Sorry for not updating for a long time. I've been ignoring this a lot lately and I think my chapters are getting shorter and crappier. *sigh*

Adrian got up a few minutes after closing his eyes and rolling around on his "bed". He drowsily looked around and sat up slowly. Despite being very sleepy, he couldn't find the will to do so and just slouched over

I bet it's the guilt trying to haunt me, he decided. He clutched his chest and slowly started to squeeze it through the gray cloth he was wearing, attempting to get rid of the guilt. He squeezed harder, but it just gave him more pain and a pinkish mark on his chest

"This isn't working" he whispered to himself sadly. He stood up and rubbed his back, stretching and bending it as well. That "bed" really did its job, and that's break his spine. His eyes scoped around his room and they landed on his big, black scooter (how do you think he got there?)

It's the only way, he thought. It was true, riding on his scooter was his only way other way of clearing his mind without tiring him out too much

He lazily walked up and went to his bags first. He took out a dark blue vest and threw it on. Next, he slid across the room and grabbed the scooter by its handlebar. He dragged it across until he got to the metal door and opened it as quietly as possible, which is very hard since it was really rusty. It made squeaking and cracking sounds, but since he was in an entirely different floor from the others, it wasn't much of a big deal. He closed the door, once again quietly, and then placed his foot on the board. He swiped his foot off the floor, gliding roughly through the hall. He had to carry his scooter all the way downstairs since it was a pretty short ride. After riding through a couple more floors and halls, he decided this wasn't going to work. Instead of going to and fro, he went down to the ground floor and scooted outside instead. He was pretty sure he would be safe for the meantime, especially at this time of the night.

Rex had been flying around for nearly 2 hours now. He was getting very impatient with the whole trip he made.

Man, I should've really have thought about this. Maybe I should've just hacked a jet instead, he thought, slightly upset and annoyed. He'd been looking at the huge, green trees below for quite some time now. He lifted his head up before suddenly realizing he might end up getting a stiff neck. Up ahead, the sky wasn't in a dark blue hue, it was dark red. He gulped in nervousness but had a determined look set on his young face

"I'm getting you out of here, Adrian" he told himself, flying faster

The half EVO boy roamed around a while longer through the woods, looking around a bit as well. This place sure was bigger than he thought. He tried his best to avoid some of the cracks on the dry ground so he wouldn't fall off. But at the same time, he looked up at the dead trees around

Wow, if Van Kleiss used to control nature, you'd think he would've used that power to fix this place up, he thought to himself, joking a little. He got lost in his thoughts so much that he ignored the fault on the ground and he tripped up.

The wheel went over the fault and gravity did the rest. He got thrown off his scooter and fell on solid ground. He was thrown a little forward than intended so he got a few scrapes and got a deep cut after his arm met with a thorny branch nearby.

Gotta go back to treat this thing, he decided.

He stood up on his feet and took off his vest. He wrapped one part of it over his wound. Then, he lifted his scooter, boarded it and held on to the space between the two foam-covered handlebars. He peddled off and tried to keep his balance. Riding a scooter with one arm was harder than he intended it to be, but he knows no matter how small the injury, it could mean a big problem when it gets infected. He rode on faster, peddling furiously and trying his best to avoid the obstacles in his way. However, you can't avoid everything. A flat rock stood in his way, unnoticed and he tripped up again.

"Ow..." he groaned to himself. He pushed himself up. Successfully, he stood on the ground and just dragged his scooter across.

ROAR!

He heard. The earth shook rigorously and loud roars, snarls and moans were heard. It was deafening to his sensitive ears, but he didn't stop running. He had to get away, and he had to treat the wound. He ran frantically, but the earth shaking made him lose balance (again) and he let go of his scooter and the vest turned in loose, opening up the wound again. When he turned around while still on the ground, he saw a huge, slightly humanoid EVO just right there. Its green, slitted eyes stared at him, with the intent to kill. The monster started to lift one of his eight giant fists and aimed it at him

"Oh man!" he yelled in frustration. He knew he was in no condition to fight, so he simply awaited his untimely demise, too shocked to move and shut his eyes tightly, crossing his arms in front of him in a childish attempt of defense.

Well, this was short. Anyways, I really hope I'll be able to write the next chapter sooner...hopefully