A/N1: There will be a little bit of fan speculation in this one.

A/N2: Pyrrhic victory - is a victory with devastating cost to the victor.

Disclaimer do not own GeneratorRex if I did it definitely would be rated R rather PG

Providence Dark Legacy

Chapter Dieciocho: Pyrrhic victory

by your-biohazardous-friend

Fourteen years old Rex grumbled under his nose as he left providence training room. He so wanted to have a cool weapon – like a gun or something - and yet this stinkin' blond-guy-with-weird-accent just warded him off like a annoying fly! HIM – Rex - the Providence's SECRET WEAPON! The teenager hit the metal wall, angered, shutting his eyes. Surprisingly he didn't felt any pain. Furthermore the wall made weird crunchy noise. Rex opened his eyes and looked at impressive hole in the wall – it's edges looked like crumpled sheet of paper – then his gaze wandered at his own hand, Rex's eyes winded at the discovery – there was a big orange colored METAL fist at the place where his normal fleshy one should have been.

He didn't feel any fear at all. Not even a nib of surprise as he clenched and unclenched the three fingered hand. Rex felt as it was something odd, but normal at the same time – even more-odd-yet-normal than the times when he woke up at night feeling strangely hot and bothered.

The-blond-guy-with-weird-accent sure will be jealous now! Because with this… ugh… Smack hand! He's soooo not going to loose any fight ever again!

As the teen happily dashed through Providence corridors to show the awesome "built" to doctor Holiday, he didn't even know how wrong he was at that moment.

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It was aftermath of his first mission. Providence won the battle – but it was Pyrrhic victory - against enormous incurable E.V.O. which was terrorizing the small town at the South of USA.

Rex looked around the battlefield with widened brown eyes, searching for familiar faces – there were wrecked Providence tanks everywhere along with dead bodies lying. Rex spotted masked agent who, still dumbstruck from the blow he received, was helplessly searching for his lost arm, after few minutes he fell to the ground lifeless. The smoke made young E.V.O.'s eyes teary, chaffing his throat unpleasantly when he breathed it in.

His Smack Hands turned out to be the less effective weapon against the monster due Rex's inexperience, recklessness and bold decisions.

Suddenly Rex spotted a flash of green with the corner of his eye.

Agent Six.

The teenager run toward the direction. But as he reached the destination – the ninja was nowhere to be found. There was only one Providence agent sitting on a half destroyed bench. One of his white gloves was all red from the blood sipping from his face. Rex immediately recognized the man who looked up at him, fixing a long blank stare into Rex with his blue, hazy eyes. It was the same blond-guy-with-a-weird-accent who constantly was snatching away the guns from teen's grasp.

Lieutenant Callan was his name?

The awfully long, angry gash stretched through the right side of the man's face. The seeping blood was most likely obscuring his view. After a while the man's blank eyes watered, his lips started to tremble. Before Rex could seize the situation the man was hugging him tightly, pressing his lips to the teen's ear.

"I'm sorry… Tim…Timmy…" The man chanted through his chattering teeth "Timothy…I… Rex… couldn't cure… son… I'm sorry I'm so…so… sorry!"

Rex's eyes widened with realization: the lieutenant was in such shock that he mistook him for the E.V.O. they've killed just a couple of minutes ago!

The E.V.O. he couldn't cure was the Callan guy's… son.

Rex felt urge to throw up as he remembered the pain which flashed through the Lieutenant's face when Rex admitted that he couldn't cure it-Him-Timmy and a blank expression the man wore so well when he was shooting another magazines into the E.V.O.'s body.

"I'm… sorry, I had to… kill you… son"

Rex didn't even flinched as the agent broke down completely, smearing the bloody tears into his shirt. As the chants of apologies and begging for forgiveness seemed to have no end.

He was owing him that much – for not being able to cure Timothy. For not being good enough. For forcing the man to kill his own son - his own family.

A family which was something that Rex would sacrifice everything to have.

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