do at all, not one little bit. Mommy and Daddy were perfect, perfect, perfect. No flaws, not even one. They couldn't have a daughter like her. Nope, nope, nope. So they had taught Breach a lesson, a very important one. "If it wasn't perfect, you got rid of it,". They had followed that rule perfectly, and Breach had lost everything all at once. Dhe cringed as she thought of Daddy staring at her, his face traced with lines of dissapointment.

"I'm sorry, baby girl," he said, trying really hard to look at the creature in front of him and trying to see his daughter, "But, you see why we can't keep you, no like…this."

That's when she had lost her house, her friends, her everything. That's why in her worlds, everything had to be perfect. Because something that wasn't could not stay, even if she loved it. She frowned, not liking where her choo-choo train of thought was riding. She halted it. So, what city was iconic to people. She thought back to her first couple days on the street. Iconic, iconic, iconic-an icon. Hmm, she thought kicking her legs back and forth. What had been important to Daddy? And Mommy? Perfection, perfection, perfection. She thought back, what did people love? They loved other people. They loved money. The loved perfection. Her face screwed up in concentration. Then an image flashed in her mind. A lot of images actually. Shirts that flashed "I Heart NY". She thought about it. It had a lot of people, a lot of money, and while it wasn't perfect, it had bright lights and attractive things. She smiled. New York. New York, New York. She laughed. Yes, the perfect place for tag. The perfect place for New Shiny Rex.

She wanted to laugh out to the world, but she just sat in her chair and smiled, swinging her legs excitedly back and forth. Whoo, what fun! Then she was swallowed by one of her portals, routed in seconds to the chosen game board. She was standing in an ignored parking lot, and it was getting late. All the lights were bright and glowing with electic colors. She smiled. This was the place. This was definetly the place.

Mommy and Daddy would be proud.