Bloody Hell

Bloddy Hell

DING! Jessica sighed as she got into the lift. She struggled to hold the box of papers and books that rested on top of her briefcase. She had just got Ramseyed after working for Devitt's Lock Solutions for ten years. She caught a glance at herself in the mirror, she noticed her messy oily dark hair, her pale baggy suit and mascara that was running down her face. Right next to the rusty lift door was an ocean of buttons. Button 34 flickered, yellow like a car indicator. The only thing that stood out in the dull room was the old, torn Gordon Ramsey poster up on the reflective wall. Make the world better again, make it Ramseyed. You could clearly see Gordon Ramsey himself with his bleached blonde hair, beady blue eyes and wrinkly face that stared straight at Jessica.

These posters appeared everywhere in the years leading up to Ramsey's 2028 presidential victory. His global victory. The egotistic dictator had initially cloned himself 194 times, ensured a clone was made a dictator in each and every country. This only boosted his ego further. Once after a slow process of taking over the big jobs within the government, the Ramsey's had slowly taken over the little jobs like bakery's or cashiers. Now almost every possible occupation had been Ramseyed. When Jessica would go past the shops that she remembered going to when she was a kid, tears would normally go down her face knowing that old members that had once worked at the shops were Ramseyed. Their faces were gone and never seen again within the world. His well-known kindness went over the top and he really wanted to help everyone. Jessica rolled her eyes. She scrunched her face and tightened her fist. Jessica ripped the poster off the wall.

DING! The doors edged back, revealing another office. If you could even call it an office. The floors and walls were tiled with a few different shades of beige, there was a massive kitchen bench that had huge knives with pots and pans on top of it. Two blond celebrity clones roamed into the elevator like clueless sheep entering the pen for the first time. Jessica noticed their stiffed blonde hair, beady blue eyes and wrinkly forehead. DING! The lift doors closed.

"She's the one," One of them said. Jessica started to panic, the back of her neck started to sweat.

"Well hello miss... How are you", A clone asked with a long grin on his face. Jessica had her back against the elevator door. What do they want? I just got fired and now this? Jessica thought in panic. Level 13. What do I do?

Silence.

"Bloody hell", Clone two said in frustration. Jessica's eyes shot to one of the clones.

"I brought the wrong pan", Clone two revealed. Jessica scratched her head in confusion.

"Bloody hell", Clone one screeched. Jessica tilted her head. Being able to see a huge tool of some sort. The carbon steel looked smooth and large, probably larger than a normal size adult hand. The steel was thick and squared. The handle that she was somehow able to see was caramel brown, made from strong wood. Jessica's palms started to sweat. Wrong pan?? Her eyes widened.

"Why did ya bring the wrong pan for", Clone one asked. He demanded for an answer. Jessica moved away from the door closer to the buttons. From the corner of her eye she could see the other Ramsey, shaky, his heart pumping. Eyes widened. The clone's back was against the corner opposite to Jessica. Level 11. 10 more to go. Jessica's life was in her own hands. What do I do? Jess thought. The angry clone has a meat cleaver, doesn't he? What if clone one butchered clone two, would Jessica be next? Level 8. Hurry up! The elevator moved in a speed slower than a turtle. Jessica was still like an iceberg. Her arms grew goose bumps, crawling to her legs. BANG! A clone fell to the floor. The pan had slipped out of clone two's hand. The silver strong tool flew across the room. Level 3. Why was this thing so slow?

She turned her head towards the unconscious clone. Her eyes widened once more as she saw where the clone was placed. The body now looked unnatural, his eyes were wide open. The more Jessica looked at him the more shivers she got up her spin. The other clone was sitting in the corner huddled on the floor with his head resting on his knees, face downwards unaware of Jessica looking at him, his back against the corner. Jessica turned to see the buttons. Level 2. Almost there. SCREEE... The pan scratched against the floor. Footsteps grew louder, closer to Jessica's ears. Jessica's spine shook like a group of rattled keys. She thought the fight was over. Jessica looked at the buttons. DING!

Jessica bolted like a cheetah out of the death zone.

"Freedom", Jessica yelled as she was released. At least that was what it seemed. Jessica's heart was beating like a drum that had gone wild. Her legs were weak like tooth picks. Her hands reached toward the silver shiny handle that was connected to the front glass door of her building. She was unaware of the upcoming Ramsey attack. As she looked in front of her a plate of casserole appeared. Her world turned into slow motion. Jessica looked to her right, she could see a row of Ramsey's starting to throw tiny knives across the room in her direction. She slipped on the casserole. Jessica was struggling to hold back the pain of what felt like a million burns. Her wounded skin was full of casserole. She lifted her head, she was able to see a bright orange light that had burst out of what looked like a lighter. The holder was blonde with a plain white chef outfit and bright blue eyes. Her heart sank.