Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)

Epilogue

With dazed eyes, I glance up at the female. I can only make out her  blurred figure making slow, deliberate steps in my direction. She is the brunette from the bunker, the boss that ordered the execution of my nurse. I move my arms, feel for the blade sticking through the skin on my lower back, while tasting the salty, metal liquid that's risen up my oesophagus.

I cannot lose this child too. I've lost my mother, and now, my mind is battling against the truth of Noe's...
My heart aches, irreparably broken into a million and one pieces. Blinking the stinging tears, I fight to keep my eyes wide open, much as I'm losing touch with reality. No, I will not go down like this, I cannot. My head hangs low, the weakness gnawing on my insides.

I have lost so much blood, too much blood.

Booted feet stand still before me, and as I follow the outline of the brunette's body all the way up to her face, a slap on the cheek, nerve-numbing and hefty, causes my neck to snap to the side. The ceilings should be giving in soon enough, if the explosion was powerful enough.

"If I die, you die with me, subject 3033," she taunts, pulling on my ponytail, as the grounds beneath us begin to tremble.
I try to pry her fingers away, try to overpower her, but the blade buried in my flesh, renders me frail.
If I pull it out, I risk dying, and for my child and I, I cannot die by my own hand.

She draws me to the very edge of the floors, right on the metal rails, and sits me against the steel bars, aiming the gun in my direction.
"Why do you want me dead?"
I cannot recognize my own voice, and as my head falls forward, I take in the sight of crimson painting the white floors, leading from where I was knelt, up to where I am sat.
"Because you killed her, you murdered Siobhan, and I loved her."

"Then end this already," is the only thing I have to say, shutting eyes, and leaning my head into the steel bars, anticipating the cold embrace of lady death.
With one final breath, I let myself reminisce about my life on earth, let my brain recall thoughts of Noe, thoughts of my mother, thoughts of Tokyo, and even my nurse and little Joella.

Death is inevitable, but is it a painless process? Because I was a clone, will I end up in hell or in the heavens with the Holy One? Am I worth being with the Holy One? Will I be accepted into the gates of the heavens, or is hell's sulphurous lake awaiting my presence? Ah, but my mother is now an angel, she was one with a pure heart, an innocent soul.

A heavy thud is what draws my mind back to harsh reality. My eyes, now half open, take in the sight of Lady Brunette, who's sprawled out on the grounds in a pool of red, with eyes wider than those of a strangulated lizard, upper and lower body detached. From a distance, stands a guard, covered and geared up from head to toe, clutching a ray gun.

I shut my eyes, I let myself drown in the looming darkness, as my body is levitated and carried in warm arms. With nothing left to do, I press my head against the guard's rigid chest.
"I have you now, I have you now, Tallulah. I have you now, you will be okay. You will be okay, just hold on, please hold on..."

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My eyes fight to open, and instantly, fear grips me like a vice. My mind is unable to recognize the place in which I'm in, and immediately, the thought of escaping, takes over. Tubes stick up my nasal cavity, and more, up the back of my hand. Am I alive? Is this purgatory? Why won't my eyes flutter open?

A hand caresses my forehead smoothly, velvet lips plant feathery kisses onto my forehead, and hair tenderly smoothed, until my body relaxes under the touch.
"Tallulah, you have to wake up, you've been gone for a while now, wake up, please," the voice of a man pleads, and once again, lips press chaste kisses on the back of my palm.