The more I thought about it the more I realized that most of Providence would not be happy about living with an EVO
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The world shows no love for EVOs. It doesn't matter if you come with the cure to nanites, if you're an EVO you're greeted with hate and resentment. Just ask Rex, he won't tell you what happens, but you can see it in his eyes, in his scars, they scream it, child abuse.
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It's surprisingly easy to hit a child when you're telling yourself that he's not a child. At least it would seem that way.
The first person to hit Rex was a grunt. He slapped the twelve-year-old, then he kicked him in the gut. He walked away muttering about EVOs. Rex pulled himself back onto his feet, the masked faces of foot soldiers all looking in his direction, some glanced around as if they expected the boy's protector to show up and murder everyone in the hall for not stopping the abuser. But the green suited ninja did not appear, and everyone went on with their lives. But that day stuck in everyone's head, that was the day that they realized that Six couldn't constantly protect the boy.
It was also the day that they realized that there was a great outlet for their anger wandering the halls of Providence. It was the beginning of something, something terrible. It was becoming normal for Rex to be smacked or kicked by an agent, the boy was adjusting to it, it's not like he had anything else to compare it to, for him this was normal. For three years he let them beat him, he made up excuses, lies about there he got this bruise or that one.
Of course it got to be too much for the boy sometimes, that's why he never spent time in Providence. That's why he broke out all the time, he didn't have anywhere to go, not really, just a cave, a hole in a Cliffside, he brought things out there sometimes, filled it with things, drawings, pencils, pens, highlighters, sharpies anything that he could find in Providence that he could draw with. He stole things later, finding that he was rather good at that. Rex's cave was his safe place, it was just him, him and his thoughts and his stolen things. In a way Rex liked the way things where. It was probably denial but he still tried to look on the bright side, he was alive, he had Six and Holiday and Bobo and they never hurt him, he had his cave, and he had a job, which was more that some, right? Rex didn't want anyone to try and stop the abuse. What could they do? Fire the abusers? More would come, there was a steady stream of EVO hates coming into Providence, the best thing he could do was settle in and be glad that it wasn't as bad as it could be.
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Of course you couldn't expect things to never change, and the agents couldn't expect that Six would never be around. They were good at staying out of Six's way but they couldn't expect it to last forever. And one day their luck ran out
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Rex was curled up on the ground, wishing that Providence uniforms didn't include steel-toed boots. A kick landed on his collar bone, the impact may have been enough to break it on a regular person, but Rex wouldn't know. Another person kicked him from behind, the group laughed at Rex. There were five of them, all kicking and swearing, one person kicked Rex in the head, causing stars to explode in his eyes. Then there was a green flash, and the grunts scattered, Rex felt someone pick his up gently, the boy opened his eyes, finding himself against a familiar green suit, "don't tell Holiday" he managed to get out before everything when black.
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