Fallen

Hannam the Hills

Jackson's POV

A day before I left the dorm. I was on the couch watching TV while Mark is inside the room resting. It was almost midnight when I decided to sleep as well. I stood up to go to our room when I felt a sharp pain in my chest, I felt my knees become like jelly as I fell on my knees to the floor. I grabbed my chest as I felt myself struggle and gasp for air. At that moment I noticed that my right arms started to become transparent. I started to panic and tried to shout for Mark but decided not to. I crashed on the floor hugging myself as I try to stifle my shouts due to the pain. The pain was excruciating its as if something is seriously wrong with the real Jackson. Yes, I said "real Jackson", you might be asking who I really am right? Well to answer your question, let me take you back a few months after Jackson was transferred to the US.

I was lying in bed half conscious, I can hear machines beeping and people talking around me. "Everything looks good, his vitals are all normal," one of them said. "No other issues I presume?" another person said. "When will he wake up? It has been 2 months since he was created," an old man's voice quizzed. "We will keep monitoring him, as for now let us be glad that he's a success," the first person who spoke answered. "How about his memory? Will he have Jackson's memory?" the old man asked again. "Jackson's memory and his memory are connected, whatever memory Jackson already has is also in his memory, and all memory he'll acquire will also be in Jackson's memory," the second person said. Don't worry experiment 0328 is state of the art, we spent a lot on him to make him perfect. I slowly opened my eyes and examined my surrounding as I slowly sat on the bed, and said: "I need to see Mark."

Yes, I am an experiment, an imitation of the original, I am a "clone". Jackson's grandparents didn't want to let go of Jackson yet. So they asked around and they were informed that the hospital is looking for some volunteers that will donate their DNA to be used to create a clone. Obviously, they donated Jackson's DNA so here I am. But there's a catch, I'll only exist as long as the real Jackson's heart is still beating. It's the only flaw of the so-called perfect experiment. And I feel that it won't be long until Jackson let's go. The pain subsided and my arms returned to normal as I catch my breath and seated on the couch. At that precise moment, I heard Mark shouted Jackson's name which made me run to our room. I found him seated on his bed sweating profusely and rapidly breathing. "What happened?" I asked him concerned. "Who are you?" he asked. "It's me, Jackson" I answered as I laughed nervously. "I had a nightmare, I'm glad you're fine," he said. "I'll get you some water," I said as I stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Youngjae's POV

I was walking with Mark and YugBam back to their dorms after hanging out. It's the 16th of September today and tomorrow is a special day for me. "It's my birthday tomorrow would you guys want to come over?" I said to them. "Really? We loved to go," they all chimed. A big smile was painted on my face when I told them, "I really love to have you guys over tomorrow, and I'll send the invitation to our group chat later tonight." "We'll wait for it," Yugyeom and his Bambam chorused. We arrived at the school grounds after a while. Once we are near the dorms Yugyeom and Bambam said goodbye to us as they went to their own dorm building. I accompanied Mark to his own room while talking to each other. We were laughing when Mark opened his door and asked me to come in. Mark was greeted by a widely smiled Jackson that changed to a menacing look when he saw me. Jackson retreated to their room as Mark asked me to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow," I said as I say goodbye to Mark. "We'll be there," Mark answered. A big smile is plastered on my face as I walked home.

I grabbed a cab when I reached the main road and told the driver to drop me off at Hannam the Hills. I laid myself back and rest for the duration of the trip. The driver has woken me up when we reached the apartment complex. I paid the fare and dragged myself up to my apartment. I opened my apartment and was greeted by a familiar ambience. The living room will be the first thing you see once you enter the apartment, the walls are painted light grey with white marble tiles. In the middle of the room, a white couch has been set up with two small grey couch on the floor an elegant blue carpet is sprawled with a glass table on top of it. Adjacent to the couch was the TV along with the home theatre set. Further to the right of the living room is where the dining table is set up with the kitchen beside it. I slumped on the couch and sent the invitation to our group chat. I closed my eyes for a while and rest for a bit. After what seems like 30 minutes I got up and went to the shower. I drenched myself with lukewarm water and cleaned myself, after finishing off I wrapped a towel around my waist and took a towelette to dry up my hair. I faced the mirror and wiped the moist on it, I examined myself on the mirror and traced a finger over l long scar that runs from my right shoulder going to my lower left side. "I won't ever forgive you for this, I'll take my revenge I promise, soon he'll be mine," I said as a smirk formed on my mouth.