CLYDE
"Come with me. You have to." A 17 year old girl says to me in an alleyway, I shove her away and ignore her.
"Please," She begs, "I was ordered to."
"I have no idea who you are." I shake my head.
"Check your phone." She says,
I do check my phone, 17 missed calls from Uncle John and 45 new texts from him. What the heck?! What would Uncle John want from me? My phone starts to ring. I pick it up.
"Clyde?" My uncle's low voice whispers into the phone.
"Yeah, Uncle John? What do you want?" I roll my eyes,
"There will be a 17 year old girl named Insanity picking you up. She will bring you to me. Don't worry, I'll explain everything when you get to me." He whispers,
"Okay?" I say,
I look at the girl, her skin is pale white, her hair is an odd shade of blue, probably dyed, she's wearing a white vest, a blue sleeveless shirt, white pants, and white boots. All her clothes are dirty and ripped up. She is shockingly thin. She holds a knife on her right hand and a gun on her left.
"Are you sure she won't hurt me?" I panic a little, she smirks and laughs a bit.
"No, maybe a little." He says, "And plus if she does she has a friend who can control her."
"Thanks for scaring me to death." I say,
"It's okay, I assure you, you're safe." He says, "I have to go. See you there."
"Wait!" I shout into the phone, but it's too late, he's already gone.
"You ready?" She asks me.
"You're Insanity?" I ask,
"Yup, can we go now? I need to get back to my friends as fast as I can." She says,
"Yeah. Okay. What type of name is Insanity?" I ask, we start walking, she glares at me.
"Doesn't matter, not my choice. Let's go." She says.
"Where?" I ask,
"You'll see." She says, climbing up a ladder which heads to a roof of a building.
When I head up, I see a helicopter. It's about 15 buildings away. She gets a plank on the floor, she puts it on the gap between this building and the next, creating a bridge. We walk on it. On the next, we jump. Once we reach the 14th building, she grabs her head and screams in pain.
"Are you okay?" I ask her,
"No! Go! Leave me! Tray!" She shouts, as if on cue there is a boy.
He's same age, reddish orangish hair, black jeans, red sneakers, grey jacket, red shirt. He also looks like he lives in a dump, eating nothing.
"I'm changing! Go with him! Head to the helicopter!" She screams, shutting her eyes.
"Come on, let's go." He tugs my arm and starts running.
We jump onto the 15th building and I look behind me, the girl looks like she passed out. Eerily, she gets up. She looks different. She has shards of ice for hair, wearing a black long sleeve dress which reaches the floor, silver heels. She smirks. She throws an icicle at my feet. I have no idea where it came from though. It's summer.
I hear a cackle.
INSANITY
Earlier that day.
It's been 249 days since we left the base. Things have changed. Our appearances has changed to a likeness more like our powers. It's hard to recognize each other. Evil Luna has been harder to control. She shows up whenever she likes now. Inferno was shot in the head while rioters were trying to get info out of him. All of us are now camping in an abandoned building somewhere in New York.
"Guys, I have to bring someone to the government building." I say to them. "Do you want me to bring more food and water?"
"Be careful. Security is more heightened in the store, I got caught last time." Des warms her hands by the fire.
"If you have a hard time with Evil Luna, just call me. You know I'll hear." Tray squeezes my hand, I smile.
"Thanks. I'll go now." I say,
"Hold on, bring my just in case knife. Put it in your pocket." Dark hands me a pocket knife.
"Okay, bye." I wave, they wave back.
We've been starving for days. Chaos and Fear have been held in prison for 5 days for stealing food for us. We're gonna break them out in a week. I head down to the store. It's messy and many people are shouting at the cashier to buy their stuff. There aren't much security at any place anymore. America had become a 3rd world country about 6 months ago. I get some bread, canned meat, and water and stuff them into my bag and run out.
"Well, well, what's in the bag?" A man holds me up in an alleyway. I grab my knife I stab him.
"Holy crap! You crazy?!" He grabs his stomach,
"I was about to ask you the same." I sneer at him. "Aw, you got my knife dirty." I complain, looking at the stains on the blade.
I turn to his gang and get my gun and shoot all of them. I start running into the park when I hear police sirens. I head into another alleyway. I see the man I'm supposed to pick up. He has brown, shaggy hair and is wearing a suit and is carrying a suitcase. I wonder why John wants me to pick him up. I think about all the current events.
Oh my God.
He's a replacement.
