Theme 019 - Inevitable (about 1,036 words)

Inevitable. Something that is bound to happen, no matter what. If things don't change that thing will happen...maybe it will happen even if things do change. Rex not listing to orders and running off? It was inevitable. It was bound to happen. Why didn't providence (and Six) listen to Holiday's warnings? There are many things in life that are inevitable. This? This was one of them. It was inevitable that a child so young would snap under all the stress and expectations that they placed on Rex. All the training and harsh words. Anyone would break. Especially a little boy. Holiday told them it was inevitable and now they saw for themselves just what happens when you push a child beyond their limits both physically and mentally. The inevitability that they would snap and disobey, run off or worse get hurt. Maybe all three.

It started yesterday. During morning training. Rex turned and snapped a remark towards Six then stomped off. Six wasn't prepared for such a thing (and even if he was he just wasn't good with kids) so he made things worse when he yelled at the ten year old and pulled at his arm to stop him from getting any farther. He continued to yell at the boy about his disobedience until the kid was practically in tears. Rex managed to get free from his guardians grip and run off before he could get caught again. Now they didn't know where the boy ran off to. He was still in the base that much they knew because none of alarms were tripped and they were sure he didn't know about them or was in the mind set to think about there being alarms for him to use his nanites to disable them.

Where in the large base he was hiding was just a large game of find the needle in the haystack. He was tiny and a good climber. He could have crawled into just about any nook there was. Both known to the other agents and unknown to them. They were sure the boy could find a place to hide that no one else knew existed. The ten year old was good at things like that. They first check his room to be sure, as expected he didn't run off the the closet of a room. They checked all corners of the petting zoo, cafeteria, the labs, and all the main rooms. Nothing.

They checked the other bedrooms, but he didn't seem to have ran into any of them. Where could he be? They figured he'd come out of his hiding place when he was ready and that it was pointless to wast energy trying to find him. He would only be found when he wanted to be found. Simple as that. With a sigh Six went back to the petting zoo to continue his own training.

Rex meanwhile was between two raptors hidden by the ceiling tiles. He had climbed up a small service latter that was broken and slid into a small opening. He stood hunched over with each foot securely, or so he thought, on a raptor. His breathing was slow and even. Quite so not to be detected. A recon skill that Six had taught him. He lat a loud gasp escape as his right food started to slip from it's placement in the center of the raptor. He gripped his hands tighter to the angled raptor at his side. But it was to late he was slipping. He was going to fall. The fall was a good thirty feet at least! He struggled to stay put but in an instant his foot slipped off the the other foot came quickly after. He was left dangling , holding on with a slipping grip. He tried to regain his footing but couldn't pull himself up far enough. His hands were slipping. He screamed as his hands slipped off and he fell towards the concrete floor.

He felt and heard the snap of his leg as he made contact with the floor.

Six heard the screams and came running, swords drawn just in case. When he saw Rex on the floor, he figured what happened. The boy had fell from his hiding spot. In the raptors. He put his swords away and went to help the boy.

"My leg.." The ten year old moaned. He rested his head in the green clad ninja's lap. Cuddling close to his adoptive father. "Shhh it's alright. I know, I know you're in pain but be strong okay?" he comforted the boy  But it didn't last long. Six contacted Holiday to let her know they were on their way "Holiday we have a situation. Rex fell and hurt his leg, it might be broken. We're on our way" He said into his communicator "I'll prepare the lab, get here soon." she replied. "I'm on it, Six out." and then he picked the boy up in his arms and carried him off to Doctor Holiday's lab.

Rex rested his head on Six's chest and curled up close to him. "I'm sorry I ran off Six..." he mumbled quietly.

Six shhhhed him once more. "It's fine, don't worry about it...not now. I forgive you for running off but it's my fault for pushing you too far, I'm sorry too buddy. I should have saw the inevitable and stopped myself before you snapped..." He said giving the boy a kiss on his forehead. Rex curled close and closed his eyes tight as he let out another moan.

"Hang on kiddo , we're almost there Holiday will get you all fixed up." They got to the lab and Six set the boy down on a near by cot that Holiday had ready for him. She gave the boy some pain relief medicine then looked to his leg. "It looks t be broken but we'll need an X-ray to confirm it...even if it is broken there's no need to worry. The nanites will take car of most of the healing we only need to stabilize it for a few days or so instead of about the month it would be for normal humans..." she ruffled his hair and left to go set up the x-ray machine.

Theme 018 - Freedom (about 1,036 word)

All humans have a natural drive and desire to be free. Everyone wants freedom. Those denied their freedom yearn for it with a greater passion. Those who are free don't realize what they have. They don't understand the longing to do as they please, they already do what they want freely. Rex wasn't granted much freedom at providence. So when he was allowed to do as he pleased he was reluctant to return home. He loved freedom. He fought and augured with doctor Holiday and Agent Six so he could have more free time. That's why he loved flying so much. Soaring though the skies without a care in the world felt so free. There were no boundaries. He felt as if he could do anything. Ever. In a way he could. He could go anywhere in the world he wanted and could avoid all the stress and time consuming hassles of travel. He loved it. It felt so amazing to be at cloud level with the wind in his hair, as he flew alongside the birds.

He had sneaked out for some free time just today. That was where he was now. He was in the town that was closest to providence. It was easy to find him here but he didn't care at the moment. He just wanted to hang with Noah and get some pizza or burgers. Then maybe play basketball. Normal stuff. Stuff providence didn't let him do. It was the weekend the fourteen year old should be able to go out and have some type of fun after working all week. He deserved time off at the end of such a hard work week.

He was enjoying himself. His time with his best friend. The food. His freedom. It was truly one of his best days ever. He met up with Noah at McDonald's and then after their meals the two teens headed to the basketball court for a quick game or two. Rex was hoping providence wouldn't find him until at least one game was over. He hadn't played in a long time , let alone with Noah so he wanted to get at least one game out of the way.

The made it to the court and started a one on one game of basketball. Noah was winning and Rex was throwing out teasing words as he ran around the court trying to get the ball. Midway though the game a providence jump jet flew over with it's search light on. (Since it was starting to get dark out)

Rex sighed.

"Oh great! They found me!" He complained.

"What's the big deal? You've been out a few hours, isn't that good enough? I mean I'd like to hang out a little long at least to finish our game but if you have to go, isn't the time you've had just fine?" Noah reasoned as he sensed that Rex was about to rant and pout. As he finished what he had to say the jump jet's light came over top them and hovered in place for a few seconds, maybe to verify that it was indeed Rex and Noah then it flew off a few feet so it could land.

Rex signed once more "Yeah I guess so but I prefer my freedom over being locked up in providence...but hey I should look on the bright side I guess I mean at least I can leave my room..."

"There's the spirit we need." Noah offered a weak reassuring smile as Six exited the jump jet and headed over to the two teens. low level providence grunts, as they are lovingly referred to by Rex, stood on either side and behind the green clad senior level ninja agents.

"It's time to go Rex, let's move out." came the simple statement from the caretaker (not that he'd call himself one.)

Sighing for the third time Rex simply nodded in the distraction his ninja nanny "Later Noah" Rex said his goodbyes to his friend and tossed the basketball from his arms into Noah's before he headed off towards Agent Six. "Maybe next time I can beat you in a full game!" he called over his shoulder.

He could always run off but they would just follow him. He was good for the day. He had a good day. A good amount of freedom that day. He could use a nap in a soft bed. He figured he could always sneak back out late after dinner, evening training and nightly reports. Midnight was a good time. Sounded like a good time for him. He and Bobo Haha the monkey could go out and get tacos or something. They would have to see what was open so late, worth eating and worth the money.

"and how was your day?" Six asked midway on the flight home.

Rex was surprised Six would ask. He blinked once, then twice in surprised and paused before answering.

"It was okay. Fun. Noah and I went to McDonald's then headed off to the basketball court for a few throws we only got through half a game before you showed up. Not complain since I'm happy I got a chance to get out. Get fresh air , you know?"

Six nodded and then smirked. "Freedom's a nice thing isn't it?" Six sighed. "You're lucky we didn't need you today."

"Freedom is the best." Rex replied also smirking. " I was only gone a few hours , what could happen in such a sort time?"

"You know what. Rex you know very well" came a monotone reply from Six. Rex sighed.

"I know, I know but I just wanted some fresh air...some freedom."

"Maybe we can work something out so you can get free time out side of providence without sneaking away? I can probably work something out for you"

Rex smiled. A big grin appearing across his face. "Thanks Six you don't know what that means to me.."

"Holiday and I will get on it. I'm sure between the two of us we can get you some more...freedom...you deserve to be free" with that they arrived home and Six quietly sent Rex off too bed for the day. They would have to deal with this snaking out in the morning. It's been a long day for everyone.

Theme 017 - Dreamer (about 1,067 words)

He was a dreamer. Rex liked to dream. With the way most of providence treated him he found himself dreaming of being free. Things have been better for him lately with a better room and more freedom but he still longed for normality. He dreamed to be normal. To be a normal kid with a normal family. He did not have memories of a normal life to think of. He had to go by the things he saw on tv. He knew it wasn't real. He understood that most of those things were faked. That real life wasn't like that, therefore normality wasn't like that either. But it was all he had and he preferred the normal shown on tv over providence any day.

He got lost in his daydreams sometimes. He could only be brought back to real life when Six shook him hard enough and called out to him. Other then that he would be lost in his own world. He could be lost for as long as he was allowed. Rex also had a big imagination. He would dream of dragons both good and bad. He'd dream of knights and fairy tales. He dreamed of things from the books and stories he was told to as a child. He got into trouble with his imagination sometimes. He would dream up of scenarios and play them out. He would end up tearing up a lab. Knocking down chairs , cracking monitor screens , and breaking glass. Doctor Holiday or Agent Six would find him among the mess or just find the mess after he had left. They always knew it was him. Who else would do something like that? They've given up at yelling at him, but they still punished him.

He hated being grounded or having to do more chores. He didn't mean to destroy the lab. He didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late. He would be way to into what ever he was dreaming of then his hand would knock something off the desk. It would break and he would be brought back to reality. As he tried to clean it up he'd break more things simply on accident. He did not think he should be punished from an accident. Agent Six and Doctor Holiday didn't agree. They thought he should be punished so he would learn to be more careful so these kind of accidents wouldn't happen in the future. The fifteenth year old disagreed but he had little to no say in the matter. He would sit in his room without his phone or gaming system or tv. He hated being grounded. He had nothing to do except chores. He hated chores more then having nothing to do. He'd get into more trouble when he had nothing to do. He would wonder the halls looking for things to do, or not do his chores. Sometimes, more often then not he would do both.   

He'd dream when he had nothing to do when he was grounded. He would be slow to do his chores and extra chores due to how much he dreamed. He would just sit and dream. A whole day would be wasted with him just sitting there and dreaming of all kinds of stuff. Things like being able to leave the base freely as he liked. Freedom. He also dreamed of family. He saw Agent Six and Doctor Holiday as parents. They were his family. But he dreamed of the kind of family you would see on tv. White picket fence life style. As much as he loved Agent Six and Doctor Holiday a ninja and top research scientist aren't typical jobs and a kid isn't usually a top agent of a world wide agency. His life wasn't normal. His life at providence was okay but it wasn't normal. He longed for normality.

At night when he went to bed his dreams were about what he though normal was. They were about him being normal. He did know it but he dreamed of his past. He dreamed of his real parents. Granted his past wasn't the ideal type of normal. Moving around from science lab to science lab. But it was more normal then his live at providence. He could be just a kid back then. Now he had to be a solider to. So not normal.

He would dream about being able to run around and just be a kid. To play and laugh when he wanted to. He longed to kick a ball around without worrying about breaking any thing super expensive. To play outside instead of confined places. To play when ever he wished, to go and do it when he wanted to. Not be so confined, locked up and , supervised.

His life at providence started to improve. Thanks to Doctor Holiday, and Agent Six as well. They let the boy have more free time , gave him a nicer room, let him leave base at times, let him have 'family dinners' on Fridays, and gave him his own basketball court on base. Slightly more normal. He'll take it. He was content with his life as it was. Even if he wasn't that normal. It was more normal now. He was happy.

He loved the family meals with Doctor Holiday, Agent Six and Bobo Haha the monkey well chimpanzee technically. He felt so normal then. Eating meatloaf and mashed potatoes with the people he loved and saw as parents. He was content. He had lesson daily for schooling just like other kids now too. He hated schooling but he felt normal when he had his lessons. It was boring but normal to him. He liked going to school and interacting with other kids but he rarely got to do so. Noah always complained but Rex was fine with it. He saw interacting with other kids and all the attention was awesome. Boring lesson aside.

He was a dreamer. He dreamed of lots of things. He would always be a dreamer but his dreams are changing. He dreamed of normality but as he was slowly getting normal he still dreamed just different things. He used his imagination more now. He had to get his imagination under control so he wouldn't get in trouble so much. Not today though. Rex smiled as he laid back and let his mind drift.

Theme 016 - Pessimistic (about 1,005 words)

A pessimistic person is someone who tends to see the worst aspect of things or they believe that the worst can and will happen. That's what Six was. He was a really big pessimist.

Six was a pessimist by nature. After all he had been though he had to be pessimistic. He had to be weary and plan for the worst because bad stuff happened so often. Part of living on the street and then part of being a mercenary, and one of the deadliest. It was part of being the sixth deadliest man on the planet. Bad things happened when you had to kill so much. He was taught from a young age from his experience as a street kid and his time with One. One had told him that nothing lasts forever and that in this world everything you have could be taken from you in an instant. With ideas like that and proof to back it Six could not help but be pessimistic. Because of that he had trouble with attachments. He tried not to get use to one place, tried not to stay there too long , tried not to get close to people. All on the fear that something bad was too happen. He planned for the worse. Slept light and with a weapon with in reach, usually under his pillow.

 His pessimistic nature made it hard for him many times. Lately it made being the person he was needed to be with his new family. It took him a whole year to get use to them, for him to not feel like they would stab him in the back if he were to turn away. A year for him to sleep normally (normal for him that is) with out suspicion and waking in the night. It took him years to let his worries ease (they would never go away fully) and for him to let himself get close to overs.

He trains Rex hard so he could do his job but he also trained him so he could be prepared when something goes wrong. Not if but when. It was always when. Never if when it can to Agent Six. His advice to the young boy was that others to easily get caught in the cross fire of their job so they had to keep a distance of others so no one got hurt. So they didn't end up an emotional wreak if something happens to someone they care for. Hard, he knows. Not something to tell a kid, he also knows but to him he had no choice. It was for the best. That's what happens when someone is a pessimist. When Six was pessimistic. He eased up eventually. He knows (now after many years of training) that Rex can take care of himself to an extant. That there wasn't must to fear (but still many things to worry over when it came to Rex)he let himself not be so pessimistic. After six years.

It took him six long years and a memory wipe for him too admit his feelings for Holiday to himself. He didn't want to admit, as much as he wanted it he feared getting close to her. He feared and worried something bad would happen. Once he saw how capable she was taking care of herself in a bad situation , how good of a fighter she was, and how smart she was, he let his mind ease a bit. He knew she was capable. He knew if something bad happened she would have a chance. He would have a chance. They would. His heart wouldn't have a high chance of breaking and his head wouldn't be so clouded with her.

White. He trusted White. He knew he could trust the man. He knew the man was a decent fighter, and a smart man. He worked with him for years now. He was distant the first few years but now White was part of his family. He didn't need to worry , to be pessimistic and secretive around the man. White was one of the few people Six called a friend and called family. He was the one person Six was truly open near. He left some planning to White and didn't worry when he was in charge. He usually preferred to be in charge so he could make plans for when things went bad.

The other members of The Six were family in a way to Six. But his trust and worry levels depended on and was different from person to person. As a group he was more on alert but knew nothing would happen and if it did it would be from an outside source and that they would take care of it. He could worked with each of them to an extant, enough to get a job done but certainly nothing long term. Others he would hang around with outside of jobs and the dojo. He trusted most of them with his life but only trusted that some wouldn't take said life if they were ever crossed in the wrong way. One was his master and like a father to Six. Dos was someone Six tried to avoid. Trey was okay the two got along well enough. IV was someone that Six also tried to avoid. Five was who Six got along with the best. He didn't worry when he was around her.

He was pessimistic about everything but those around him helped him see the good in things, he was far from optimistic. But he was getting better. He still planned for the worse during any event but he also planned for the good now. He use to be so pessimistic that he couldn't let himself enjoy things for fear of hurting himself or others. Now he could relax more. He didn't always have to worry. He could have some fun and relax. He let himself get close to people like Rex and Holiday and White. He was slowly getting less and less pessimistic.

Theme 015 - Chores (about 1,035 words)

Chores. There were chores. Almost always. He had chores. Almost every day he had some chores to do. At least a list of three or four things to do or help the grunts with so things move faster. Rex didn't like chores. None of them. He hated chores. Just hated them. With a fiery passion. But he had to do them , no matter how much he tried to get out of doing them or skip out on them he ended up just doing them anyway and all he did was waste time. So he just had to suck it up and do them as soon as he could and as quick as he could. It was easy most of the time and was better then the hard work outs of training but it was simply boring. The most boring thing ever as the fifteenth year old put it. Surely there was more boring stuff to do, like watch paint dry. 'At least he was doing something productive something that he had to put his mind to sometimes' Agent Six had said. Rex sighed. That didn't help him stop being bored to death while he completed his chores. He was always going to complain as he did his chores.

Just stacking crates. One after another as he did inventories and took EVOs from the jet loading bay to the petting zoo. What a bore. There was also Sweeping. A bore and it made him sneeze. How can a floor so shiny and clean looking actually be so dusty? Rex didn't know and didn't care. He just wanted to get done. That was what he cared about. To go hang with Noah is what he wanted or to watch TV and play video games. He preferred training or smashing EVOs then this stuff. He rather be at a morning meeting then doing chores, and those meetings were very boring. So boring that he almost always fell back asleep until Agent Six woke him up roughly with a brisk shake.

He looked at his list of things to do and figured he would start at the top. He started with the first thing. Sweeping the back halls near storage. Great. Just great. As if. He found the broom in it's usual location in the storage closest in the back of the room and began the chore of sweeping up all the dust and dirt and what ever that littered the seemingly clean floor. He had to admit the floor it get noticeable shiny as he swept the dust away. Unfortunately that dust went away into the air. It tickled his nose and before he knew it he was in a sneezing fit. Even with all the sniffling and sneezing he managed to get the task of sweeping done rather quickly and was happy at his work. With one thing done he moved down the list to another task.

He finished one chore and moved on to another chore on the list. He chose the one that was next on the list. EVO transport. He went from sweeping to helping stack creates in the storage room. Fun. Totally fun. Not. Why did he have to do this stuff when they had grunts to do it? Ones who's job it was to do this stuff? Rex figured it was to help keep him out of trouble and so the work go done faster or something. He had to admit work did go by faster when he had the smack hands to help carry stuff. He stacked one box after another. Finally that week's shipment had been stacked up and ready for use. He checked the task off his list and went on to the next one. Helping carry EVOs in from the hanger to the petting zoo. Easy. As long as they did not escape or anything like that.

He headed to the hanger and used the smack hands to lift a crate in each hand and headed to the petting zoo where some grunts waited to unloaded the EVOs from the crates. Rex headed back to get another two crates and back to the petting zoo. He did this three more times and he was done. There was only ten or so crates today. Most were already brought  to the petting zoo and there were not many EVO outbreaks today or lately really. So after the few trips of carrying crates of angry and snarling EVOs he was done. With no incidents. This time. Lucky. It was easy.

That was all that was on his to do list for the day. He was done with his chores and he could not be any happier about that. He even had free time now. He deiced to head to his room and play some video games while he waited for training to start or for an EVO to appear. Which ever one that would came first. Who knew. It was a slow that it seemed. So maybe it would be training before any EVOs came about. Maybe he would go see Holiday before then. He had not seen her yet today and was due for a check up after all. Who knew what the rest of the day held , if he would have time for that if an EVO or two appeared? He already beat this game and was just running around doing random stuff so he shut he game system down and turned his TV off then went over to Holiday's lab to see if she was busy or not. If she was busy Rex figured he would go find Six. He paused in thought, also where was Bobo? Rex thought about it he hadn't seen the monkey all day. Usually he came with his during chores. He sat and watched and made jokes. Making things less of a bore. Rex decided mid way to the lab to try to find Bobo instead he knew where Holiday and Six where but not his monkey friend. Might as well find him and complain about how he was not with him during the chores. As boring as chores were, not having anything to do was worse. But at least his chores were done.

Theme 014 - Alone (about 1,175 words)

He needed some alone time. He had someone around him all the time as of late. Rex was in luck today. He was alone for the day. The others had things to do and he was given the day off. Trusting him not too getting into trouble all on his own. He didn't mind being alone. He liked it actually. He was hardly left alone and to his own vices. This gave him a chance to do what he wanted , and when he wanted. It was awesome. Until boredom set in. The fourteen year old had done almost everything he could and now lay hanging off his bed upside down. Suddenly he got an idea. Road trip.

 Once they found him they would rarely allow him alone for so long every again but it was a good trade off. He did most of what he did when supervised and he sneaked out then too. He preferred alone time but didn't mind hanging out with Six either. He liked trying to annoy the green clad ninja. It was like a hobby. A favorite past time of his. He smirked as he climbed off the bed and got his boots on. he grabbed his jacket on the way out and headed down the hall as he put it on. He sneaked around a corner. It was hard to sneak out this time. Everyone was busy and didn't pay much if any attention to him. He was out quick. Quicker then he ever has before. He was proud of himself.

He built the boogie pack jet pack, pulled his goggles down over his eyes and fly off as he started making his way too the nearest town. It sucked the providence headquarters was so far from everything, but it was fun to fly with nothing around him. His boredom was now gone.

He laughed as swerved and made loops ,flying was amazing. It was so fun and felt so free. He felt like he could do anything when he flew like this. He liked being alone like this out in the middle of nowhere with no one else in sight. Nothing but the wide open sky and him. Nothing but him and freedom. A few minutes later a city came into view and he prepared to land. He landed and pulled his goggles up and he put his boogie pack. He looked around and thought about what to do. Now that he was here he didn't actually want to be here.

 It was too crowded for him. He was nothing but crowed around people for the last week. He needed alone time. More alone time. Here smirked as he built his boogie pack jet pack out again and pulled his goggles down. He took off and flew over the city and continue on with his adventure. He liked this alone time. The wind in his face and his hair blowing in the wind as he flew. Passing over another town and he kept going into the clouds. This alone time was working out well for him.

He found a patch of woods and flew down to relax in a clearing in the middle of it. He pulled up his goggles and unbuilt the boogie pack. He landed in the clearing and laid back with a smile. He crossed his legs and put his arms behind his head. Closing his eyes he was left to day dream. He ended up drifting off to sleep.

He woke up late, as the sun was setting. He grumbled as he got to his. He figured this meant his alone time was over, providence surely figured out he was gone by now. They were no doubt in search of him. Good thing he remembered to tell his nanites to unbuild any trackers they might have slipped into him. Now they wouldn't know where he was, and hopefully wouldn't know where to start the search either. They were just in a wild goose hunt, and he was the goose. Rex smirked. Fun. He didn't have to go back to base right away, he might as well have some more fun. Take his time getting there and evade search efforts as he did so. More alone time from him. Only he had to keep up his game to keep this alone time. Sucky and tiring but fun. Good thing he was well rested.

He built up the boogie pack once more, pulled down his goggles and was off. He flew off into a random direction that he was sure wasn't towards base. Almost immediately there was a spot light on him. So he was right providence did know he was gone and they were looking for him. Also yes they had an idea of where he was. No way he was going that way now. Now there knew exactly where he was. But Rex was planning to change that. He smirked as he sped up and changed his direction. Doing tricks and acrobatics as he went slowly gaining speed each time, until he was out of sight. Hidden by fog and tall pine trees. He grinned as he landed in the woods again and did the routine of unbuilding the boogie jet pack and removing his goggles. Alone once more. He'd come home eventually either when he got to tired to keep up the wild chase or he was caught by Agent Six. Maybe even when he starts to miss his room (which was new, it was bigger and cooler now wth posters and a softer bigger bed) and bobo the monkey (he was sure to complain abut not getting to go along for the road trip) and the others. Doctor Holiday and Agent Six. When he got homesick. When he missed family. His family. New family. He liked being alone and really got it yes, but he also like the company of his family. He liked the fresh air and alone time but he could get the alone time at base. Even if it was in a stuffy box of a room (at least that room had a mini fridge and a giant tv, with a gaming system...)

He walked along in thought. He thought of all kinds of things, being alone, his room , his family , how providence treated him,this freedom. Finally when he reached a cleaning he pulled his goggles down then took off and started the chase again. He did this three more times before giving up. He had enough of being alone. He wanted to see family again. To go home. He decided to get caught and after that endure the talking to from Six before retreating to his room for a good nights rest. He liked being alone and needed the time but home was home. He liked it that way. He smiled as he lay in bed and drifted off the sleep. He really enjoyed his day of alone and he'd do it again as long as he had people to come back to after he has his alone time.

Theme 013 - Safety (about 1,384 words)

The twelve year old looked around for who captured him. He punched at someone running at him. He missed but they punched him right in the stomach. He felt sick to his stomach and he was now out of breath. The wind got knocked out him. Rex panted as he tried to catch his breath. He screamed as someone punched him in the back. He spun around and the attack was already somewhere else. Rex was scared. His nanites were down. He couldn't use his power. He was being attacked by men in masks. Who were they and what did they want? It couldn't be good they had weapons. They tried to hit him in the head already but he dodged it. They tried to tie him up but he dodged that too. He put on a good fight but he couldn't do much weaponless when they had weapons. He managed to get away. Now he was running down the street.

It was dark, night time it could be easier to get away in the dark. But he didn't know where he was. They might have an advantage. He needed to get to safety. He was being chased, he had to get away. He had to get back to providence. He dared to look behind him , he was still being chased. Crap. He picked up his speed. Running as fast as he could. He took a sharp left turn to try to loose them. Still there. Crap. These guys were good who ever they were. He needed to contact Six he'd be able to take them and Rex would be able to get to safety. He patted his pockets as he continue to run zigzagging around the dark building in hopes of getting free. His cell phone was gone. They must have took it. He had to think fast. He had to find a way to contact Six now. He needed to and fast, he couldn't keep this chase up must longer. He didn't want to know what they wanted or what they were capable of.

He relied on his nanite abilities to much. He didn't know what to do in this situation or why his nanites didn't work. He could only hope that Six and Holiday were looking from him and that they were tracking him. They'll find him ,they'll know what's going on. They always did. Right?

Rex took another sharp turn as he continued to run. He was running out of stamina to run but as tired as he was he had to keep going. He was scared. What if he couldn't contact providence or providence can't find him? What if who ever chasing him caught up? He looked over his shoulder again , they weren't there. He slowed still cautious. Were they trying to trick him? Did they lose him or did they just give up? He didn't know. He looked around for something to use as a weapon. His eyes adjusted to the dark. It was still hard to see but he could at least make things out.

He found a glass bottle in a pile of litter and trash. It was something. He picked it up and gripped it as he continued down the alley way. He sneaked around a turn as he made his way. Looking for some place to hide while he thought of a plan. A way to contact providence is what he needed. He wasn't being out alone that was for sure. He wished he had his phone. Did they even take it or did he just leave home without it? He couldn't remember...He couldn't remember anything that happened before the he got punched in the stomach. He remember sneaking out of providence then being punched. Nothing in between. He wished he knew where he was , how far base was. He could be close enough to walk , he could be miles away as far as he knew. He didn't even know what distraction to go in sadly. He was also still worried they find him again. Did they know he was an EVO or with providence or did they just wanted to kidnap a kid and he was the first one they saw? Was he an easy target? A twelve year old the size of a nine year old all alone out in the streets at night was an easy target for any bad person. That's for sure. Rex figured as much and sighed. He hated being small. He couldn't wait to hit a growth spurt. He shook his head now wasn't the time to fret over being short. Now was the time to try and get out of harms way. To think about how he was going to get to safety. How to get home. He had to get back to providence , he just had to. He came to a rest and crawled behind a garbage bin for protection while he thought of a plan.

Mean while back at providence Agent Six and Doctor Holiday were working on finding Rex. Holiday watched as Rex's nanites bottomed out and then the tracker went all over the place. What was he doing? Was he being chased? Did something happen? She couldn't say but the movement did disturb both adults. They had to find Rex. With the movement like that and his nanites bottomed out there was no telling what could happen to him. Holiday might not have had an answer for the movement but she did have the coordinates where the boy was at. The tracker came to a stop and Holiday gave the coordinates to Six to go find Rex. He loaded the coordinated into the jump jet's GPS and went off to search for Rex. The two didn't know what had happened to the twelve year old so far that night but they figured it wasn't good.

Six arrived twenty minutes later he landed the jet and went in search. He didn't know where exactly the boy was and it was night in an alley way. Where could he be? He hadn't moved in that twenty minutes so he was still here. He just had to find him. He was careful not to make any sounds. He didn't want to startle Rex or bring attention to either of them in case someone was watching. Mean while Rex was still hiding crouched behind the dumpster. His legs were numb from being in that position that long , he was cold in the night air without a jacket , and he was too scared to move. He didn't know what time it was or how long until day break but the boy figured it was his best bet to wait until morning. The streets would be to busy for his attackers to make a move and he could find a pone to use and or figure out where he was. In the mean time he had to stay hidden. Hit was painful but he was to frightened to move. He didn't hear the jump jet over head or hear it land. He didn't know Six was there. He was safe now. Six haven't found him yet but they were close enough that if anything happened Six would protect him. Rex was almost to safety.

Six finally found Rex and Rex clung to him in tears. He was so happy that providence had found him. He was safe now. He hugged tight to Six as the man lead him to the jump jet. Six was going the lecture the boy about running away but he couldn't once he saw how shook up the boy was. No wonder the boy's nanites weren't working. He didn't like the contact but Six allowed the boy to hug him if it offered him comfort. He obviously been though something. They made it to the jet and climbed in. They started their was back to providence. Rex leaned into his seat with a smile as he sniffled and rubbed at the tears. He made it. He was safe. He was at a safe place. He had made it to safety. That's what matters. He didn't even care that he was for sure going to be lectured by almost everyone. He was at the safety of providence and was happy for it.