The pic above is of 3033...
She struts her way to the very center of the chamber, turns to face upon me. Her brow is arched in disapproval, her eyes glowering poisonously. Looking at her is like staring into a mirror. We resemble. I am her replica, her perfect little duplicate. She is many months old, many years older than myself though her face does not reveal that much thanks to the numerous chemicals she actively consumes. From her came the egg that was fertilized to give rise to me.
Still, she was not the same human that carried me in her womb, that birthed me. My surrogate mother did. My darling mother, Enya. Drawing back to reality, I drink in the sight of her. Lengthy luscious strands that cascade down to and tickle her shoulders in soft waves. Lips of a cherry hue. Eyes of a vermillion blue hue, so striking. Body enfolded in a nicely tailored blackly suite paired with a set of blackly stileto heels.
"Tell me something, Subject 3033. Why on earth would you attempt an escape from your home, from the very place you were birthed and grew up?" Tranquil, her voice is tranquil.
And yet her intent is anything but.
"Siobhan..."
Even before I proceed any further with my response, electric currents jolt painfully through my venations. They cause me to shriek in raw agony whilst I curl my body in a tight ball. They'd implanted a tracking chip inside my system, the very same chip they'd use to electrocute my body at any moment they'd deemed I crossed the line -displeased or fail to appease Siobhan or the scientists in the labs.
"Refer to me as Miss Siobhan and nothing short of, Subject 3033."
I groan and groan till the currents wear off, till they simmer down, till my body ceases to convulse. Then, I sit upon the bed straight, glower at the demon incarnate as she too glowers upon me. My heart thrums mightily inside my temples and in the crook of my neck. My ears rings repetitively. My jaw ticks, it clenches.
"You want to know why I attempted to escape this facility, Miss Siobhan? Fine. It is because I am held captive, held prisoner and at your mercy. The very thought of being incapable of controlling how I live, what I see, what I touch, with whom I speak drives me insane."
"So you seek freedom, I see. But the fact that you butchered well over ten security personnels, three female nurses and one of our very best scientists in your futile attempts to flee only means you've stripped yourself of even the smallest of privileges you'd formerly held."
As she eloquently voices her thoughts in a monotone, her arms remain clasped behind her back.
She's always exuded that aura, one of dominance, of prominence, of unfathomable danger. Not once has she failed to act upon her words as well as her promises. Yes, I should be shaken up by her statement -that now, my meals will effectively be reduced in portion, that I shall train relentlessly with little rest in the night. And yet, her statement hardly disheartens me. She's subjected me to far worse. Far far worse that I shadder.
"Can I ask you something, Miss. Siobhan?"
She does not respond, just glances in my direction with pursed lips.
"Is President Rehan aware of my presence? Does he have word of my existence? Is it not illegal and against stipulated law to clone humans?"
For the briefest of seconds, her serene demeanor cracks, faulters.
But she is quick to regain her composure just as hastily as she'd lost it. Slowly, she drags in a deep breath, sharply, she exhales.
"You've finally figured it out, haven't you. Good, it was about time. You are a secret best kept concealed from man until time is ripe for them to receive word of your creation. And I dictate when time is ripe."
I chuckle a small humourless chuckle, rub at the bridge of my nose, sigh.
Turning towards the walls, I draw back the dagger and toss it once more. If I were to slit her throat she'd return the favor -not to me but to my darling mother. And I care for her far more than I do for myself. Speaking of...
"How is my mother, Miss Siobhan?"
Her head tilts ever so slightly, her eyes drinking, observing.
"She is dead as punishment for your transgressions. That was the only way we knew how to tame you."
Time seems to halt and I halt along with it. Gradually, my head cocks to stare upon Siobhan.
"Don't lie to me, Miss," I grit between clenched teeth, I grit lowly.
"I do not," is her simplistic, sadistic response.
I have no idea from where the energy sprouts but it does and on there own accord, my feet move before my brain can ponder.
I leap off the bed, sprint in her direction and lunge my body against hers. I straddle her petite frame, effectively knocking her off her feet, draw dagger from walls and slash her cheek in one fluid motion. Tossing weapon carelessly to the floors, my palms slither and firmly grip woman's neck, strangulating and constricting as the wells that temporarily blind my vision begin to dribble down my cheeks hotly.
"You killed her! You killed my mother! Why would you do that!"
She chokes, attempts to croak a response, wriggles her body violently
up until titanium doors glide open and my body is forcefully yanked from hers. To the tiled floors my body is pinned harshly and to my left and right they grip my arms powerfully much as I jerk and jerk against their strength.
"I will kill you, Siobhan. I will..."
Unfathomably painful currents dart through my tendons and muscles and through the redness of the blood in my venations -setting my entire system ablaze.
I screech, I scream, I yell on the very top of my lungs not only because of the tormenting hurt that courses throughout the entirety of me, but also because of the agony of loss.
Siobhan sits herself upon the grounds
palming and feeling for the skin of her neck whilst she coughs her lungs out.
"Sedate her. She'll face punishment for manhandling me as soon as she comes to," is her command whilst she now clutches firmly her weeping flesh.
I thrash even more aggressively as one of the guards kneels right next to my side and pierces silver needle into the skin on the small of my back.
"Leave me!"
Gradually, the chamber grows dimmer, darker, and my breathing more prominent, more laboured. With almost shutting eyes, I take in the sight of Siobhan smoothing her skirts now on her feet. She whispers angrily into one of the guards ears, nods head in response to something spoken to her by him, then makes to exit the chamber entirely -trembling palm still pressed to her cheek. And as she struts away, only one thought plunges my mind. I will end her, permanently...
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Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)
Science Fiction'They raised her to be void of human emotion, he made her feel them...' The year is 3000 and technology on planet earth has immensely advanced. After the successful creation of robotic and test tube babies, scientists have teamed up to manufacture t...
