Clone

Secret Dystopian Series:

Book 3

Part 1

Chapter 1

Clone Completion

{Amber}

Spooked awake, I dash down to the lab, hoping nothing has gone wrong with my experiment. When I arrive, nothing seems out of place. A sigh of relief escapes me. The controls are on the right settings, the computer is functioning properly, and the gigantic test tube containing my clone is spotless from recent cleaning and polishing.

So far, this clone is the most successful out of all my other clones. With out warning, a rush of emotion floods me. Aim. How could I just let you, my own twin brother, die?! Tears jerk me, making me unstable and emotional. With a soft touch and tears in my eyes, I lightly press my fingers into the tube, wanting rip the clone right out, make it become my brother.

It hurts. I can't take it. It should have been me who died, not my sweet Aim. He was such a good person, and I was nothing but a mental case. My life isn't worth living, but Aim would never want me to die, even if my purpose wasn't clear back then, I chose my new fate. So I have decided my real purpose is to create a clone of Aim. That's my purpose, my reason for living.

"Aim, I won't let your death be the end," I say to the clone, stroking the tube like a crazy person. I suppose I am crazy, but don't get me wrong, I act normal around other people for my own safety. If anyone knew what I was doing, I would be arrested for human experimentation. It's been against the laws to clone humans for as long as I can remember, but I don't care.

Only a few weeks ago, I woke from a coma only to find my whole family was dead. I only wanted Aim back though. He was my other half, my only friend, my beloved brother. I need him more than anything. I had been in a coma for six years. SIX YEARS. Six years of my life down the drain. Six years I'll never get back. Six years I lost in that coma. Six years. Six! Six! Six!

I can't come to terms with being in a coma so long. However, I can come to terms with my parents' deaths. Don't get me wrong, I loved my parents, but they just didn't understand. Aim was the one who was always there for me, and now he's gone. I'm all alone. Now, I am cloning him.

I look intently at the clone. The resemblance was perfect. He had Aim's blonde hair and all his other features. He was never the muscular type, so scrawny, yet so strong at the same time. This clone, of course, had to be aged to be my age, 14. This is what Aim would look like if he made it to this age.

I'm a little strange, but I never said I was sane. The clone didn't actually had clothes on in a test tube full of certain liquids for cloning. I didn't mind, of course. He's my brother after all. Eyes closed, the clone had the same long, dark lashes that Aim had. Breathing through special tubes connected to his body that keep him stable, breathe for him, and supply him nutrients so he could grow, he's seems frozen in time, eyes closed, arms and legs floating gracefully in the liquid. It seems odd to think this, but he's so beautiful in suspended animation.

Finally satisfied, I walk back up stairs to my room, checking the time. Ugh. Time to get ready for my first day of school. I used to love school, but that was when Aim went with me. Now, school is just a ghost of my past.

Sighing, I look in the mirror, trying to see what I should fix up. I don't want to do anything unnecessarily. Wow, I look horrible. Maybe I should've showered last night. Oh well, I slather on deodorant and perfume. Stripping down to my undergarments, I find a new black tank and tight short shorts to put on. Okay, one more look in the mirror. Ugh. My clothes are too tight fitting. I want to attract as little attention as possible. I'll slip my black hoody on. Good. Now, my hair could use a good brushing. Quickly, I get to the bathroom to press a few buttons so that my hair would be brushed and braided for me. When I was done, I slid my long braid over my right shoulder, and let my shorter hair in the front hang in front of left eye, covering it completely. Shoe time. I pull on my black and white stripped knee socks, and then put on my black leather combat boots over them. Good. I'm ready.