Orange in the Rainbow

Chapter 6: Never Again

Donald #2's Perspective: He used his cum to create me. I would've understood if it were blood or saliva, but semen? I felt like I just fucked my own father, or twin brother-father! What was I thinking? I wasn't like this man. I'm not his clone, I am my own person, and I have come to a conclusion.

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Donald #1's Perspective: He slapped me, claimed he felt like he just fucked his own father. Now that you think of it, I did create him, but for the purpose that he had just fulfilled. I lied to myself in the beginning. He would never be able to run the country. My clone was corrupt, and it was time to get rid of it.

Donald #2's Perspective: I donned my disguise once more and ran out of the room. I was still slightly dazed from the action, but I had to get rid of this monster. This was my purpose? A homosexual-egosexual sex slave? I ran into my office and grabbed one of the secret pistols that I took from my tower. I aimed it at the door.

Donald #1's Perspective: I burst into my office door to find a weapon, but I ended up running into my clone, aiming at my beautiful face.

"After all that I've done for you. You held my memories. You had my urges," I told him.

He lowered the gun.

"I know I'm not you. I may have thought like you, I may have done things that you would have done, I may share your memories, but I am not you."

For the moment after he spoke, I dove for the gun.

Donald #2's Perspective: He reminded me of how I share his memories and I should share his urges. Tell me something I don't know for once. I've lost all love for him. I'm not him.

DAMN!

He's almost got the gun! Why did I lower my arm? That's it, I must end this once and for all.

Donald #1's Perspective: Unfortunately, tickling yourself wouldn't be effective, but kicking yourself in the nuts is. That's exactly what I did. He pulled the trigger and narrowly missed me. He yelled in pain as I jammed my foot into his crotch even farther. I ripped the gun out of his hand and pulled him up.

"You idiot," he gasped, "I was meant to take your place. Just accept it."

I aimed the gun at his head.

"Wrong."

The second gunshot echoed through the mansion. Several guards ran in and saw me with a man in a torn suit, messy brown hair, a flimsy mustache, and a disfigured face. The police were called and I ordered that they get rid of this "intruder" immediately.

Never again.

My first term was already ended, and I managed to win my second term. More people voted for the third party, leaving me with more votes than the democrats, just like what happened last time, and I must say, the attack eight years ago made me more famous than ever. Now, the memories are a mere blur, and I have a cabinet meeting to attend. I'll be learning who'll be running in the Democratic Party.

"President Trump, sir, we know who will be running against the Republican Party in the 2024 elections," he stated.

"Who is it?" I responded.

"Mr. Kanye Omari West."