A child’s scream woke me up from my sleep. I opened my eyes to realize that the scream came from my own mouth. I pressed my hands to my mouth to stop the scream and closed my eyes tight. When I regained my composure, I opened my eyes again and sat up in the bed.
The bed I lay in was a princess’ bed. Pink with frills all around, cushions were thrown around me and some lay on the floor on each side of the bed. I assumed without looking that some even lay at the foot of the bed. White lace curtains were hung from the sides of the bed and covered the top. I slid to the side, opened up the curtains and put my feet to the ground. The walls of the room were white with pink ballerinas. Porcelain dolls were placed on a shelf. Books were placed under the dolls. The room reminded me of the room I dreamed of having as a child back when my mother was trustworthy and that Mr. Shelvy was alive and my father. That thought made me see through the glamour – this was a cell covered by a dream I had that Angel saw and that Lieutenant Kuaeken created.
“You’re awake?” asked a small voice from the side.
I turned my head towards the voice. What I saw had me stunned. Black hair, green eyes and the same skin tan. She resembled myself at the age of ten. She wore a white child gown with white ballet shoes. This must have been her room but how could it be?
“I … yes, I just woke up.” I answered.
“I’m sorry. It must be such a shock for you to see yourself in me. My name is One.” she spoke as she gracefully curtsied towards me.
“One?” I asked.
“Yes.” she smiled. “They couldn’t give me your name. Can’t have identical girls with the same name and blood level.”
She turned around and opened a large wardrobe that I knew was once again glamour created by Kuaeken. Perhaps she was an illusion created by one of the other guards.
“Are you real?” I asked.
She stopped mid-movement and turned towards me again.
“Sometimes, I wish I was not. I am so young yet my mind has seen more then any ten year old child ever could see. I am no illusion, Crissy. I am your clone, One.”
As she said it the walls disappeared and the cell that I knew was hidden behind the glamour returned. Shann was standing alone behind the glass wall with a large smile on his face.
“You should see her body under that white gown. She’s a perfect copy of you in mind except her body is robotic. Doesn’t show, does it?” he explained.
“You disgust me, always have, always will.”
“I’m glad she doesn’t have your personality.” he smirked at me before turning his eyes towards her. “One, come back here will you?”
She looked at me with pleading eyes. They showed pain, but if she was a robot how could she have a mind of her own and feel pain? She closed those tear filled eyes and in a blink of the eye she was on the other side of the glass. Teleportation. Robots couldn’t teleport. What the heck was going on here?
“Shann, I want black energy please. I haven’t had any in a while, and all that cutting up chewed at my strength.”
“Your wish is my desire, Master.” he answered with a bow. When he stood again he started laughing away at a joke we hadn’t heard. “One, serve Mz.Tane here.”
She nodded and once again, closed her eyes and was gone. Two seconds. It took her took seconds from the time she closed her eyes to teleport. She was not a robot. She was very much human – well as much human as she could be considering she was my clone and I was a demon.
“What else would you like to have?” he asked me. “Company perhaps?”
As he spoke the words the wall behind him turned into glass the way I knew it would and Shawn was chained to the wall there – bruised. I ran to the glass and screamed his name even if I knew he wouldn’t hear me. He seemed unconscious but if he was still there that meant he was still alive at least. Shann laughed and let the rest of the walls become glass windows for me to see that everyone was chained, bruised and bloodied.
“What did you do to them!” I screamed through the glass.
“The same thing we did to you; we experimented on them. The problem was that they didn’t co-operate as much as you did and we had to test over and over since their clones always died in the process. Do you wish to meet their clones?” he explained with his typical madman grin.
Five ten year old children appeared beside him. Exact copies of my parents Wayne and Anny, of Shawn and Jessica and of Jayke except much younger. I couldn’t have been out of it for ten years, I’d feel much older but it felt like only a few days at max.
“How come they’re so old already?” I asked staring at the children.
“Ahh, I was wondering when you’d ask. Well, since we need them against you all, we thought speeding up their aging process would help a little. The only side effect to that is that it counters the demon blood’s aging cycle.” he patted Wayne’s clone’s head as he spoke. “Basically, after we were done giving them ten years of age the twice slower and after eighteen four times slower aging process of a demon was canceled so they’ll age as fast as a typical human, or as fast as a demon without their horns.”
When he spoke of the horns I started to panic. Had they taken away my horns during the surgery? I turned around and closed my eyes, concentrated on my horns. They had to still be there, I would NOT be a demon without my horns.
“Don’t worry, your horns are intact. As you said earlier, the surgery took a lot of your power so you won’t be able to make them come out.” He’d read my mind the way he obviously would.
“Crissy, your black energy.” whispered the sweet voice that I recognized as my own but knew it was One.
One, you need to get away from here. You’re human even if you’re me. You’re not a robot like the others. I tried to tell her.
I took the shot glass from her and with my eyes showed her that I knew Shann couldn’t overhear us. He was on the other side of the protective glass, we were inside.
I am you in more then one way, Crissy. I am you in thoughts also. I am you in every way. I will help you be free.
With those words she left for Shann’s side once more but with the smile she gave me, I knew I would be out of here soon. The robotics inside her, hadn’t survived my genes. I guess my blood was too strong for metal. I also found out then that these glass walls weren’t perfect. Shann could read me from outside, but he couldn’t read a mind conversation going on inside from the outside. I’d find a way to let the others out then One would help me free myself.
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Demon Child
FantasyIn 2010 there was a baby boom. The difference was that every child born that year was a demon. Many had been born demons in the past, the first one appearing in the medieval times. But 2010 brought the demon rate higher and higher. It was humans aga...