Scorched Sunsets

Mad Rex has a complete disregard for other peoples personal space.

Exhausting the Mine- Madly Broken AU

They missed a spot,  Quarry noted dazedly from his position on the floor as a dry cough racked through his wrecked chest. Pieces crumbled away from the force of the blow. It took several minutes to catch his breath, what with most of the carefully carved stone that made up his lungs scattered across the floor.

As his body settled back to its natural wheeze of unnecessary oxygen, he spared a glance at the traitor sauntering around him. The piece of charcoal he'd crushed, cut, and polished into a diamond. 

One of the best weapons that'd had survived the ring and his training. 

The best if he were being honest. But, an honest man Quarry was not, nor intended to be. 

"You were always worthless." He spat, sending the remains of his chest into wheezing fits as his mouth crumbled around the words. Pitch black boots that shined with care even as the soles ground the shards of himself to dust paused beside his head.

"Ah c'mon Quarry." Tsking, the traitor's boots crunched against the gravel as he crouched beside him, taking the time to pick up a particularly large shard of Quarry's shoulder. "We both know that's bull. You wouldn't have had half of your empire if it weren't for me pulling your weight."

“Had?” Had he any remnants of eyebrows, Quarry would’ve raised one at the tone. He made do, as he always did, glaring at the traitor, daring him to question his authority as though he weren’t in pieces along the floor.

“Yep.” The traitor preened, gesturing lazily, hands loose in their sockets as he went on. “I think I can confidently say that your former empire has changed hands. Specifically into my little grimy grabby ones.”

His grip tightened, and the stone piece cracked and crumbled in his hands. 

Quarry couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, the agony splintering up his chest be damned. It earned him a smile from the little traitor.

“Not bad brat.” Quarry wheezed as the little boot ground yet another piece of his chest into dust.

Teeth flashing, the traitor's lips curled into a cruel smirk as metal chased down his arm. A vulture waiting for his next meal to heave its last breath. 

“What can I say?” The traitor waved a hand as familiar black steel encased the flexing, dusty digits. “I did learn from the best.”

It was odd to see the weapon from this angle: Quarry was normally seeing the Big Fuckin’ Saw from the stands. His reflection danced across the hole punched blade, wavering like a flame of a candle on the last of its wick. There wasn't an indifference in how he regarded the blade or the child wielding it. It was slight, but there was a note of bitter pride in his face that he couldn't seem to get rid of. 

“Ain’t that the truth.” Sparing a rare smile, he tore his eyes away from the blade and focused on the kid's features. “Try not to run my empire to the ground, Rex.”

“Your empire has long since died, Quarry.” Straightening, Rex’s stared down at him, that infuriating smile still in place as his eyes flared to mirror his blade. “Mine however?”

Handle extending from the block on his wrist, he lifted his arm high above his head as the saw blade whirred to life.

“Mine’s just about to start.”

-//-

Te amo pero eres un idiota. I love you, but you are an idiot.

“Better luck next time, your majesty!” The Mercenary mockingly bowed before the swirling mass of scarlet and black. Despite the fact that their leg was twisted at angles no Human should be able to stand, the Mercenary straightened, smirking with no mask to hide it.

Straightening, a pair of enormous, sickeningly pale hands grabbed his opponent and pulled him through, leaving nothing but an empty platform. 

Face molting into a snarl, anger boiled past the brim as Rex lunged at the empty spot, slicing the walls with the BFS with an unprecedented fury. With every drop of blood that dribbled down his face, his attacks heightened in ferocity until nothing in the room was left standing. 

Chest heaving, hair plastered to his forehead, he retracted his build. Touching the dried blood, a second emotion bubbled beneath the surface. One he had thought long lost. One that he hadn’t allowed himself to feel since he was fighting in the tournaments with EVO’s thrice his size. One that had plagued him worse than hunger when he’d been desperately crawling through the streets of Hong Kong lost in every way of the word.

Grinding the scarlet crust to dust between his fingers, he glanced at the place where the breach had ripped a hole through the air, he gave a low shudder of fear at a being that could go anywhere they wanted, any time. 

First though...

He was gonna get Mr. Nixon’s head on a silver platter. No human, even a well trained one, was going to get the drop on him and live to tell the tale. 

The Rex of Mad Ben’s Dimension, meet the Crime Lord of Hong Kong, or what’s left of it anyway.

While the world was falling apart the Nanites that were supposed to fix the world only made the situation worse by mutating most of the remaining life on Earth. 

Rex, the top lieutenant of Quarry’s gang led a coup to over throw him. Since than, he’s expanded his control to a global level, whether that be water, food, or medicine, while providing a sort of safe haven for the sentient Evos.

Cricket, Skwydd, and Tuck are his top enforcers, and are pretty d*** good at it too.

Being top dog ain’t easy though, with the occasional wannabe attempting to knock him off his throne. Luckily, his friends see to it that they are taken care of.