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CLONE You wake slowly to find yourself in a hospital bed, each of your limbs and torso strapped down, making it hard to breathe. A mask is around your mouth and nose, held on by a strap going around the back of your head. Needles and machines are strapped up to you everywhere, and you can hear your heartbeat, slow and steady. You try to recall the last memory - any memory - but fail. Where am I? You ask yourself, shivering slightly. Just then, a doctor comes in and looks down at you, pulling a few needles out of your arms. "Welcome," he says to you, "To the New World. Come with me," he says, unstrapping you from the bed. You pull your mask off and attempt to say thank you to this man - Dr. Reynolds, his tag says - but he stops you. "Just come, we have a lot of explaining to do. Something seems to have... messed with the process. In case you are wondering, You are a new experiment - a Clone." --------- After your talk with Dr. Reynolds, you're sort of confused. You've agreed to see him at least twice a month for check-ups, and he hands you a bottle of pills to take twice weekly. As he leads you out the back door to the office and points you in the way of the apartments (built especially for the Clones) you somehow find your way there. You remember your room number and run down the halls, opening your room door. It seems more like heaven than anything you've had before. And then you think about your decision. You have the option of living life normally - free will - or joining the experiment - working for Dr. Reynolds - and staying among your "own people." Which do you choose? |
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Annalicia E. Catchlove "Leecy!" Annalicia turned around and stopped where she was. This Saturday, she was at the park, making her way towards the gap where she would have access to McDonalds and Jamba Juice. She'd heard her name called - by Troy, who was now catching up. "Uh, hey." "'Hey'? I've known you for years and all you can say is 'hey'?" "Well, geez. Sorry I bothered you then." Troy said with a smile, turning away. Annalicia grabbed him. "Nope, you're not going anywhere," she said, laughing. After a while, she and Troy parted, each going a seperate way. Too bad, she told herself, I was beginning to like him. She began to step across the road when she saw an accident. The car was silver and the license plate was - oh, PLEASE not Dad! - her father's. -------------------------------- Dr. Alexander J. Reynolds "Dr. Reynolds? You're wanted on Line Three." "Thank you, Lucy. I'll take that now," Dr. Reynolds said, nodding his greeting to his secretary, Lucile, as he stepped into the office. He headed for the door in the back - his office - and unlocked it, heading straight to the phone. "One moment, please," he said to the person on the other line, setting down his things and draping his jacket over the back of the chair, sitting down slowly. He picked the phone back up. "Hello?" "Officer Jones here. A patient of yours, Darryl Catchlove, has been in an accident. He only has a few not-so-deep cuts, but we are forbidding him to walk away without any examination." "Darryl, you say? Just bring him- " "No, sir. We need you here, at the site. And- HEY! The HECK are you doing behind the line?" "Sir?" "Sorry. Some little girl claiming to be his daughter is hugging all over him. She's Asian and he's White, but I'm not sayin'- " Annalicia... "Please hold up, officer. I'll be right over." |
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"Lucile, I'll be heading down to 41st and Pent Street. Please let anyone who comes in know." He leaned a little closer to Lucile then, and whispered, "Make sure the humans don't suspect the Clones of being different, as always. That wouldn't turn out well for my Plan." He gave the secretary a wink and headed out the door, spotting Ashlyn. "Good morning, Ash. Just going out for a minute, a crash down at the intersection. I'll be back in time for your appointment." He nodded to her, and went about his way out the door, briefcase in hand. Ah, my jacket! He thought. Ah, well. He made his way down to Pent Street and stepped over the line, showing the officers his badge. "Hello Darryl, Annalicia..." He called, letting his gaze linger on his seventh clone. What a work of art, he thought, feeling a little full of himself. Only a master could create.. "Alright. Give me a run-down of the event." Dr. Reynolds said, starting to examine Darryl. "Mr. Catchlove was heading down the road, minding his business. Out of nowhere, a blue car comes and smacks into him. His kid got here ten minutes ago, and she's over here near him, somewhere, but not too close, no contact. Don't want her to give him any viruses or anything," Officer Jones replied, watching Dr. Reynolds check up Darryl. As if. "Well, I see nothing major. He may need three stiches if it doesn't heal within the next day. And a new car." He said, laughing gently. "You're good to go for now, Darryl." "Thank you, Dr. Reynolds. For everything you've done." Alexander could tell he meant his daughter. "No problem. I should be on my way." |
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Annalicia waved to Dr. Reynolds as he left. She could tell her dad had meant something else... She shrugged it off and clung to her dad's arm, walking home. She sighed heavily, both relieved and still scared. What if he'd died? She thought, looking up into the calm brown eyes of her father. No. He couldn't have.
---------------------------- Dr. Reynolds made his way back to the office, finding Ashlyn outside. "Well, hello there, my young grasshopper. I didn't expect to find you outside." He said, motioning for her to walk before him into the office. "Should we get to your check-up?" He said with a soft smile. |
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Dr. Reynolds closed the door to his office, sitting down in his chair, across from Ashlyn. "Alright then. I assume you've kept your body in good health, away from drugs and hard liquor, yes?" He said, taking his clipboard from underneath the chair. "Have you been having any trouble sleeping, eating, or has your body been having any, er, malfunctions?" He stopped himself from gritting his teeth, pushed all thoughts of Gretchen from his mind. Never fail, he thought, I will never fail to make a Clone again. He turned his attention to Ashlyn, raising his eyebrows before jotting something down on his clipboard. By God, I remember those attempts to bring Ashlyn back. He raced back through the memories, caught up in his daydreams. And Annalicia. Only the seventh... of the New Clones. Let her parents think she's just the seventh ever. They will want to be Cloned, and their sisters and brothers... He sighed softly.
The New Clones, though he kept that name to himself, were much more effiicient than the older ones. The older ones were just the clone of the person itself, the looks and the body, mostly meant for saving someone dying, like Ashlyn had been. The newer clones were much more than that. You could make someone up out of thin air, or clone someone, dying or not, memories and all. These new clones also had something else the old clones did not: Immortality. |
Shekinah Shekinah slowly made her way down the hall, lifting her hand on the inside to gently rub it has she walked on. She had nothing to do lately, no music to hear, no images in her head to draw down. It was all to... dull. With a sigh and a noisy breathe out, she decided to go and see what Dr.Reynolds was up to. She liked him the best, for one, bringing her *back* and two, because he seemed like a kind person to her. She rememered that the first few weeks, she wouldn't speak to anyone at all. Only simple gestures of the hand or head was an answer from her. Though, Reynolds had soon gotten her to open up a bit, and from then on, she normally watched him from a distance and was intrigued by what he could do. Coming to his office, she peaked inside to see him busy speaking with Ashlyn, another one of the clones. Shekinah had never spoken to Ashlyn one in her four years, but maybe that was because Ashyln had never exactly caught her attention yet. The young girl did have a talent for art though, and Shekinah had always wished for a talent like that, and like the others, but as far as she knew, she had nothing like them. With a sigh, she decided she should go outside and see if there was something to do out there. |
Movement caught Dr. Reynolds' eye. He peeked at the door to see Shekinah leaving. "Shekinah-- Shekinah!" He called out, and excused himself from Ashlyn for a moment. He jogged down the hall and caught her, touching her lightly on the arm. "Hello, Shekinah. Did you come to see me? Make another appointment perhaps?" He asked, flashing a gentle smile. "If not, I'd love to have you wait - if that's okay - until I'm done with Ashlyn's check-up. If you needed to talk about something, I'm all ears, you know." He said, cocking his head to the side. "But I'd probably better get back. I was kind of rude, leaving like that. Alright then. I guess we can talk later?" He said with a wave, and sent her on her way, he going back to the office.
"I'm sorry for that interruption, Ashlyn. That was rude to leave you." He said, sitting back down and picking his clipboard up. "So, where were we last?" |
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Dr. Reynolds smiled at Ashlyn. "Another Clone. Shekinah, if you've heard of her before." He tapped his pen against the clipboard and wrote a few more things down before getting up again, holding a hand out to Ashlyn. "It seems we've yet to given you a physical for the past six months. Would you mind taking one now?" He said, shooting one of his frequent more-gentle smiles. That's right. "It's quick and effortless on your part, if you don't remember taking them. We usually have Lucile do them, but she's caught up in work, so you'll have to deal with Jessica." He scrunched his nose up. "I really don't remember hiring her, anyways. But she does what she's told." Like all my precious Clones should be doing. "This Doctor is getting to be an old man, am I not?" He laughed, loud and clear.
-------~------- Annalicia helped her father into his bed, and then went into her own room, flopping onto the bed. After hearing her father's countless grunts of pain, she thought he would have been stabbed and dying instead of in a car wreck that gave him a few stitches. She began wondering about her mother, where she was and where she had been the whole time. I hope she's okay, she thought, biting her lip. She sat up and scooted off the edge of her bed, walking down the stairs and to her mother's koto. She ran her fingers along the japanese instrument, sitting to lean against it, a habit from childhood that she hadn't broken, no matter the countless times she was scolded for it. She started when she heard the jingle of keys at the front door, her mother stepping into full view. "Mom!" She squealed, jumping up to hug her mother. "Hello, my little Chimarisu*. Is your father in? And by the way, we have that appointment with Dr. Reynolds today, anywho. We can bring him along." Her mother said with a mega-watt smile. "Ma, Dr. Reynolds checked Da up already. He may need a few stitches if it doesn't make progress in healing tomorrow." "Well, okay then. Go get in the car, Enya. I'll be out in a second." -------~------- Chimarisu - Chipmunk in Japanese Romanji. Annalicia's cheeks used to puff out like a chipmunk when she ate while she was a toddler. |
Rune sat leaning against the wall by the window of the appartment he had been given awhile back. He still understood nothing of this place nor in a way did he want to. It was best if he just stayed in here away from all the others and spoke nothing to anyone...at least he had thought that many times. Now however he wasnt so sure...
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Dr. Reynolds smiled. "That's my girl. As soon as you step out of this room, go down the hall and into the first door on the left. I'll call Jessica in shortly." He sat back down at his desk, turning on the monitor. He decided to check up on his other Clones, hooking up various wires under his desk, and soon screens popped up of the occupied rooms.
Only few knew that he had wires and cameras in the apartments, and he'd ordered them to keep their mouths quiet. He'd also noticed somehow someone else had tapped into a variety of the room's cameras, but he had yet to find out who it was. They won't get very far, I'll tell you. He grumbled to himself when he found that one of his Clones, Rune, wasn't doing much, just sitting by the window. He would have been okay with that if he hadn't done it every day. Rune had been one of the harder Clones to get through, and he'd wondered if it was because he'd made the boy from scratch, no concept in mind of what he wanted him to be, nothing to make him from. He sighed. He'd have to deal with him another time. He searched the other rooms and found nothing wrong, until his monitor went black. The hell? He stood up and charged out of the room, straight to Lucile. "Lucile, my dear, what the he- what's happened to my monitor?" He said, trying to keep his cool. "What do you mean, Dr. Reynolds?" Lucile said, looking up to him from her place in her chair. "What I mean is, Lucy, my monitor just- OW!" He hopped on one foot, holding his other, which Lucile had just ran over in her chair. "Oh my! Why don't we go get you some ice for that foot. One moment, gentlemen." She nodded to a pair of men in dark tuxes. As they went down the hall, Lucile whispered, "Pulled the plug. They request to search your office. Where shall I put everything?" Dr. Reynolds just smiled despite himself. He could trust Lucile. |
Shekinah Shekinah had made her way outside and was sitting at a bench with her legs propped up on it where she was sitting, resting her chin on her knee caps, arms folded arounded them to keep them from falling out of place. This si the way she normally sat down, even in chairs, which was probably more dangerous since they wobbled more than a bench would.. With a sigh, her dark brown eyes wandered to the building, looking up in the windows. She didn't exactly know anyone here except for Dr.Reynolds, which didn't really have any benefits. Just loneliness. Hugging her knees closer, her eyes wandered back to looking straight ahead. She hated her shyness, but she could enver get motivated enough to talk to other clones or people. Not very many humans were too interesting since they didn't do much. To her, anyway. She'd never exactly taken the time to examine them the way she does with others, but as far as she had once, it wasn't very interesting and bored her quickly. Quickly shaking her head, she decided to let her legs loose and stretch out so she could go and fine something. "I really need to exercise more.." she muttered to herself and stood up. |
Annalicia and her mother walked into Dr. Reynolds' office, nearly running into Shekinah. "Sorry!" she squealed, stepping out of her way. They found chairs close by and Annalicia fidgeted while her mother filled out the forms. She snuck peeks around the room, noticing some of the people in the room looked.. different. Near perfect. While others had scars and pimples, they had flawless skin and minimum scratches. Everyone was quiet in the room, but today it seemed too quiet.
"Excuse me, little miss." A man in a dark blue tux addressed her, and Annalicia pouted. Okay, she was short and looked young, but little miss? That was going a bit too far. "There's a plug behind this chair. Would you mind...?" He made a gesture for her to get up and move. She did reluctantly, hearing Dr. Reynolds' voice from down the hall. "Gentlemen, this way, please." The two men in the dark tuxes looked from her to the Doctor, and followed him. When they left, the room erupted in small chatter, sighs of relief and nervous laughter. "Erm..." -------~------- Dr. Reynolds spotted Annalicia and waved to her, ushering the men inside his office. He closed the door and went to sit in his chair, leaning back and propping one of his feet up on his knee. When the two men didn't move, he chuckled. "Sit down, gentlemen. Please," he motioned to two chairs in front of them. One turned to the other, and nodded. They both sat. "What brings you here, gentlemen?" One of them shifted, and so did the other after seeing him, pulling out badges. "Agent Gerald Greenmoore," said the first in the dark blue tux, "Agent Martin Jones," said the second one, the one with the habit of following after the first. "Well, lovely to meet you, Agents Greenmoore and Jones. I am Dr. Alexander J. Reynolds, as you must know," he laughed. "Please, call me Agent Green. I dislike my whole last name." "Of course, Agent Green. Now, what brings you here?" "We ask to seach the facility. We will come back later for the inspection of the whole building, but we at least need to check your office. Will you allow our-" "Agent Green, you need not to ask! My apologies, I did not mean to interrupt. Of course. Where shall I go?" "You may stay in the room, where Agent Jones will be able to see you." Dr. Reynolds smiled and got up from his desk, moving to a chair in the center of the room. Patience, Alexander. They won't find much of anything. |
(( What happened to everyone? OwO ))
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Brendon sighed uneasily as he looked over at Dr. Reynold's office and paced lightly from side to side trying to see what was going on but failing. He had come for his usual check up, not that he minded, but had been waiting for some time to get in. It wasnt because the Doctor had been ignoring him but instead because he had spent a good fifteen minuets nervously going up to the door and back to the little bench outside trying to decide if he should go in and bother Dr. Reynolds or not. In the end he had resided not to disturb his talk with whoever was in there and wait for someone to notice him. It was a little less stressful than taking the risk of barging in too early, even if it did make him late.
Brendon had been to his office before but even though he couldn't remember the exact number of times he knew he hadn't been there as many times as the others. He was an infant in clone terms, he assumed at least, and for some reason knowing that there had been people before him to go through all of this made him feel inferior, like it was some sort of contest. It didnt make any sense but he couldn't shake the feeling. Another sigh came from his lips as he let his head fall back against the wall tiredly. He looked then to a girl that was sitting on the bench. Somehow he had completely missed her. Feeling a little bad for ignoring her he smiled and held out a hand. "Nice to meet you," he said with a smile just as the two cops went into the office. Panic rose from his chest as his overactive imagination went into overdrive and thought of about ten different horrible scenarios of why they had come. 'Oh my God! Their going to arrest someone! Dr. Raynolds? That secretary lady? I was not here! I take no part in this!' He told himself and tried to scooch as far away from the office as he could without touching the girl on the other side of the bench. |
Shekinah Shekinah jsut watched the girl after being slightly bumped into and shrugged, ignoring it. Someone else came into the waiting room, he was younger, since he hadn't been around too long. She watched him for a moment until she looked off, beginning to chew slightly on her lower lip. So much was going on.. and hearing that mans accident seemed a bit frightening... even if he ended up okay. Her eyes shifted slightly again, feeling weight come on the bench beside her. It was the young boy from earlier, and so her eyes went back forward. Hearing his voice after a bit, she had looked over and nodded slightly, going back to her.. buisness. Suddenly, two men came in the room. They looked rather important, like those FBI people she'd seen on T.V. every so often. She watchen them walk into Dr.Reynolds office, which made her huff slightly, though she felt the bench quiver a bit and she looked over again to see the boy looking scared stiff. She blinked for a moment before she realized that these two men were something to him. Feeling a bit bad, one of her arms reached out and touched his shoulder, having to slightly lean since he was so far over. "Do not worry." She said quietly in her deep African accent, with a bit of warm kindness to it. "Nothing will happen to you.." |
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