Chapter 7
"What do you mean Rex is gone?!" Holiday pulled out her hair, howling at Six.
Six held his ground and cool composure, "It's not that simple Doctor. The girl- Breach- had us occupied, meanwhile, she split open a portal here in Providence and abducted Rex. The same way she did with Seven."
"I thought we were watching him!?"
"We were. Breach caught us by surprise with her assault. She won't be able to keep them forever. With Rex and Seven working together they have a better chance of escaping." Six motioned toward Breach who was behind, bulletproof, blacked out, fire resistant glass.
Holiday stomped her heel and crossed her arms, "But the fact that we had to stupidity not to use the sedatives, and or nanite-restricting walls. We could've been paying attention to where Rex was, and having him monitored 24-7."
"I'll talk to White. You focus on getting Breach to release them." Six turned around, his shoes clapping against the hard floors.
"Why do I have to stay here? I can talk to White." Holiday placed her hands on her hips.
"Because if interrogate her, there's a chance-" Six paused, rethinking the dangerous possibilities and settling on his original decision. He spoke professionally, "You're still aware of Agent Seven's and my own relationship?"
"Oh, I get it." Holiday replied quickly, knowing the brother-sister relationship. Even though the two didn't happen to always get along, they were best friends, and believed in mutual survival through the family. Moving towards the green-clad man, she gave a corky smile, "Six, we both know your 'off the chart behavior' has died down by now."
The former-mercenary's eyebrow lifted slightly, "No comment."
White massaged his temples with his eyes closed in angry vehemence, "Let me get this straight, Agent Six. You let, two of our best assets, get taken hostage, by a member of the Pack?" The man's voice escalated in a crescendo.
Six gritted his teeth and stood firm. "It was not my own fault. Rex was parading alone when he should have been accompanied with someone for safety reasons. Seven was carrying out standard orders. Both were taken by surprise. We underestimated our current enemy and we are taking care of the situation."
"Then take care of the situation faster. Clean up this mess before it goes public. We don't need people snooping around learning what happened. Understood?"
"Affirmative." Six nodded curtly, his hands clenched in frustration.
Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! "WAKE UP SEVEN!" Rex yelled, patting Seven's cheek at a rapid pace.
The girl stirred. Her eyes gently opened, and she growled - smacking Rex's arm away. Seven awkwardly propped up, rubbed her cheek that Rex was slapping. Her voice was muffled. "Mpf. I feel weird. Annnd whhat was daht forrrh?"
"Nothing." Rex snickered.
Seven eyes jerked open wider, the girl tried to sit up. She felt dizzy and light headed, like she had just been punched in the chest. There was also a tight, crusty feeling on her forehead. "Um. How long was I out?"
"Maybe like ten minutes. You got really cold, and injured and,- yeah." Rex rubbed the back of his spiky hair, making it stick up even more. He glanced at her dizzy demeanor, and realized it was from blood loss. "How's your head?"
"Ngh, fine." Seven kept rubbing her cheek. "But your arm looks worse." She gestured at the bloodied, mangled scratch, "Let me help?"
Rex looked back up at Seven, "Alright but be careful."
The girl nodded and slowly peeled off Rex's orange and red biker jacket, pulling an angry hiss from Rex's mouth, "Okay. More careful. I'm not resistant to pain like you."
Seven focused on the task at hand, ignoring his comment, "Oh please. I'm not resistant to pain. I just have a high tolerance for it." The girl produced another small knife on cut his shirt away, pulling back the fabric that embedded in the wound. Rex's legs writhed and kicked, trying to think of something better than the pain.
"Stop moving." Seven hissed back, and put a hand on Rex's shoulder holding him down.
"But- Seven I-"
"Shut up if you want to live." Seven snapped, forming a light smirk across her face, that showed off her dimples. Rex tried moving again, but Seven then moved across his legs and pushed him down using her weight to pin him down. The girl noticed the resistance, and tenseness of Rex's muscles which obviously had agony coursing through them.
"Rex." Seven softly spoke, leaning down into his ear, "I'm going to use your shirt to wrap your arm, but I'm going to need to you to hold perfectly still, understand?"
"Yeah rookie. Just get it over with." Rex groaned wearing his classic smile. Seven held some of the strips of Rex's shirt in her teeth, the other end in one of her hands, slitting it down the middle with her knife. Seven then scanned the area for something important. Seven spotted then something in a patch of clovers to Rex's left. Seven leaned over quickly plucking it and put it in her mouth and started chewing. After a while she spat them into the cloth and moved it to Rex's arm.
"Woah there, chiquita. I don't want your spit in my arm." Rex pushed Seven's hands away.
"And I don't want to risk infection and have to amputate your arm. Idiota." Seven retorted.
Rex raised an eyebrow, confused.
"That was some mint just to clean my mouth. Awhile back, Cezar tested my saliva for lysozymes-" Seven glanced at Rex's questioning look. "-Like how a dog will lick it's wounds, and it heals?" A look of realization flushed through the boy. "-And it turns out, I have them. Ironic? Yes. Helpful? Yes."
Rex reluctantly let Seven bind his arm. The lysosymes had an affect almost like some hydrogen peroxide. For a few moments it burned and fizzed as it worked away, fighting the bacteria and infection trying to spread. The Hipanic refused to show any exhibitions of the pain and gave the girl a forced smile. She only gave a stoic stare. Rex laughed as the burning fade into a dull throb, "Heh! You get weirder and weirder."
"And you continually get more annoying." The girl tightly bound Rex's arm in the cotton. Seven finished the chore quickly, quite obvious Rex was in skilled hands, the girl often repeating the process for battle wounds.
Rex stared at the girl's injury on her forehead, "You need some too." He held up some of the shirt to Seven's face, to dab at the blood, but she ground her teeth and turned away.
"No." She firmly napped, "It smells like Rex sweat. Besides, I can take care of myself." Seven reached behind her neck and pulled out her microchip.
"Oh! So I let you coat my arm in your spit," The inky-haired teen took a moment to enforce the reason, "But you refuse me to clean up your blood because it smells like my sweat?" Rex teased.
"That's different. One, my spit has a good use. And two, you have no idea what your sweat really smells like, and how strong it is because you sense of smell is weak." Seven went back to her microchip.
"Pft. Morphs." Rex crossed his arms, and stuck his tongue out at Seven.
"Pft. Rex." The girl stuck out her own tongue, and pulled up her files on her chip, creating a holographic touchable screen, Rex's grin widening in awe.
It projected Seven's torso, it opened up with a list of options that included several computer terms. She then selected Functioning Health, and a massive list of health code numericals, past injuries, health conditions, and current damaged codes. The girl's fingers danced across the screen directing the circuitry, geometrical figures, and equations across the screen. The girl's eyes flickered across the light blue projections. She selected several options, rewriting equations and backing them up with firewalls. Seven quickly finished and re-inserted it back into her base of her neck, as the gash on her forehead began retracting and the blood seeped back into the cut.
She let out a grunt, Seven's face showing the presence of pain for a half-second. Forcing herself to a standing position, she held out her arm to Rex.
Rex whined, "Awww, I wish I was an algorithm. Accelerated healing is totally in."
She hoisted the Hispanic to his feet, "We should get moving."
"We should. But. I think we should sit here and sleep instead." He grinned, adjusting his goggles, and nodding at the ground.
Seven punched him in the shoulder. "We've got three ways to do this. My way. My way. My way."
"I don't wanna do it your way, OR your way." Rex crossed his arms with a pout.
"You don't have a choice." Seven firmly replied, leaving him no opportunity to interject.
"Or what?" Rex rubbed his injured arm, wearing a cocky, challenging look. "You'll punch me harder?"
She answered by hitting him even harsher.
The duo had located a huge meadow that expanded for about mile. Sitting directly in the center was a long, shimmering, D-shaped, lake. It was surrounded and sheltered by lush trees and sheltered by large misty mountains that towered over them, casting the twilight shadows over the valley.
They sat near the lake on a fallen tree with moss and lichens decorating it. Seven was checking up on the boy's injured arm which she had punched, causing Rex some minimal bruising.
"So Doctor, tell me . . . Will I live?" Rex leaned in towards Seven breathing on her ear.
The ravenette rolled her eyes, and yanked the bandage tighter, pulling a wince out of Rex, "Unfortunately."
The girl stood and surveyed the area. The two teens positioned at the bottom half of the D. "I'm gonna start a fire. Help out?"
"Nah I'm just gonna sit here."
The girl walked away from Rex, back towards the woods. Seven ignored his snarky comments, and kept walking.
Rex laughed, "I was joking Seven, just joking." The Hispanic yelled after her, teasing even more. "If you happen to run by a Starbucks, I'd love a frappuccino!"
Seven didn't even bother to turn. The girl disappeared into the woods.
The boy pushed himself standing and walked along the shoreside of the lake, picking up a few stones and making his way back to the place where Seven patched him up, slowly forming a circular groove of rocks, and pulling out the grass and weeds. As Rex stood admired his work when he heard a slight rustle as Seven walked out of the woods carrying an armload of wood, moss, and a handful of tinder and set it down.
"What!? No dinner?! What does a guy have to do to eat around here?" The boy whined dramatically.
"Fine." Seven's eyebrows raised, "You hungry? Go get yourself some food." Seven tossed the compound bow at Rex, the Hispanic clumsily catching it.
"Never mind." Rex said instantly, sitting down with the girl who began working the sticks into a small teepee using some twine to tie the top, and stuffing some tinder underneath.
Seven smirked and slit a large piece of wood down the middle, the inside being hollow and dried up. The girl stuffed so tinder on the inside of one part of he tube, and with the other, she held it between her knees, "Watch and learn." The girl then began rubbing the stick with tinder inside, against the other one, pressing down hard and scratching vigorously.
The girl brought the smoldering wood to her lips and blowed strongly on the small embers, more smoke puffing up. Seven's cheeks were puffed from the blowing, as the small red embed ignited. The girl accompanied the burning tinder with a stick, placing it inside the fire, the teepee lighting up in flame.
"Oooooh!" Rex grinned again, moving close to the burning.
"Easy there pyro. Being an arsonist is always fun until you get burned." Seven scolded, standing up from her kneeling position and walking back toward her pile of earthen supplies. Seven slowly stood and stretched, arms growing wide.
Rex watched the girl turned her back to everything, recognizing a move that Six taught him. The motions she was making got blood circulating through your body and kept your limbs loose.
As the girl moved her body into various flexes, and statures, he slowly noticed her hands slowly emanating with an aura. Humming and spinning, her hands seemed to buzz and create an invisible magnetic field. Rex noticed Seven's movements became rigid and forced, as uncontrolled energy built up in her arms.
"Hey uh, Seven. Are you aware of your hands-"
There was an explosion of light, and massive shockwaves rippled through the ground, feeling like small earthquakes. Rex was thrown backwards, and landed twenty feet to the right of the small fire.
So sorry about the late update, I've been having trouble keeping up with everything. If you enjoyed this chapter, or have a suggestion to improve please feel free to review! Thanks to anyone who's been reviewing, favoriting, and following my stories. I'll update again soon, - Legend's Fighter