Clone Oneshots

Escape

Word count: 2,348
Translations: none
Warnings: bit of angst I guess, slight mention of torture but only briefly

The distant sound of crying-no, sobbing- filled the clone's ears as he began to stir. Crosshair let out a grown as he slowly sat up, his body aching all over from the amount of torture and experiments Hemlock had done. He rubbed his eyes before looking at his surroundings.

 He was back in his cell.

Crosshair turned to look out of the cell, a small, curled up form in the one across from him caught his attention. The sniper stood, leaning onto the wall for support as his legs were shaky. 

"...Omega?" He asked, recognizing the blonde locks. Her hair is longer, he noted, scanning over her form. She didn't appear to have any injuries thankfully. 

The girl looked up at the sound of her name. She looked scared. Tear stains littered her face, along with the many tears that were still falling. "Crosshair?" She croaked, staring at him like she had seen a ghost.

 "What the hell are you doing here?" Crosshair asked. Had those idiots not listened to him?  He said Plan 88, this looked like they had done the complete opposite.

Omega visibly flinched at his tone, shrinking up against the wall more. "I got captured." She mumbled, avoiding his gaze for a moment. Crosshair was silent, watching his sister carefully. "Are you alright?" He asked, the genuine worry in his tone catching Omega off guard. She nodded slowly, looking up and meeting his eyes. 

"You're obviously not. Why are you crying?" He crossed his arms, not dropping eye contact with the girl. 

"Crosshair..." She started, her voice shaky. Tears welled up in her eyes, clouding her vision as her breathing began to quicken. "Tech...Tech, h-he's, he's g-gone." Omega cried, desperately trying to wipe away her tears. 

Crosshair stared at Omega for a moment, confusion painted on his features. "W-what do you mean Tech is gone?"  He asked, limping closer to the barrier. "What happen-"

"Plan 99."  Omega said sadly, closing her eyes. "Rail car. H-he knew he w-w-was weigh-ing us down. He c-cut his cable."

Crosshair stared at her in disbelief, his breathing becoming quick and ragged. "What were you doing on a rail car?" He asked, trying to stop himself from imagining the scene. "We were t-trying to get information. That way w-we co-uld find y-you." Omega whispered, just loud enough so Crosshair would hear. 

Crosshair's fists clenched at his sides, his rage beginning to shine through. He felt a hot tear run down his face and he immediately turned away from Omega and wiped it away. He should have known they were too stubborn to stay away, and now Tech is...no, Tech has to be alive.

"I'm sorry." Omega sniffed from her little corner in the cell, staring down at her feet. "W-we told him not too, but he didn't listen-"

"Just...stop." Crosshair hissed, turning his head towards the girl. Omega nodding shyly, her lips forming a tight line as she tried to wipe her tears away.  "You need to get out of here. You're the one they want, kid." The sniper told her. 

Omega nodded again, finally looking up at Crosshair. Surprisingly, he was looking back at her, his eyes red and watery. She stood up, inching closer to the red barrier of her cell. "How do we get out?"

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