Hello! This is a blooming romance between Six/Rex. I do not own Generator Rex MOA does. If I DID own Generator Rex, it would go like this:
Conrí stared absentmindedly at the photos he had locked away in a secret folder on his computer. Most of them were rather old… The youngest photograph was around five months old. The oldest was taken before he was born.
He stared at the picture of the not so happy couple. The woman was pregnant. There were the ghosts of bruises hidden under makeup on her wrists, face, and neck. Her gentle grey eyes were sad yet warm. Her skin was deathly pale and her long raven curls had lost their sheen. Oh but she had been so beautiful once upon a time…
Then there was him… The bastard had onyx eyes. They were cold and dead. His skin was pale and his hair was a very dark chestnut. He was admittedly a handsome man even though the smile on his face was sinister at best.
There was a knock at his door. Conrí swore and closed the file.
"What!" He snapped.
The door slid open, revealing a bemused Dr. Holiday, "Good morning to you too… Have you been crying?!"
Conrí growled and shoved her out of his room, "Sarah I can do my work perfectly well in my room so stop shoving your nose where it isn't wanted and leave."
The door slid shut behind him and he quickly hacked it so she wouldn't be able to get in.
"I'm just concerned about you! You don't have to be so juvenile about it!" Holiday screamed at the door.
Though she realized with a small smile that he didn't swear like a sailor at him. It was small but it was progress…
Conrí was slowly warming up to Sarah Holiday there, but it was hard feeling an attraction for a woman as beautiful as her when she was also his "prison warden". Fortunately, Sarah tended to work herself to exhaustion so he could sneak out every once and a while.
He had to admit… He felt bad for the older woman. She had to find a cure for the incurables. He knew that while she was doing this for the world, the primary reason such a feat interested her was because of her little sister.
'Beverly…' Conrí snorted, 'What a terrible name…'
Beverly was only thirteen when she became an EVO. She's sixteen now and missing out of so much in her life…
Conrí sighed. He was relieved that Ghost was a "normal" EVO. She had control over her actions. Though he wondered where "fun" fit into her life…
Ghost was obsessed with learning and making her fathers proud. Conrí had no idea where that came from.
'Probably years of being strapped to a table and tortured,' he thought angrily.
Conrí hacked into Ghost's file. Ninety percent of the original file from the facility was blacked out. This file was only a copy. There was no uncovering what they really did to her without the master file and that was never recovered because they never found the lead scientist.
There was also a video missing… But Conrí couldn't bring himself to watch any of those. Six couldn't either because he never accessed them. The only ones who had were Holiday, for research purposes, and White. God only knows why White would willingly watch a video of a little girl being tortured…
'Fucking sick bastard.'
The hacker clicked moved on to look at her grades and smirked. Ghost had straight A's. He hadn't gotten straight A's until he hacked into his records at school and changed them so he could get into Carnegie Mellon University for computer science. Not that that was why he was such a good hacker mind you… Conrí had been hacking way before he ever set foot in university.
He loved hacking. It was a challenge. There were some days that were so pathetically easy that he almost considered quitting. Then there were others that led him to believe that it would be easier to find and fuck the Loch Ness Monster.
It was all a game and he was the greatest player.
Conrí yawned and looked at the clock on his silver Alienware laptop. It read 7AM. He had been awake for the past two forty-two hours. Conrí enjoyed hacking. He found virtually breaking into high security facilities thrilling. The hacker loved uncovering secrets and storing them on one of his many external hard drives. He had more government secrets than the government itself.
Conrí also liked locking people out. He would prolong the process though; lull the other hacker into a false sense of security then BAM! He would reverse hack them, stealing all their secrets, getting their location, and sending them away for a very, very long time with the evidence he gathered.
Conrí locked down his room. Whoever wanted in badly enough to touch his keypad would be lightly shocked. He also shut down the screen and the alarm in his room.
'White can go fuck himself. I want to sleep.'
He stripped down to nothing and collapsed into bed. If there were any kind of virtual emergency then he would be alerted. Other than that the world, as far as he was concerned, didn't exist. He played his twenty-four hour long recording of thunderstorms to block out the noise of a certain obnoxious scientist.
Conrí hated to admit it but that woman was getting under his skin… And he was beginning to like it so long as it didn't interfere with his sleep.
Meanwhile Spirit was listening to stories from her papa and Uncle Cesar's childhood. It was getting late and the adults had cracked open a bottle of wine. The little girl was currently sitting next to her new bisabuela with a broad grin on her face. Her papa and uncle were so silly as children!
Abuela laughed, "Your papa was so obsessed with the idea of being a hero luchadore that he would wear his underwear on his head and run around with Frederico. They were "Cabeza de Trapo" and they loved to follow poor Cesar around with their underwear on their head."
Spirit silently laughed her little head off at her papa and uncle Frederico's antics. Six chuckled while Rex buried his face in his hands out of embarrassment and red-faced Frederico managed to sneak away unnoticed. He had wanted to call his girlfriend, Maria, anyway. She had a "special" birthday present planned for him…
Abeula continued her story once the laughter quieted enough for everyone to hear, "They would run around "saving" people or in some cases animals. Your uncle, Cesar, had a pet monkey named "Cheeky". One day Cheeky knocked over some chemicals in his lab and set it on fire while playing. He was so mad he locked Cheeky in his cage. Rex and Frederico as "Cabeza de Trapo" snuck into the lab and set Cheeky free. Cheeky ran wild and got into the kitchen where he threw… Well he threw things around when into the kitchen."
Cesar groaned and imitated Rex by hiding his face in his hands. They knew what monkeys typically threw… Spirit, on the other hand, was clueless and thought that Cheeky was throwing around food. Six and the Salazar siblings intended to keep it that way…
Callan had been laughing the loudest, "So "monkey" was an appropriate nickname for you then? Why don't you have Cheeky now?"
Cesar sighed, "He escaped into the wild. I may be a scientist but I don't believe in animal cruelty."
"How did you get Cheeky in the first place," Six asked.
"I broke into a lab with my ex, Valentina, and we freed a bunch of animals. Cheeky wouldn't leave me alone so I kept him. He was crazy though. I don't know what kind of testing they did on him but there were good days and bad days. I think it made him manic depressive and possibly bipolar."
"Wait… Valentina?! She was the activist I ran into when we investigated the Chupacabra! You were a member of the Green Fist?!" Rex demanded.
Cesar sighed and nodded.
"Damn… A hippy scientist…" Rex laughed.
"Oh shut it Cabeza de Trapo!"
Callan raised an eyebrow, "So… There was a Valentina?"
"Like there wasn't an Ivy," Cesar accused with a playful glare.
Callan coughed and looked away.
"What was she like?"
"Anyway, she was crazy, mean, and obsessed over her "job"."
"Like Ivy," Callan muttered, " the dramatic, self-centered beauty queen…"
"Like Five," Six added with a look of distaste.
"Still… You have to admit, they are beautiful. …If you like women that is," Rex hastily added.
Six raised an eyebrow, "Do I have to make it so you forget you ever liked women in the first place?"
Callan and Cesar stared at Six in shock… Rex laughed. Six had a tendency to get a little… Chatty. When he drank more than his customary glass of wine a night. He mostly drank it for the health benefits, but also for research, though the agent was already fairly certain as to what kinds of wine he wanted to make.
Rex leaned in and purred, "Maybe. Alejandro…"
A shiver raced down Six's spine as he made a mental note to thank Abuela for making him expose his name to the world. He smirked and gave Rex a sweet, yet perfectly chaste kiss on the lips.
It took all of his willpower not to scrunch up his nose… The horchata on his lips mixed with the spiced wine on Six's. It wasn't the most pleasant combination of overly sweet and slightly sour. The Latino teen made a mental note to brush his teeth before trying that again.
Abuela chuckled as she saw Spirit make a face and cover her eyes, "you'll understand one day when you find a beloved of your own, mija."
Spirit scrunched up her nose in disgust and disagreement.
Six patted her on the head, "Good girl."
The little girl hugged her daddy with a grin that turned into a poorly disguised yawn. She had no idea why she was so sleepy! It was then that she decided that soccer was fun but it was so tiring! It was worse than martial arts!
Cesar groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I don't need to hear that kind of talk directed at my little brother."
Callan shook his head and sighed, "Reminds me of when gentlemen would call for Annamarie."
"Who?" Rex asked.
"My little sister."
"What's she like?"
"Lets just say I worked the ranch. She works our father's credit card."
Cesar frowned, "She can work his credit card all she wants but she's not goin' near ours when we take over the ranch."
"Wait… You guys are taking over Blue Mountain Equestrian," Rex demanded, "That's in Highland Park, Texas! Six and I want to go to Loire Valley in France…"
Callan chuckled, "You know, Rex, there is a little thing called skype."
"But its not the same," the Latino teen said with a pout.
"Six'll make sure you're good and distracted."
Cesar groaned, "Change of subject. Please."
Six raised an eyebrow and went to say something. Rex effectively cut him off by kissing him. The agent smirked against his lips, thoroughly amused by his chéri's method of shutting him up.
"Can we just go back to the embarrassing childhood stories?"
Abuela chuckled, "Alright. One more and then its off to bed with you young lady."
Spirit pouted. While she wasn't entirely sure why everyone was so loud and chatty she figured it had something to do with the bottle they were drinking from. The bad man used to drink like this but he would become evil. Everyone here was just getting silly.
'Maybe it affects people in different ways,' she reasoned, 'still smells yucky though…'
Abuela grinned when she came up with the perfect story.
"When Cesar was four his mother warned him in her own quirky way not to touch cactus. Violetta said, "Don't shake hands with a cactus". I'm not quite sure what was going through that boy's head but as soon as she looked away we heard crying. Cesar's hand was covered in cactus needles. It took her an hour to pull them out with tweezers."
Everyone burst out laughing. Rex was by far the loudest of them all. Cesar's face turned beet red… Spirit laid her head on the table. Her body shook with laughter as she pounded on it with her fist.
"So what were you thinking, Monkey?" Callan asked in between laughter.
"Well, Cowboy, I was thinking that shaking hands was a friendly gesture so what could possibly go wrong?"
Callan let out a bark of laughter, "Having a hedgehog for a hand for starters."
"You're sleeping on the sofa."
The Texan smirked, "No I'm not."
"…Try me."
"Abuela doesn't have enough pillows for you to cuddle like an octopus," Callan pointed out with a triumphant look on his face.
Cesar glared and huffed at his beloved because he knew he was right.
"Come on cactus boy," Callan said, finishing his beer, "I'll make it up to ya."
The scientist quickly downed the rest of his banana rum smoothie and followed him, "Goodnight everybody."
Abuela shook her head, "Always so passionate that one."
"He's not the only one," Six stated with an amused smirk.
"Okay!" Rex said snatching his wine glass, "You've had a little too much."
Abuela chuckled at the young man's red face, "Come on, mija, I think we should give your fathers a little privacy."
Spirit nodded and took her bisabuela by the hand, leading her out of the courtyard. It was definitely time for bed amusing stories aside she was really sleepy. The little girl got changed into her pajamas and settled into bed. Abuela sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her.
"Now close your eyes little one and imagine the world as I tell it."
Spirit closed her eyes and waited for the story to begin.
"Once upon a time…"
With her eyes closed it was easy to place herself in the story of "La Chica en Blanco".
Tonight was the annual Danza de la Luna, a celebration in a small farming down where they celebrated the harvest moon. Spirit was there, dressed in her finest periwinkle party dress. Her date, Anita, wasn't able to make it. She was staying home to take care of her ill mother.
While Spirit appreciated that Anita was doing such a kind thing, it left her feeling rather lonely, as she didn't have a dance partner. So she stood one the sidelines watching other couples have fun. Everyone she knew and loved was there. Everyone but the one girl she had been hoping to see all night… Anita.
She missed her beloved's black silken hair, doe-like honey brown eyes, and soft bronze skin. Anita had the prettiest smile that could light up a room. She had a way of making everyone feel warmer.
Spirit sighed and looked around, hoping that she was not the only one alone. It was then that she saw her. She was most beautiful girl she had ever laid eyes on. She had skin as pale as the moon, eyes as black as night, and hair as fair as the sun. The other girl wore an old fashioned white dress that elegantly draped itself on her delicate shoulders.
Spirit fidgeted nervously then straightened out her dress and walked over to the girl. She took her hand and bowed, politely asking her to dance. The other girl accepted. She was delighted as Spirit led her to the dance floor.
A couple bumped into Spirit as she danced with her mystery girl. She made sure that her dance partner was alright and they continued to enjoy their time together. When it happened a few more times, Spirit grew upset and told the other dancers that that was no way to treat a lady.
They gave her an odd look and continued dancing. It was her friend, Ernesto, who told her that she had been dancing alone all this time. Spirit didn't believe him and insisted that she had been dancing with beautiful girl in white.
She led her dance partner out onto the balcony, thinking that her friend was mad as a hatter. Yet, as soon as the moonlight hit her, the mysterious beauty began to vanish. Spirit's eyes widened as panic settled into her heart. She had no idea what was happening to her lovely companion.
"Don't go!" Spirit begged.
"I must," she said with saddened eyes before offering a pale hand, "Come with me?"
Spirit watched in sorrow and confusion as she faded into nothingness. She clenched her hand over her heart out of fear, unable to reach out to the girl and help her. The mysterious beauty seemed to understand and while she certainly looked lonely she didn't' appear to be truly upset by Spirit's reluctance.
"Goodbye," came a whisper in the wind.
Spirit was frightened upon realizing that she had been dancing with a ghost. She ran the whole way home.
Ernesto visited her on his horse the very next day. They were going to go riding in the desert. Spirit told him her story and Ernesto whistled in awe.
"You saw the spirit of Consuela, my friend," he said, "She was the daughter of a local aristocrat who died from consumption before she could attend her first dance. Consuela comes to the dance every year, hoping to claim one of the dances she missed."
"From I will only dance with Anita," Spirit exclaimed.
And she was true to her word.
Spirit frowned. She wasn't so sure that she liked that story. It was kind of mean the way that Anita was forgotten for the sake of a pretty face. She was sad for Consuela, who must have been so lonely… Spirit definitely wouldn't have been scared. It wasn't rational to be scared of someone who wasn't trying to hurt you.
There was no real winner in that story. No happy ending. The main character lacked maturity. If Anita's mother was ill then why not offer to help take care of her? Or at the very least keep Anita company…
No. It wasn't a very nice story at all. It was one of those depressing stories that were written with the sole purpose of teaching little kids a life lesson. She was too smart for those. But it was nice of her bisabuela to tell it.
Abuela gave her bisnieta a sad smile, "It is not a story for the faint of heart."
"Its very sad," Spirit wrote.
"Yes. Carlos wasn't a very nice boy it would seem. But men mature so much slower the women. I doubt even Alejandro is truly as mature as he lets on."
"Daddy took part in a snowball fight and danced DDR!"
"DDR?"
"A video game where you stomp your feet to the music based on the arrows that show up on the screen. Up. Down. Left. Right."
Abuela chuckled, "I find that hard to believe…"
"Papa and I made him."
"Ah. Now I understand… It's the indulgent lover and father in him."
Spirit nodded and yawned.
Abuela ran a hand through the little girl's messy curls, "Sleep well, mija."
Spirit gave her bisabuela a hug and a kiss on the cheek before lying down and closing her eyes. Abuela hummed as she rubbed the little girl's back, a little trick she had used on Rex when he was small to ease him into a deep sleep.
She dreamed of dancing with Anita on Earth and Consuela in Heaven. That way no one was forgotten and neither girl would be lonely.
Abuela closed turned off the light and closed the door. She made her rounds, checking on some of the younger residents of her home. The smaller children were unable to fully control their shifting abilities. It caused quite a mess at times.
Once she was satisfied that they were safely tucked way she made her way to bed. Abuela passed by the courtyard and saw that the other men had followed her lead and retired to give the young lovebirds some privacy. She couldn't tell what they were saying but by the blush that was currently staining the agent's face it had to be something she didn't wish to know about.
Abuela could only imagine the type of thing such amorousness would lead to considering the impassioned noises she heard coming from Cesar and Callan's room as she passed by it. The older woman sighed blissfully as she sank into bed. It was so lovely having the Salazar boys home for a change…
All was quiet and quite lovely on this clear starry night. Six and Rex fell asleep holding hands in the twin hammocks that were in side-by-side in the courtyard.
Rex was dreaming of simpler times. In his dream world there was no war between EVOs and humans because there were no EVOs. Rex was just some kid entering college with a bright future ahead of him. He just so happened to take an English literature class being taught but the college's most eligible bachelor, Professor Alejandro Six. Spirit was his daughter from a previous marriage and she had to come with him to his night classes because he didn't have a babysitter. The three of them really hit it off and Rex began to seriously pursue Six, who resisted because the younger man was his student and it wouldn't look right.
Six on the other hand, was dreaming of taking Spirit and Rex to a green tea field in Kyoto, Japan. Spirit was in a lovely lavender dress with white flowers on it and a crown of white jasmine in her hair. She was helping Rex and him pick leaves that they would dry later and make into tea. Six told him about how this was the only trip he had ever gotten to take with One alone. He was the only member of the Six that One had ever really tried to bond with on a deeper level than master-student. His master claimed that he had felt a kinship towards Six due to his desire to protect people. Two through Five were only interested in power… Six was a protector through and through and thus was the only one to truly earn One's respect. Rex was a little sad that he wasn't able to save One for him. Spirit was sad that she never got to meet him but told her daddy that she saw a lot of One in him. That made Six feel good, knowing that his master would live on through him and his baby girl…
Unfortunately the sleeping residents of Abuela's mountaintop home were rudely awakened by gunfire… Fortunately Six had acted quickly and was currently tucked against the building with Rex. A couple of Rex's wilder family members had awakened and were quick to defend their sanctuary and home.
Abuela emerged with a furious look on her face, "Who dares to attack mi familia?!"
"I told you I'd be back granny," Hunter Cain said as he chomped on his cigar.
Six frowned. He knew that Spirit's gesture of kindness would come back to haunt them… Rex closed his eyes and sighed. He felt so bad for their baby girl… She would be so heartbroken that her attempt was all for not.
"I won't let you harm a single one of them," the old woman ground out.
Cain lifted his gun, pointing it at her stomach and squeezed the trigger…
Abuela found herself on the ground and in a lot of pain…
Her wrist was broken…
She looked over and locked eyes with an unconscious Spirit. The bullet had hit the back of her neck, severing her spine…
"SPIRIT!" Rex screamed.
Cain's followers opened fire on him. Six whipped out his twin katanas and deflected the bullets.
"Rex, focus!"
"Our daughter is bleeding to death and you're telling me to focus?!"
"If you don't focus we may lose you," Six said, giving him a pleading look.
Rex looked away, ashamed for causing his beloved such grief.
"Fredrico! Get Spirit! She needs time to heal from something that bad!" The Latino teen cried out.
Fredrico grabbed Spirit and Abuela and took them back inside via a storm door. He placed them in the wine cellar, which had reinforced walls and ceiling. The wine cellar doubled as a kind of bunker to protect the younger members of the family back when no one could control their shifting abilities.
Abuela looked Spirit's wound over with a horrified expression. She wondered how the little girl could possibly come back from this. The last time she had to heal herself from a life threatening injury it didn't go so well… Abuela felt anger bubble up in her as she stared at Spirit's exposed throat. The thick pink scar that remained was proof of human cruelty. The fact that someone had attempted to slaughter her bisnieta like a pig was unbarable.
Abuela watched as Spirit's aura flared up and began to piece together the little girl's exposed vertibre.
Rex was currently focusing on Hunter Cain's goons. They were armed to the teeth and aiming at his family. It didn't take much effort to knock the down and keep them down. The hardest part was that Rex actually felt as though he wanted to kill them. He wasn't used to this feeling… He was used to feeling sad for the poor EVOs that couldn't control themselves. But these were humans. These were adults who were firing at children. These were people who should've known better…
Callan and Cesar were by his side. Cesar didn't really know much about fighting but he was a decent wrestler and boxer, something he had picked up from his blonde lover. Though currently he was relying on his tuning fork for the most part. Unfortunately, boxing and wrestling did little against guns. Callan had his back with the plasma gun that Cesar had made for him for Christmas. The Texan was more than a little shocked when the gun reduced their assailants to a pile of ash. He had only ever used it on the firing range as White had yet to approve of the gun becoming standard issue.
Six was fighting against Cain, who Rex suspected of being a heavy steroid user. For a guy as old as Cain he was damn near impossible to go up against.
Six wasn't particularly frightening without his sunglasses. His eyes were too beautiful and gentle for that. But now… Six's eyes were filled with ice and hate. The agent could strike fear into the devil himself with eyes like those. The rage and love the radiated from the agent was almost palatable.
It was a feeling that Rex could share as he felt the same. This was his family. It was his daughter that could actually end up paralyzed from the neck down. Tears stung Rex' s eyes as he thought of his violin playing, ballet dancing little angel. The thought would've been too much to bear if there weren't more important tasks at hand.
The only things separating his family from death were Rex, Cesar, and Callan. Only three people… Six was too far-gone to really help.
Rex used his big fat sword to shield the children, "Get them to the safe room!"
A couple of the adults stopped fighting and carried off the children.
Rex really didn't want them to see Spirit injured and bloodied but it was the only place they could go that was safe right now… He watched in horror as Six became "that man" again.
Six managed to destroy "Caroline", Hunter Cain's precious gun. Now it was just man verses man, katanas verses hunting knife. Despite his strength, Hunter Cain didn't stand a chance against Six's speed. The agent was slicing into him left and right, though none of his attacks were particularly deadly.
Rex had never known Six to be so sadistic… It truly was frightening how his cariño began to remind him more and more of a deadly wild cat as it played with its prey before finally putting it out of its misery with a snap to the neck.
The Latino teen winced as a bullet wizzed by him, grazing his arm rather badly. He was forced to switch to his punk busters. They weren't nearly as effective though… A couple of his relatives were able to subdue or even scare off some of the goons with their vicious claws and sharp teeth. Something was wrong though… It was as though the form they were in was messing with their mind.
Rex began to fight them off as well because a few of them actually tried to eat attacking humans. That would have made things so much worse… Six quickly joined the fray, helping his young love out. Rex idly wondered what happened to Hunter Cain…
The younger man looked over and saw, much to his horror that the man was pinned to the ground with a katana through his chest. He looked very dead…
Once they realized that their leader was no more the goons took off. None of them particularly wanted to deal with man-eating wolf EVOs, a pissed off machine EVO, or a furious ninja assassin.
The grounds were littered with bullet shells, blood, bone, and unconscious or dead bodies. The door to the wine cellar opened and Spirit stepped out with a little help from Abuela. The little girl looked so exhausted… Abuela's wrist was no longer in an unnatural angle.
Spirit let go of Abuela and wobbled a little bit but rushed over to her first patient regardless of how weak she felt. She had to heal a couple of the children downstairs but they had agreed that that would be their little secret. Rex would've been devastated if he wasn't able to protect them from being injured…
Her papa had to admire her kindness and maturity for not only healing her family but the misled humans who attacked them as well. Not everyone was as sympathetic though… Six and Abuela felt like stopping her but one look from Rex made them rethink that course of action.
Spirit hesitated before finally approaching Hunter Cain… Six frowned and pulled his katana from the older man's chest.
"Hold him down," Six muttered to Frederico.
The younger man nodded and shifted back into his wolf form. He held the bald bastard down by the shoulders. Spirit laid her hand on his and almost jumped back when Cain's eyes snapped open.
"Get away from me you EVO filth!" He barked.
Spirit frowned and stood over the man. She began to sign something that Hunter Cain clearly didn't understand.
Six spoke up, "She said that you have no right to be mad at her. You were the one who invaded her home away from home and attacked her family."
"Look around you, kid, you aren't a family. You're a pack of monsters."
Spirit signed something again after much hesitation. Six's hands balled into fists. Rex swallowed a lump in his throat. Callan and Cesar stared at their little niece with sorrow and pain in their eyes.
The agent took a deep breath, "To me, humans would be the monsters. When I was five my bad father sold me to a facility to be tested on in order to erase his gambling dept. One of," Six struggled to continue, but he took another deep breath and soldiered on, "The lead scientists was a pedophile. He touched me in horrible ways. But just as this human was about to do something really bad another human, a soldier shot him in the head. He tried to get me out of the facility but was shot and killed by his commanding officer. I should fear and hate humans and adults, but I don't. It's not rational because not all of them are evil."
Hunter Cain was strangely quiet after that. He struggled to come up with something to say but simply couldn't.
Spirit signed something that actually made her wary father chuckle before he translated for her.
"I want you to see that there are good EVOs too. Papa is an EVO and he runs around fighting other EVOs to protect humans and EVOs alike. I am an EVO and even though you've hurt me badly twice I still healed you when I could've left you to die. I hope that I can get through to you this time but if the third time his the charm than so be it. I will heal you again if it will get you to listen to me."
"How can I co-exist with EVOs when my own wife lost control and ate our son?" Cain asked bitterly.
Spirit signed something that her father translated. Six was more than a little surprised that she knew about this and wondered how she found out…
"Caroline didn't mean to hurt you or Sean. She was sick and couldn't help herself. Not all EVOs have control over their minds. But it can be learned. Papa said that his family learned how to control their abilities just as he had. They didn't even need daddy to help teach them. I'm learning to control my abilities too, though admittedly healing is harmless compared to gigantic robot parts."
"Don't talk about things you don't know! There is a serious EVO problem and I'm the solution."
Spirit frowned then smiled and signed something just as Providence was landing to haul off Hunter Cain and his men.
"No. Papa is the solution. If you want to be part of the solution then you could always join Providence. Please think about it Mr. Cain. I would rather have a strong person like you as a friend than an enemy."
And with that the conversation ended. Hunter Cain and his men were on their way to Providence's built in prison. Six and Rex were prouder than ever of their little girl.
She was growing up to be strong and skilled like her daddy but her heart was all her papa's… A perfect combination of the two loves in one tiny package of kindness and maturity.
Yeah. This is REALLY late. It's no longer September and I try to post once every month. Well aside from starting a new fulltime job as a barista at a local café, I was also sick for most of the month. I actually spent a full WEEK at home rather than going to work and making money.
If there are errors, I apologize ahead of time. It's late and I worked a double shift so my editing skills aren't too sharp right now.
Also I have a "survey" of sorts… How many of my lovely readers think that Hunter Cain should become a good guy?