Versus Mutations Pt. 2

Five

Shifting gears to the alternate universe, the boys were on the rooftop, building and deciding on how they were going to turn parts into a bunch of weapons. The tech was all laid out in front of them.

"Hand me that wrench," The duplicate ordered. He was given just that and twisted the bolt in, "ok...hammer."

Morris handed over the tool. Once he did, he took a peek at what his partner was creating. His eyebrow went up.

"What are you even making?" Morris asked.

"Who knows?" The clone rhetorically questioned, not even sure himself, "Unfortunately my brother was the only one lucky enough to get the mechanic gene. Long as this thing doesn't kill somebody it should be fine."

"I thought that was the whole point th-"

"You wanna cause an accidental hit that wipes us out and every dimension afterwards?" The doppelganger inquired.

Morris nodded.

"Got it." He understood.

Getting back to work, the guys went on to make sure their weapons were effective. Although, something was bugging the adult. He looked over at the kid, who was fixated on his choice of defense. Sensing the staring, he continued to build his creation while speaking.

"Yes?" The child asked.

"Are you really mad at me and Seth or just at everything that happened?" Morris popped the question.

The teenage boy picked up a screwdriver.

"Care to clarify?" He quizzed.

"Ok so yeah we might've messed with your life-"

"You ruined my life." The duplicate snapped a bit, "not that it was great in the beginning anyway."

"Yeah," Morris agreed, "and we might've caused you to have to fight monsters, fight your principal and your father who you didn't know was your father, defeat an oozed crazy person, blow up your school, seperate you from your birth parents, and basically ripped you away from high school all together-"

"You don't get credit for that one. I left school because I wanted to. Not because of Harper's bullcrap. Never looked back and I like it that way," the alternate clone shot back. He screwed in one of his loose screws, "and what's your point?"

"Point is...what you said back there at the warehouse...it sounds like you just want to have justice for yourself," Morris told him. The fifteen year old picked up his weapon and looked to see what could be changed, "for all the times that you felt like you couldn't."

The former pilot grabbed the wrench again and took out some of the bolts.

"So what?" He asked as he went on to do just that, "you think you understand me now? You know everything and know why I'm doing this?"

"No, but you did find me and capture me to make sure I worked with you," Morris answered back, "which I'm still not sure about since we could, oh I don't know, have our heads blown off my millions of guardians?! Are you insane? Seriously, sometimes you're more crazy than Seth-"

Immediately stopping his work and putting down the wrench, the minor had electricity coming from his hands. He glared at the adult with no hatred in his eyes. Instead, he was just triggered. Morris flinched, but didn't back away.

"First off, I'd rather be called insane than crazy," the duplicate said. The older human gave him a weird expression, "and second, don't try and convert me or something. I'm not an enemy."

Holding back, the younger alternate version of the Walker brother looked back at his weapon. He shook his head in frustration and turned to face Morris again.