A/N:I do not own Generator REX – if I did the show would definitely be ranked R rather than PG.

Providence dark legacy

chapter cinco: the taste of iron

by your-biohazardous-friend

Circe could feel the blood dripping from her cut forehead. She tried to take a deeper breath but the chest was hurting her agonizingly with every attempt.

The teenage girl looked around the place – it didn't look like a mall's underground parking lot it once was. She tried to see anything through the dusty, dim and spinning space before her.

The whole place looked like from a apocalyptic movie she once saw in the cinema – crashed cars, concrete rubble and bended or broken metal parts and glass were practically everywhere.

Circe had a nagging feeling that she have to remember something important about the whole scenery and situation she was currently in – something which happened before she passed out after the concrete weight fell on her and…

…Rex!

All the memories came back in a flash: Van Kleiss going insane from the power he gained turning Six into an E.V.O., who in the blind rampage stabbed Dr. Holiday, his first victim, through her chest with his sword-like-arm (for Circe, Six somehow resembled a grotesque fusion of human and a mantis), Breach's escape to her doll-town wailing hysterically and of course Van Kleiss's attempt to kill the teenage E.V.O..

Rex, somehow, managed to both escape from Van Kleiss clutches and save himself and her but they both fell into this place as it crumbled down on them. Rex couldn't be too far away from her – as he was holding her tightly during the fall. Circe tried to stand up but failed. She only managed to sit as her whole world started to spin dangerously in her eyes. Her hand touched a weirdly sticky substance – the blood.

Circe petrified followed the bloody trail with her eyes – her eyed winded with fear as she spotted unconscious Rex lying not so far away from her.

At first her cloudy mind couldn't comprehend what was wrong with the Curing-E.V.O., except that he was as pale as ghost and had deep dark circles under his eyes and few scratches here and there. It took her a while to connect the thick, rusty pipe to the idea of sticking out from his abdomen, right under his ribcage.

She placed her hand on Rex's shoulder and, while separating him from the view of the pipe with her frame, woke him up.

Rex woke up with pained growl.

"where is Six?" the teen asked with hoarse and pained voice "I have to… cure him before it's… too late"

"I'm sorry, Rex" girl said with shaken voice "he and doctor Holiday…It's already too late for them"

Rex eyes were empty as he was glanced at her. Only the sound of water dripping form one of the pipes was hearable, the drops were falling quietly and regularly - it was a calming sound.

"Circe?" he asked after a silence "have you ever kissed anybody?"

The girl looked at him surprised, what's with this question out of nowhere? He was bleeding like crazy, everyone he knew and loved were gone, everything was so cruelly wrong and all he asked was this stupid question!

"you know…" he continued after a while "…even if I did, I don't remember it"

"you'll have a lot of time after Providence dig us up from here" she said a faint smile forming on her lips. He shook his head.

"Circe" he focused with all his might on the girl before him "I can feel something scratching against my bones… pinned me down… hurts like hell… when I try to move… I don't really feel my limbs anymore"

The girl felt as her heart dropped to her stomach.

"it's a pipe" she admitted. "it went in through your back to stick out under your ribcage"

"ah…" the teen admitted calmly – too calmly for Circe taste "I guess, I'm in no condition to ask you for 'I don't want to die a virgin'?" he tried to joke, he even laughed a bit but all it caused was a fit of bloody coughs.

Circe massaged her temples with her hand trying to stop the nasty spinning, it didn't help much.

She cleaned his lips and chin from his blood. After a while she bended down and placed a small kiss of the teenager's lips – it had a taste of iron. At first she didn't connected it with the blood – she was sure that Rex had to taste like this.

"happy?" Circe asked as she lied down next to him, delicately wrapping her arms around him making sure to not to nudge, stuck in him, pipe. He returned the gesture. She no longer tried to hide the wound from him – he didn't look up anyway – his brown, bloodshot eyes were fixed only on her, a small smile formed on his lips.

He didn't answer her question.

She wanted to scream as his eyelids dropped, she wanted to force him to stay awake, made sure he would last long enough to be saved – but as she recollected the enormous amount of blood soaking through his t-shirt and pants forming an nasty puddle around him, his fallen comrades and family, she came to conclusion that what she wanted to do would be selfish – that this time Rex just couldn't and shouldn't be saved.

The tears started to force their way out of her eyes, she sobbed quietly. She kissed him again, but this time on each of his eyelids as if wishing him a good night. For a split second she could swear that he gripped onto her harder.

Then his life escaped from his body with his last breath.

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