Inheritance

Chapter Eight: More training

For the third time that week, Ian found himself running. The second time his life was at risk also in a week. Honestly, this Bladeworks thing was kinda of a letdown. "Oh, you have the power of Bladeworks. Oh, such amazing, much power, blah, blah, blah." But they weren't getting chased by a group of clones of themselves, are they? No, they were not.

Flashback to before, when Ian wasn't getting chased by clones of himself but was being advanced upon by the same clones of himself, so not really a better option for him right now. They all advanced towards him until they were all around him. They stared at him and he stared at them. It was very dramatic and all that.

He looked closely at each of their faces. Using the light of the light bulb, he could see that each one of them, while looking almost exactly the same, has some differences between them. For example, they each had different marks on their faces, that looked like Roman numerals, going from one to twelve if he went around the circle. They also seemed to have different varieties of tattoos on their arms, or at least by what Ian could see of the tattoos. He was pretty shocked by the whole, 'super observant' thing, usually,  he didn't pay attention to things like that. He had to ask the old man about this; when he was done ignoring him, of course. 

"Hey"

Ian looked up. The leader of the clones, (aka, number one, (aka, the one with the "I")) was talking to him.

"Hey, look at me"

Ian looked at him. He seemed to be smiling in the most culty, insane way.

"We're going to try and kill you now"

"Ah," Ian wasn't that worried. He was pretty sure this was just a trial or whatever, and that this was just a dream. Maybe that's what the whole, "I will not fear" thing came from.

"I don't think you understand, we're going to kill you"

"Neat"

"Then strip the meat from your bones..."

"Awesome. Are you going to eat it?"

"...and eat it"

"Knew it."

It's funny how things can go from one side of an issue to another so quickly. One second, Ian was super smug and almost completely sure that nothing will happen. In only five seconds, he was feeling the complete opposite of that was pretty sure that he was going to die. Here's how that happened. It was three things honestly.

First off, Ian was just about to mentally tell the old man to suck it, when he heard this:

"YOU DUMBASS, RUN! IT'S NOT A DREAM RUN. YOU WILL DIE, RUN! STOP IGNORING ME AND RUN!

That was the first thing.

Secondly, every single Ian clone pulled out a type of firearm. Guns, and other stuff. The number one guy had a belt of throwing knives that he exposed to the people in the room.

That was the second thing.

The third and probably most influential thing was that the first guy threw one of the knives at Ian. He ducked while yelping in a way that he wasn't all that proud of. He was proud of the way that he dodged the knife until he felt his head and realized that he had gotten himself a haircut. The knife had passed through his hair and had cut a part of his hair off. Ian looked up and saw the brown hair float down and rest of the stone floor.

The number one guy and Ian stared at each other in silence. Finally Ian decided to end the silence:

"So, is this the part where I run or something?"

This is what most people call having your back against the wall. There was no escape,or at least in Ian's mind there wasn't. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place, as people seem to say. It seemed that he was going to die, not because he had something to live for, but because he really, really  wished that he did.

Then the rock exploded.

"Sure, go ahead and run"

But the pieces were still coming right at him.

"But we'll chase you"

Ian needed what some would call a refresher on what was going to happen, so he asked again.

"So, you still want to kill me?"

"Yeah, kinda our thing"

"But you're letting me escape"

"We're letting you run, there's a difference. Let's call it a compromise."

That's pretty much how it happened.

Ian was still running. The only thing that kept him going was the fact that the guys behind him seemed to be just as tired as him. Which was good, because he also felt like he was dying. The only thing that was keeping him going was two facts. One, that every time that he did slow down a knife flew at him. The other reason is that he if he stopped, he would probably die, so he would be feeling the feeling of dying for real

Until those guys got tired.

Ian looked back and saw that the clones were all panting. Bend over, holding their knees and just tired. 

With shock overcoming him, Ian something totally unexpected. He willingly started a conversation with the old guy.

"Um,... what's going on?"

"Dude, they're clones of you, and you are kinda a fattie."

"Hey!"

"You know what I mean. You have no stamina and they're clones of you; so they have no stamina either. It's simple science really."

"Are you sure, because that doesn't sound like simple science to me?"

"Trust me on this. You really don't have a choice."

"Ok, what do we do?"

"First, you need to wait for them to get their energy back. Trust me this is going to be awesome!"

"I don't trust you, I really don't"

"Wanna bet on it?"

Ian looked at the clones of himself, that were still trying to catch their breath. They were failing, because they looked too tired to chase anything, even in the metaphor. He had time.

"How much?"

A/N: Wow, it has been more than three days since the last update. This sucks. I really don't have an excuse except that senior year is hard. Plus last week was a crapton of stuff with crappy internet and school trips. But like a bad politician, I will stick with the promise. Chapter 9 should be out by Friday, GMT +3. Hopefully. I have all my ideas ready, so this shoudn't take long. Remember to vote and comment any thoughts that you might have. Thanks guys!