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Everything was set. The yellow and green-haired boy carried his belongings towards the door of the house. He had agreed to spend a few months at the Xenma Research Institute, so they could learn more about the condition in his arm and what Dr. Xenma called "Nemesis". Dr. Xenma waited by his car as the boy exited the house. His parents waited at the end of the porch while Becky and Elliot met him at the doorway. "Don't stay too long." The overweight boy told Rex "I don't think I can handle all the punks, around here, by myself". "Yeah right" Rex chuckled and pointed to Elliot's stomach "Lay off the burritos, and you might be able to". A tu

"Wow" The pink-haired girl sat back in her chair, trying to soak in what her friend had just told her "Are you serious?" "Yeah" the yellow-and-green-haired boy in front of her nodded. "So, that's why you hid your arm, all this time" She confirmed to herself as she glanced at his bare limb again. Once again, Rex nodded, while keeping eye contact with the floor below him. "But, I don't understand" Becky stated after a few seconds "If you've had it for all this time, why did it wait until now to start working?" "Not sure" Rex said as he began to wrap his arm with the bandages again "but, I intend to find out" "Can I help?" Becky asked, sud

"Rex" The voice shook the sleepy boy into consciousness "Rex, wake up". "Go away, or I'll break your face" he said groggily as he rolled over. "Rex, it's 9:30" the voice came again, this time with more violent shaking "Time to get up". "Fine" Rex sat up, bringing his left arm up to shield his eyes from the offending light. "Oh my gosh, Rex!" Lauren, his adoptive mother, shrieked "What happened to your arm?". Rex looked down to his right and realized that he had forgotten to rewrap it last night. He quickly tried to cover it with the blankets but was halted by the brown-haired woman's grip as she pulled it out into the open. "Rex, what

The sun was high in mid-July. Reginald Sohoren, a young man of 15 years, walked down the street alone, his brown eyes watching his feet as he walked. His hair was medium length, a darker golden color, and he had dyed the last quarter-inch a light green. He was medium height and had an athletic build, even though he had never had the will to participate in any sports. "Rex!" came a voice from behind him "Hey, Rex, wait up!" "What do you want, Elliot?" He asked as he slowed his pace so the dark-haired boy could catch up. Elliot, who was also 15, was an inch or two taller than Rex, but he was not athletic in any definition of the word. He sto