A Tragic Creation

Chapter 1: An Idea

Jeremy whimpered as the Chief untied the white cloth from his mouth. The chain that held his hands behind his back was cold and tight, not allowing him to revolt against the blue meanie.

"So, he's smart?"

"Ye.. or no, yer blueness, his friend told me so!"

His gaze focused on the two blue meanies in front of him. 

"Hmm, and who did my subjects capture?"

"Why, the friend I speak of, yer blueness!" Max chuckled a little.

"Ya know, it was certainly foolish of him to wake up every blue meanie within the vicinity of the bandstand. He didn't stand a chance!"

Jeremy knew who he was talking about, but he couldn't muster up the courage to speak.

"And the others?" the Chief asked.

"Well, we don't know where they went, but I wouldn't worry about it, yer blueness."

The Chief sighed and turned his gaze to Jeremy.

"Hmm..."

It was then that the Chief started to get an idea. If Jeremy was as smart as he thought he was, then he could help them. He didn't care if Jeremy did want to help them or not.

Jeremy closed his eyes and shivered in fear, not wanting to know what the Chief was going to do.

"Say, I've got an idea..." the Chief stared down at Jeremy, a menacing smile appearing on his face.

"Maybe, you can... oh I don't know, create something that will track those musicians down?"

Jeremy's eyes widened.

"I mean, you have the intelligence to do so."

"N-no, I will not, I shall not give you what you sought!"

"Oh, is that so? Well then, Max? Where is his friend?"

"We have him held captive in the mountains, yer blueness."

"Ah, lovely."

The Chief looked Jeremy in the eyes.

"Would you rather have him hurt than you help us?"

Jeremy quivered, lowering his gaze.

"N-no," he said, not bothering to rhyme.

"Okay then, so it's settled," the Chief laughed.

"Besides, it would be an honor to have an actual person helping us! I just wonder what he'll look like."

The Chief lowered himself to the ground so that he was at Jeremy's eye level.

"Now, you must use the ingredients that I want you to use, got it? No happy things. I want him to share our distaste for music, after all."

Jeremy, having no other choice, nodded.

"Good, now," the Chief turned to Max, "Max, I want you to bring his friend here."

Jeremy gasped.

"Now, now, we have to have someone to base his appearance off of. And someone your size if barely intimidating. And I am not very keen on making myself bleed," the Chief said as he looked back at Jeremy.

He stood up.

"Well, Max? Are you going to get him?"

Max was torn out of his thoughts upon hearing the Chief speak.

"Uh, ye.. I mean no yer blueness!" 

Quickly, he turned around and raced off to the grey mountains.

"Now, of course," the Chief said when Max was out of sight, "I don't want your creation to look exactly like him, so... say, you can probably make his clothes different, can you? Or, at least, you can create him with clothes already on him?"

Jeremy nodded slowly, tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Well, I'd like for his sweater to... have yellow and purple stripes. His shirt should be a dark green, his pants black with yellow and green lines, brown shoes, and most certainly, a blue tie with a yellow sun on it. I would like to make his skin blue, or all of him blue, but that would be too smug of me, now wouldn't it? Besides, I want him to look unique."

No further words were shared between the two as they waited for Max to return.

Jeremy's face was white as he realized the implications. Basically, he'd be creating a clone of Ringo that hated the thing that he loved, or everything that he loved. And who knows, the clone could do just more than hold them captive. It could...

Jeremy shook his head, not wanting to think about it.

He closed his eyes as he fell back onto the ground.