Can A Clone Feel? (A She-Ra Fanfiction) (On Hiatus)

Your Hot Then Your Cold

Mercy's POV

"Can we go home now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"Shut up!"

I was in the middle of trying to make one of the guards patrolling go crazy, this conversation had been going on for an hour so far.  As far as hours go, I think we had been in the heart of the Fright Zone for at least twelve hours.  It was just one of those internal clocks, I guess.

Senna and Nieta were taking turns making faces and making loud sounds that grew to be very irritable to the guards.  We would sing songs loudly, testing the limits of our captors.  I pressed my face to the force field and puffed up my cheeks.  The guards were trying not to pay attention to us but that clearly wasn't working.

"Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Carbon everywhere, Nitrogen all through the air!" Senna sang the first seven elements of the periodic table aloud, and Nieta slapped a beat on the metal floor. "Oxygen so you can breathe, Florine for your pretty teeth!"

I was even irritated with myself, but then again, that was sort of the point.

"Would you shut your mouth already?" One of the guards snapped, and I recognized his voice.  This was the guard who's gun I previously had in my mouth.  You remember, when I was such a blooming idiot, putting a real gun nozzle between my teeth.

"Leslie, darling. How are you?" I smirked. This of course was not his name, but it would be irritating for any guy to be called Leslie by an eighteen-year-old who was rubbing her face on a transparent force field.

"You told her your name was Leslie?" The second guard chortled, and the guard I called Leslie whirled on him.

"Of course not!"

"Aw, Leslie.  It's such a pretty name." I said, sticking out my bottom lip and leaning back.

There was the newly familiar sound of mechanical whirling, coming from bellow, and I looked out over the edge as Shadow Weaver appeared, three new soldiers at her side.  The two at our cells jerked up at attention and looked dead ahead at nothing in particular.  Shadow Weaver scrutinized our casual position on the floor of our cells.

"Would you accompany me, young ladies?" She asked, sounding cool and laid back.

The shield melted away and I stood up before the guards could step into my cell, and I obediently held out my hands as the opened a pair of new looking cuffs, smooth and modern looking, a metal coated cords connected to another set of the same cuffs, each about three feet apart.  They clipped onto my hands, feeling smooth, even if they were a little tight. 

I stepped out and walked towards Nieta who was connected to the cuffs on the other side of the metal cord, and Senna was attached to the third pair off cuffs on the other end of the second section of the cord.

We were loaded onto the small platform which bobbed a little under the weight. We were backed on one wend with the guards between us and Shadow Weaver.  I felt the rush of anxiety as we were lowered through the air and connected with the hub again.  I got off the small platform as quickly as possible and I savored the small adrenaline rush.

Shape shifting was harder than it looks, and movies often get it horribly wrong.  Some people expect we just magically turn into wolves, but in reality, it is a much more painful and intriguing process.  It is impossible to gain mass, and we don't gain mass.  We have our mass, packed into our bodies.  We have fifty percent more bones than regular people, and muscle is doubled in quantity; which makes it possible for us to complete inhuman feats, such as jumping up to thirty feet horizontally, and around twelve feet high with a good running start.