Caught

Chapter 2: Testing

Mr. Shade, how I had known him to be called, smiled at me, "Logan huh? You seemed a little unsure of that for a second. I started to shake my head, but then stopped. I shouldn't lie..I might get my head taken off. Anyway Mr. Shade chuckled a bit, "well it's nice to meet you Logan. Now might I ask you something..very...blunt?", he asked, a little hesistant of asking me such a thing. I was going to say 'yes I do mind thanks for asking' but curiosity got the best of me and I mumbled a quiet "no" Shade nodded and looked at his hands folded in his lap as he contemplated what to say then suddenly, "do you know what you are?" again I wanted to say 'yes i do' but I didnt know alot about myself so I shook my head. This time he put on a serious face and stood, "alright then. You are a clone. Some thing the United States created to protect against  any foreign objects launched by other foed countries. You were created in the image of Heidi Priestly. She is currently presiding about a two hours drive from here. Now, while I would love for you to meet her, it would cause a scene to drive in military vehicles to visit and chat.  While we figure out if you are a threat or not you will be living here for a while. You will be taken care of like this until we can clear you and you could maybe live normally." he told me. I nodded slowly, absorbing all of the information I had just recieved, "A normal life huh? Like...with people..and a family..and friends even?" I murmered. Mr. Shade nodded. Suddenly I felt sick....maybe this wasn't such a good thing after all.

The next morning I was wakened by somebody opening the dozens of steel doors that locked me into a small cell at the back of the facility. When I sat up a person in a hazmat suit was standing there with those guards all around him/her. Hazmat walked up to me, yanked me up from my cot and patted me down. Ya, as if I could hide weapons underneath a miniskirt. Anyway Hazmat put cuffs on me and dragged me down the long corridoor and into a bright room with training equipment. Great.

All I remember before passing out was that they hooked electrodes up to my head and arms and told me to start running. I had no choice but to obey since, once again, the guards were there with guns pointed at my head. Seriously, what did they think I was going to do? Anyway, I also remember that when I had been running for a while someone would come in and adjust the speed on the treadmill. Finally it either got so fast or I was just so tired and sweaty I passed out from overexursion. Then here I was, back in my cell, sweaty tired and sore. A few hours later Mr. Shade came in and sat in a chair across the room, "how are you feeling?", he asked. I raised an eyebrow, "I don't know. How would you feel if you had just been running on a treadmill for 6 hours strait?", I couldn't help but be sarcastic. It's just how I am. Shade laughed, "Not well I suppose. Well anyway, that was only for today. There won't be anything more like that I can assure you. Now, if you're hungry the cafeteria is down the hall if you would just follow me." I nodded and got up and followed him, or rather the guards, down the hall. As we were walking he turned towards me, "Oh and I have something to ask you if thats alright" he said catiously. I nodded and gestured for him to continue, "ya sure, what is it?" I asked. He smiled and bit and then quickly frowned, "are you afraid of needles?"