Disclaimer: I do not own GeneratorRex if I did it definitely would be rated R rather PG
A/N1: as a fan of Calan I was informed (some time ago) that there is a speculation around the fandom that Calan is suppose to be a traitor working for Van Kleiss – at first I was all like: "I can't believe it! It the same bullspit like Caesar being evil!". Well I still hold to that statement – but plot bunnies are now hopping around my head!
A/N2: woah! Ok… I see that Providence Dark Legacy turned into Caesar and Calan centric feast O_o you OK with that? Oh… just what I thought .
Prank calls
By your-biohazardous-friend
It was a stormy, or rather sand-stormy, morning at the Providence headquarters. As always a weather, heavy and suffocating, was perfectly mirroring an inside of the Organization walls.
Calan was kneeling with his back pressed to the dining table at which he, along with Rex and others, had a dinner, no longer than an hour ago. The man was clutching his right hand to his chest. The hand, or rather what was left of it, was horribly misshaped by an nasty cut. The extremity didn't hurt him anymore, it felt numb – lifeless.
"real Six would know the truth" the solider whispered to his executioner, choking back fear which clogged his throat.
"I'm the real Six" the man answered then slashed with his katana, it was a quick and precise motion, the captain didn't even had a time to emit any sound - his lifeless body slumped to the ground almost soundlessly. The blood gushed from a cut forming a puddle at ninja's feet, soiling the soles of his military boots.
It was week later and Six was sitting in his room – waiting for his tea to brew up. To his utter confusion he felt remorse about killing the Captain, neither sleep nor meditation could calm his tarnished nerves.
Six was White Knight's weapon in this case – like an axe in executioner's grasp or a gun in firing squad.
No one should blame an object for what it's wielder had done, moreover the objects itself SHOULDN'T have second thoughts!
But despite everything's being correct: They've found enough proof to find Captain Calan guilty for contacting with Van Kleiss for almost a year. He even had a helper! The person's identity wasn't yet known.
Still, the ninja had a hunch that the case had more just one layer – it was like … an onion – the more you peel the more you want to cry.
After several minutes of total stillness Six lifted a saucer and sipped some of the greenish-brown liquid. Then with the corner of his eye Six noticed a small, black object – an notebook to be exact – it looked exactly like the one the brat-E.V.O.(Rex was his name?) had. If not Six's keen eye he would NEVER notice it in the dim room.
The assassin quickly scanned the content… I was a journal of his "previous self"! it contained everything: from his favourite movies, books and dishes through brief summary of his life as a 'Six', finishing to such ridiculous pieces of information like favourite sex positions.
The green man halted a small smile dropped in the middle of the page:
"19th of October 2018,
Today Captain Calan came to me with a trouble – he found a traitor within the Providence troops. He was furious – he recommended the solider himself so it he was like a thorn in his pride. Calan wanted to hear my opinion on what would Ido as a 6th most dangerous man on the planet – I answered him… as the professional"
Few pages later the issue was brought up again:
"1st of November 2018,
Calan came to me again – Van Kleiss contacted with him via the traitor's communicator(…) Van Kleiss demanded an information of upcoming raid set on illegal E.V.O. fights that surfaced recently – we answered (…) Calan had enough composure to lie (…)We both agreed it's a good idea to continue such actions."
Assassin flipped few more pages, his throat suddenly becoming dry. Yet another sip of tea didn't help. The hot brew made things worst, leaving trait of bitterness on Six's tongue… or maybe it was his remorse.
"29th of May 2019,
As decided. We continued to give false data to Van Kleiss (…) we both felt like high school brats doing prank calls to an old granny(…) being just as amused as such."
Then Six stumbled upon the last entry. It was a short note scribbled in hurry, like a sudden thought which had to be noted before it flew away or interrupted by something. He made the entry the same day he lost his memory – not even a month before he killed the Captain.
"16th of July 2019,
We had our own coding, special language and signs that only we really understood. Calan and me bonded beyond being 'brothers-in-arms'(…) We were 'partners in crime' now (…) if anyone misjudge our intentions…according to Providence Policy we will be killed on sight"
The tea filled cup shattered as it hit the floor. The rest of the notebook was blank. Six took his shades off. Then he took a fountain pen from the inside pocket of his suit and began to write:
"7th of August 2019,
Week ago I killed a man. It would be nothing weird in my case if not the fact that he was my ally… a friend? – I was his executioner while in reality we should share the same fate. Or, to tell the truth, none of us should be harmed – Not. Guilty.-"
Six looked at his neat handwriting – it looked ridiculous and the text was visibly lacking something – some big words of wisdom, the ultimate exposure of his true colours. The Agent bit the tip of the pen unsure what to add, then he brought the device to the paper and wrote:
"I didn't know… I'm sorry"
The rest was only the silence.
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