Short Story : ' Tell Me A Story '

He dreams he is small, childlike as only his body remembers being. Holiday is tucking him into bed. The lab-coat is gone and she looks more like a mother (or how he images a mother looks) – with grey streaks running through her hair, glasses perched on her nose, and a kind smile turning up faint lips. He opens his mouth and even in his small state, the voice that comes out is his regular teenage one. "Tell me a story." He says. She tips back her head and a laugh pours from her mouth, but he frowns because it doesn 't sound right – but then, how would he know? He 's never heard her laugh in real life before. Nevertheless, Dream-Holiday settles into a chair beside his bed, a chair that probably hadn 't been there a second ago. Rex is …show more content…

As in most dreams though, the thought is soon swept away, and he is left only with confusion. "Agent Six, you 're smiling." He tells the man, his brow furrowed. "You aren 't supposed to do that." Six doesn 't answer him. Maybe he can 't even hear Rex. "I know you, kid. I know who you are." He says, like he 's reading from a script – unemotional and rehearsed. The words Rex is supposed to say next don 't come. "But...I don 't know who I am." Rex points out instead. They feel more natural on his tongue, they mean more to his current struggles. "Oh really?" Six raises an eyebrow. Now they 're both off-script. Suddenly Rex is jerked forwards, one of Six 's strong hands clutching his shirt collar, and he finds himself staring Six in the eye. One of Six 's swords is raised to his throat. The grim smile never leaves the man 's face, doesn 't so much as twitch, making it oddly easy to remember that this isn 't really him. "You know exactly who you are, Rex." Six threatens. "You always have. You knew long before we even met." "N-no..." Rex says. The sword moves closer to press into his skin. It doesn 't feel sharp, but Rex is somehow still scared. "You know, Rex." "No! No, I don 't." "You know everything." "No!" Rex insists, beginning to struggle against the agent 's grip. It feels impossible and it only serves to tighten his captor 's