Rex's vision was a blur as he slowly woke up from his sleep. His back ached and his legs throbbed. It took him a few minutes to get up from the solid platform. He looked at his surroundings and realized that he was placed in one of Providence's jail cells.

The walls in the large, square room were a sterile white, along with the floors. The walls were one solid material that went twenty feet high until it reached the ceiling. The reason for such high walls was so no one could escape from the vent on the ceiling. A single door sat on the far side of the room. A toilet was close to the 'bed' he was laying on.

He tried to activate his nanites, yet he had an idea that it wouldn't work. When the blue lines faded from his arms, his thoughts were confirmed. The area around him was surpresing his nanites. With the mention of nanites, he remembered the friends he was with, then the deadly four, and then Six.

Worry set into his veins. He yelled, "WHITE! What did you do with Six and the others?" He jumped up and swung his arms out as he yelled at the walls, "Where the hell are you White? I know you are there! Now show you're self and tell me what I want to know!"

"Now why would I want do that, Rex?"

The teen turned where his bed was. Above it, was White's image mocking him with a smirk. Rex growled low in his throat, "Because, I will find a way out of here and when I do, I will rip every limb from your body."

White huffed, "You have been around Six for too long and I seriously doubt that. But since you can't escape, I suppose I might as well and tell you," The man grabbed a glass of milk and took a sip. He continued, "Your EVO friends are in holds similar to yours. The others are in heavily guarded cells. As for Six, well, he is longer of use to us and is a threat. He will be terminated."

Rex roared in rage, "WHAT! You are going to kill Six when he used to be your partner! Your best agent!"

White huffed once more, "I am not going to kill him, and I am going to terminate his job post and sent to a secure island where his 'master' apparently died. Six is no longer of use to me and is more of a burden than a resource. I will let you and your friends go when we are done with Six." His face blinked out, returning the wall back to its white state. Ironic that the wall is white.

Rex kicked the wall in front of him. He paced the room, trying to think of a plan to save his friend. He couldn't give up now; he worked too hard to give up this far in the game.

The Providence warriors ran from the area as quickly as they came.

The battle lasted about twenty minutes before Kliess's enemies packed up and left. No one was killed, few were injured.

Van Kliess's EVOs went back into the castle. The master of them went in his place in confusion. His minions did not care why their enemies left. The leader of them, on the other hand, did. Kliess wondered why they would attack and then leave right after. It made no sense to him. The only reason they would stay so long was if they wanted to get...Six.

In panic, the man was a blur as he sprinted up the many stairs he had and reappeared right out side of Six's room. When he looked in, it looked like a whole war was taken place in that tiny area. Every piece of furniture were broken in millions of pieces or torn to shreds, even the books. He ran though out the castle, looking for his so called 'son'. He looked into every nook and cranny, yet, much to his distain, the child was no where in the castle.

Providence must have taken him. Now, he was going to take back what he stole from them...again. He called out, "Biowulf! Fetch Breach and Skalamander. We are going on a little trip."

The metallic wolf stuttered, "We can't sir."

Van Kliess raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me? Did you just talk back to me? Was that what I just heard? I told you to fetch the others!"

Biowulf starred at his master, "Something is wrong with Breach's nanites, she can't teleport. Your suit is also in repair, remember?" Van Kliess's scowl deepened. The lap dog raised his claws, "But we will be able to fix both in three days though Master! That will be plenty of time!"

The EVO king sighed, "Fine. Now go! Leave me be."

He narrowed his eyes at his clenched fist as his minion left. He will get that boy back if it is that last thing he does.

No one stole from Van Kliess, no one.

The EVO teen was now in that cell for a whole day. His meal appeared from the wall near his bed. A slot opened up and showed a mediocre meal for him. Rex took none of it. Nor did he take food the day after that that or the third. He did not trust anything that White did, not even what meals was prepared for him. Besides, he was focusing on something of great importance.

He sat in the middle of the room with his head hanging down. Black strands of hair fell above his eyes in a ghostly way. His hands lay gently on his crossed legs. He breathed in and out in a calm motion.

At first glance, it would appear that the teen had given up. That was not the case. Earlier on in his life at Providence, Six had shown him how to meditate. He taught him how to rid of his thoughts and focus on his inner self, or something like that. Rex didn't quite remember what Six had said, but he had remembered how to mediate.

He began to panic the first hour in his cell. He needed a calm mind to think of a tactical plan, and he knew how.

So, he sat down, crossed his legs, relaxed his shoulders, and took deep breaths. Everything around him was no longer there. He was now in his own little word. That did not mean his senses were not dulled.

His ears picked up on the door to his cell opening and closing again. He did not turn, nor did he stand. The mysterious person did not speak for a few minutes, as if the person was waiting for Rex to note the person's presence.

"R-Rex? Are you alright? Is there a reason why you aren't eating?" Silence. "Rex?"

The young Mexican took a deep breath, "What is it, César?"

The elder rubbed his arm, "Well, you haven't been eating your food and was wondering if something was wrong?"

Rex huffed, "I will be fine when my friends and I get out of here and find a cure for Six."

César rubbed his arm gently, "You will get out, and you're...friends, when Six is deported to the island. I'm sure White told you that part already. Hey, you know, when you are out we can go, uh, play basketball or something! Just like old times! It would be...oof."

The man had no time to finish his thought, for Rex ran at him at an unbelievable speed. He pinned his brother against the wall. His left arm held César's arm at his side and his right arm was against his brother's neck. If Rex wanted to, he could choke him (Six taught him many skills), yet he would do that. Not yet any how.

Rex growled, "You knew about this!"

César let out a few gasped responses. Rex loosened his hold on his soon-to-be-dead brother's neck. The man repeated in gasps, "I did-it," Gasp, "So you could spend time with your real," Pant, "Family."

A roared emanated from the teen. He grabbed César by the collar and threw him onto the ground, "What!"

The elder Mexican went on, "Six isn't your real father. Our real father was great person, a better person than that so called man. I decided that you should be with your own blood, someone who you know, and someone who..." Rex raised his hand and smacked his brother across the face.

The teen's shoulders shook and his hands trembled. "Don't you dare say that? Ever! I know him better than I know you. I don't know you! You are a stranger to me," Rex's strained face softened, "I wanted to know you, I really did. I was so glad to finally find someone from my family. You had no idea," Rex sighed deeply, "But Six found me César. He took me in and watched out for me."

He looked at his brother's dark eyes and continued, "He protected me and save my butt more times than you could possibly count. He was rough, but he usually supported me during a fight or helped me get stronger. He is the father that I don't remember? Isn't that enough for you? That I found people who love me and care for me? Do they really have to be my real family? Holiday is practically my mother and BoBo is like some weird, crazy brother. We may not be the most normal family, but they are my family. If you can't except that then you should just leave me be."

Rex walked towards his table for a bed and sat on it. He looked down at his hands in anguish. Tears pricked his eyes as he whispered, "Six always, always, had my back. I want to be able to have his. Now I can't do that." A single tear fell as he brought his hands up to his face.

Rex heard the door open and close again. He sighed; he knew César would've left. He should have resend with him instead of nearly choking him to death. His eyes closed briefly before the doors opened again. Rex refused to look up.

His eyelids opened when he was pulled forward. He looked up to see his brother pulling him out of the cell and into a long hallway. Out side of it were two unconscious guards. Rex looked down at the guards and back at his brother. Rex pulled them to a stop. He faced his brother, "OK, what the hell happened?"

César smiled sadly, "I understand now Rex. I was selfish and thought that only blood or friends you grew up with made a family. I thought you would've been happier with me, since I am your real brother. I guess that family is when you are with people you care deeply for; no matter how long you knew them, made a family. Now I am going to help you!"

Rex dropped his jaw, "You got that all in five minutes? Don't you ever stay on one side?"

The elder laughed, "If you haven't noticed, I am slightly different from other people."

Rex raised his hands in the air, "You're crazy!"

César laughed, "Maybe, maybe. Now let's get the others before White overrides the cameras again." He grabbed Rex's hand again and sprinted towards the other cells.

Bam, another one. I may not like Rex's brother much, but I didn't make him evil! I already made a fanfic on where he was evil. I thought I could give him a fighting chance. He is crazy though, I know everyone can agree on that.

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