Ok, so I know that I said that I would do this before I left, but vacation's sucked all of my time away so I will finish it in this chapter.
Also I would like to thank all of my reviewers. You've been great. I also would like to thank my friend for looking over my chapters for grammar and spelling mistakes. You know who you are.
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Rex's toes curled over the edge of the roof. His wings spread soaking up the sunlight. He could feel the wind tickling his feathers and hear it whispering in his ears, beckoning him. Rex folded his wings against his back and climbed back into his room through the window.
"Rex," someone called from down stairs. The boy wandered down the hall and peered over the banisters. A woman in a white lab coat stood below smiling up at him.
"Dinner time," she said. Rex raced down the stairs and into the kitchen, a smile on his face. The man in the green suit was already at the table. Rex sat down next to him and the woman sat across from him.
A little while into the meal, the woman gazed thoughtfully out the window and asked, "Why don't you fly anymore?"
Rex was surprised. They hadn't asked him anything like that before.
"I guess I just don't need to anymore," he told her.
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Rex's eyes fluttered open as the car came to a stop in front of a house; he sat up and examined the area. Rain pattered down on grass all around them. Past the grass rectangle that was their front lawn was a thick forest. The only visible break in the tree line was a dirt road.
"Wow, you guys really picked a place in the middle of nowhere," he commented as he got out of the car. He gazed up at the house while Six opened the trunk of the car.
"We thought that would be best for you," Holiday told him, picking up a box. "Now come help us bring the boxes in."
Rex picked up a box with the words REX'S ROOM drawn on the side in black sharpie. "So, how did you get White to let me go?" Rex asked.
"I threatened to tell the media," Six answered.
"You where bluffing, right?"
"Of course," Six said as he unlocked the door.
The house had two floors: three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a laundry room. It was tiny when compared to Providence but Rex didn't really care. In fact, he preferred it.
He found his room with no problems. It was painted orange. On one side of the room was his bed, on the other was a TV, and opposite the door was a window with a desk under it complete with bookshelves on either side. Rex set down the box and wandered over to the window. A little bird had nested on the window sill. Its brown feathers and small stature seemed familiar to Rex, like he had seen it before in a dream.
"Rex," Rex jumped when Six said his name.
"Jeez Six, could you like, try to walk more loudly or something? You scare the crap out of everyone." Rex joked. Six responded with a raised eyebrow.
"We need to talk about your builds," Six said.
"Um, ok?" Rex said voice thick with confusion.
"You can't use them," his voice was firm and clear. He was expecting to have to fight Rex on this.
"Ok," Rex said. Six raised an eyebrow.
"I don't need them anymore. I'm safe here," Rex explained.
"Yes, you are," Six agreed.