Cloned.

Chapter 1 - Reality Change

Saturday 24 May 2014 07:58

I looked at the drawing in front of me, biting on my lower lip thoughtfully before shading the figure's shoe a little more. Uncle Luke had said he would go to the outside world to get me some other drawing utensils when he had some time. He had said that eleven days ago, and still hadn't gotten me anything. So I was stuck with ordinary pencils and paper for the time being.

I quickly speared a glance at the grandfather clock standing by the right hand corner wall in my small room. Two minutes until Uncle Luke would come in with my breakfast.

I had already showered and put clean clothes on. That was mandatory in order to get breakfast from the old man. As was being punctual. So instead of saving stuff for the last minute I was always early. 

Sitting in my old dusty room with stained walls that once were white, I couldn't help but question my existence. I was a copy of a living person, that much I knew. That person was a celebrity (which means 'a very known person'), that I knew too. But that was about it. Uncle Luke was vague with answers, never fully responding to my questions. The only thing he kept saying was that I was 'his treasure, and I was going to get him all the money he wanted'. I was yet to figure out what that meant.

I actually had a deeply buried wish to meet my copy, or any person for that matter. But meeting him instead of someone else would probably answer some of the questions that constantly flooded my mind. He would surely be nice, too. Someone to talk to and laugh with during boring times like these. I really wanted a friend.

I faint knock on the wooden door pulled me out of my thoughts as the door creaked open, revealing the bearded face that was my creator.

"Good morning, Kai," he greeted before stepping into the room with a tray carrying a big glass containing a white tin-foiled package and a pitcher filled with water.

"Hello, Uncle," I responded, putting my drawing to the side and standing up to receive my breakfast.

He handed me the tray, me pouring the warm water into the glass and ripping the packet open, shaking in its contents into the glass full of the clear liquid. 

I settled back on the bed, the glass holding a now viscous liquid cupped in my hands. Normally, this would be when Uncle Luke excused himself out of my room, having fulfilled his duty. But he surprised me with putting a wrinkled hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Kai," he began, looking down at his slipper covered feet. Oh, no, I thought. This can't be good. 

The silence was ear piercing as I waited for what felt like my judgement.

He suddenly looked up and met my eyes, an almost crazy burning visible behind his blue irises. "How do you feel about doing some exploring of the house, son?" He asked. My jaw fell to the floor. Never had he once invited me out of this depressing room. Not even when I in my younger days had yearned to play some football. Not even when I'd accidentally set the room on fire and was choking on the toxic gas. He'd just covered my mouth with an oxygen mask while extinguishing the fire.

So him inviting me out into the rest of the huge house (I knew this house was huge because my room was located on the third floor) was something extremely out of the ordinary. 

Suddenly a wave of confusion hit me. Why did he want me to come out after being stuck in here for so long? This obviously wasn't some random gesture of courtesy; there was a reason behind this. He wanted something out of it, and probably was going to get it too. 

He was still staring at me, expecting an answer.

"Why?" I asked, not even trying to hide the confusion and hurt lacing my voice. "Why now?"