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As One Door Closes	By : trudyw000 Category: +G through L > Generator Rex Views: 4178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two - Captive
Rex saw the look of dawning horror in Six's face and felt the strong arms enfold him from behind followed by a sharp sting in the back of his neck. After that he knew nothing more as the nanite overload engulfed him and he sank down into blackness.
When next he pulled himself up into consciousness he felt himself strapped upright, crucifix style to a table which bore an uncanny resemblance to those he'd seen in old movies used for execution by lethal injection. He pulled weakly at the restraints holding his arms to the crosspieces but he had no strength left in his body and felt himself pulled back down into the deep, dark depths of unconsciousness. The last thing he heard as the blackness closed around his mind was a voice which he felt he should recognise.
"Lessen the drain, he's no fun if he can't stay awake."
The next time he awoke he felt stronger, he still felt like he'd loose a battle with a new born kitten, but at least this time he had the strength to open his eyes and check out his surroundings. He found that he was indeed strapped to a cruciform table in what seemed to be a laboratory of some kind. He was wearing only a light hospital gown and the slight chill in the room had him shivering badly in his current weakened condition. At first no-one was in sight but soon he heard swift, sure footsteps from outside his range of vision and the familiar face of Van Kleiss quickly appeared in front of him.
"Van Kleiss, I should have known." Rex panted out the words, even that effort almost more than he could summon in his present state. "What have you done to me?"
"Rex, is that any way to greet your host?" Van Kleiss asked jovially as he moved to check the readings on one of the control panels encircling the room.
"I'd apologise but the accommodations leave much to be desired." Rex answered back trying to distract his captor as he struggled to reach his nanites in order to conjure his smackhands and break free from his bonds.
Knowing exactly what it was that Rex was trying to do Van Kleiss gave an evil laugh, "I'd save your strength if I were you. The series of raids I set up for Providence had you stuffed full of prime nanites, it was so easy to push you into full overload with a simple syringe of a nanite infested solution." Van Kleiss explained how they had overcome Rex so easily and now Rex realised that the previous weeks of soul grinding fights had been contrived by the evil genius for the sole purpose of setting him up for this moment. "But don't worry, I've dealt with the overload now, most of the nanites have been drained from your system and stored up for me to feed upon whenever I begin to destabilise, the apparatus is not set to drain you completely, we need to leave a few in your system to keep you alive. That way you continue to harvest more nanites from the environment which I can siphon off at will."
Rex stared in horror at his captor understanding that he had been set up as some kind of human all you can eat buffet for the delight and delectation of his worst enemy.
Van Kleiss gave a delighted laugh and licked his fingertips in turn in the manner of someone cleaning up after a good meal, "I don't know what it is but there is just something about nanites after they have been processed by your system, it gives them an extra..." he cast about himself looking for the right word "tang."
Horrified by the situation he found himself in Rex struggled in a mad frenzy trying to free himself but only exhausted himself more quickly and slipped back into the comforting arms of the darkness.
Waking again he kept his eyes closed and feigned continued unconsciousness, reaching inwards with his mind he tried to access the control nanite and assess his condition. He quickly saw that his nanite count and biometrics while not life threatening were still dangerously low.
"Pretending to sleep won't help you."
Rex's eyes sprang open at the familiar voice and he saw Circe perched upon a stool at the control panel in front of him. He wanted to thank God and call out for her to free him but realising that anyone could be standing behind him out of his range of vision he knew he had to be careful to avoid incriminating the woman he loved.
"Circe, still doing Van Kleiss's dirty work I see." He sneered at her with all the derision he could manage.
"At least I'm not being used as a weapon of genocide against my own kind" came the biting reply from the beautiful, red and black haired EVO.
Unable to muster the strength for a prolonged battle of wits Rex simply turned his head away fought off the desire to fill his gaze with the vision of the young woman he still hoped to seduce away from Van Kleiss's clutches and show her that there was a better option for EVOs like themselves than that offered by the Pack.
After maybe five minutes spent staring at the wall of the chamber Rex's wariness was rewarded by the sound of receding footsteps and the click of a closing door. He looked back to the front to see Circe already off of her stool and moving to stand directly in front of him. She raised her hand to stroke gently down the side of his face and a feeling of relief flooded through Rex's mind. He knew that there wasn't much Circe could do to help him without endangering her own position but even so it felt good to know that there was one person on his side in this horrible place.
"I'm so sorry Rex, I've been trying to get a warning out to you ever since he made his plans known but I've been watched every second, he was standing right behind you when you awoke, hoping that you would betray me unknowingly, he's gone now, I'm to be your jailor. He's an evil man. I should have listened to you all those years ago. I'm so sorry."
"It's OK Circe," Rex strained forward with his arm, desperately wanting to return her touch, eventually he sagged back against his restraints acknowledging that he could not break free. "You said you'd tried to get a warning out, could you get word to Six telling him where we are, anything to help them find us?"
"I'll try" she whispered before darting back to her stool and regaining her seat just in time as the doors opened to admit Van Kleiss once more. The tall, pale skinned man strode into the room to stand squarely in Rex's field of vision, his brown duster hanging impeccably from his shoulders, black boots polished to a high shine rivalled only by the gleam on the robotic hand which completed his right arm.
"Awake again I see" he commented glancing from Rex to Circe and back again. "You know at one point I thought that there was something between you two." Glancing at Rex through his grey streaked fringe Van Kleiss shrugged off his little delusion. "Of course I now know how wrong I was, but understand this." He paused dramatically before his robot arm shot out to grip Circe loosely by the throat "Circe will be your jailor and your nursemaid while you are staying with us, she will take care of all your bodily needs as well as ensuring that the drain is set high enough to keep you controlled but low enough to keep you alive. But!" The emphasis on that last word made it clear that they would not like what was coming next, "if anything untoward happens to you on her watch she will make up the deficit in my nanite supply." Circe paled at the threat and Rex fought hard against his restraints but with no greater success than any of his previous attempts to free himself. "I'm sure that I don't need to remind either of you how that would turn out."
Rex could not prevent his mind from straying back over those victims of Van Kleiss's feeding habits that he had seen throughout the years. While Van Kleiss had control of his nanites in a very similar way to Rex himself, Van Kleiss's system was not stable and he needed a constant supply of nanites to prevent total breakdown. Victims of his feeding were petrified, turned to stone immortalising the abject terror of their final moments.
Having delivered his warning Van Kleiss released Circe and stroked her hair in a gentle gesture so at odds with the oversized robotic appendage. Van Kleiss's right hand was a wicked looking prosthetic, each finger tipped with large needles designed to extract nanites from those unfortunates who crossed his path when the deadly hunger came upon him.
Feeling deep satisfaction at the looks of stunned horror that he left behind him Van Kleiss quickly left the laboratory to think of new ways to inflict torture upon his captive and his reluctant minion.
Looking hopefully over at Circe in the uncomfortable silence left in the wake of the evil puppet master, Van Kleiss, Rex said the first thing that came into his head.
"So, does that mean you will be escorting me to the bathroom?"
Circe's eyes flew to his face and she gave a slightly unbalanced giggle at his pragmatic concern in the face of the threat on her life.
"Um, not exactly." She moved over to open one of the cupboards and pulled out a large, wide-necked bottle.
Rex took a moment to realise what she was holding then his face flamed suddenly crimson as he gulped and dropped his gaze to study the floor intently.
"Tell me you're joking" he begged but the determined look on her face told him she was deadly serious. "What about number t..." he stopped short "on second thoughts, I don't want to know."
"Do you need..." Circe asked, gesturing with the bottle still in her hand.
"No, not just now thanks." Rex muttered, "could you just..." he paused "put that thing away?"
Leaning down to the cupboard Circe replaced the bottle and swiftly closed the door with a firm click.
"Don't worry Circe, I couldn't ask you to risk your life, Six will find me and when I leave you are coming with me!" The sudden change in the conversation confused the young female EVO but then she just nodded, her final resistance having fallen in the face of Van Kleiss's threats.
"Tell me about Providence" she asked wanting to take both their minds off of the current situation.
"It's safe and we help as much as we can. I've been able to save hundreds of people by curing them when they go EVO and I couldn't have done that without their support. And of course there's Six, he's been there for me since the day I arrived at Providence. Did you know we share the same birthday?"
"Really?" asked Circe.
"Well kinda, it's complicated but since no-one knows when my birthday actually is they decided to make it the day I got to Providence, and it just happens to be Six's birthday as well."
"You spend a lot of time with him don't you?"
"I do, it's his job to keep me safe when we're out on a mission, and he's kind of amazing at it. In fact he's kind of amazing in general, have you seen him wield his katanas, we've worked together for so long it's like we can read each other's minds in a fight."
And so began several hours of stories of Rex's time at Providence, Circe couldn't help but notice the number of stories that centred on Agent Six and the virtual hero worship with which Rex seemed to regard his mentor. She tuned out the stories after a while and instead contemplated how she was going to get word to Providence and how she was going to break Rex out without sacrificing her own life in the process.
Finally having come up with the basics of a plan that she could use as a starting point Circe tuned back in to Rex's monologue and realised that he was looking increasingly uncomfortable and glancing towards the cupboard where she had stashed the bottle.
"You need?" she nodded in the direction of the cupboard.
Rex just nodded, unable to bring himself to meet her eyes.
That set the pattern for the next few days, they would talk, Rex would tell stories of his escapades with Providence, especially with Agent Six and Circe would take care of his bodily needs. Rex was permanently hungry, Van Kleiss supplied him with the absolute minimum of food to keep him alive and Circe dare not supplement his diet with her own rations. Occasionally Van Kleiss came in to check the readings on the control panel to ensure Rex's nanite levels did not get too high. Over time he seemed to begin to trust Circe more and eventually he stopped checking the controls and simply came in to gloat over the absence of any rescue team from Providence.
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