A Clone to Remember

Children ran outside, screaming and squealing. A group of boys gathered in the shade, turning to look up at their classroom window. A boy pointed up at the lonely figure on the frame. The others turned to stare.

The man in a white coat grabbed his arm, holding it out as he pressed the sharp tip of the shot into his arm. The boy fought back. Leather straps held him down. The man injected the potion into his arm, slapping him when he screamed.

You feel nothing.

You are not human,

You were meant to replace.

A prototype gone wrong.

Jason threw another rock at the identical child sitting across from him. It hit him square in the forehead. The boy didn’t seem to care. He blinked, staring back.

“Stop that, you freak.”

“Jason, don’t call people freaks.”

“He’s not a person, mom! He’s an, ‘it’!”

“He’s a biohumanoid,” corrected his father.

“I’m not dying anymore. Kill that stupid thing.”

“Jason!”

“He’s my experiment, we won’t get rid of him until I have all the information I need. Go on to school. Take him with you.”

“It,” Jason growled, “let’s go.”

The boy rose and followed Jason out of the house.

‘It’, as Jason called him was, in fact, a biohumanoid. Jason’s father, Professor Sainon, had created the robot-like child when Jason had fallen ill. The doctors told him that Jason would die and his wife had sobbed on-stop. As a solution, he created the biohumanoid. It was sculpted to look exactly like Jason, and he did. At first, Marie had screamed her disgust with her husband’s idea, ignoring the thing completely. Over time, though, she found she couldn’t help but pity the pale, unknowing boy.

Jason came out of his coma four weeks later. His father and mother ignored the poor, inhuman boy and showered their son with affection. When Jason came to know of the other boy’s existence, however, he had a few words to say.

He cornered him in the bedroom that night.

“You disgusting thing. Did you think you could really replace me? You’re an idiot. You don’t know anything. You’re nothing. You hear me? Nothing! You’re just a disgusting clone. You make me sick.”

Clone laid in bed that night. Clones didn’t sleep. Clone. Clone. Clone. He was a clone. The person he was modeled after hated him. A hated clone. Disgusting. Disgusting.

He was disgusting in Jason’s eyes.

In his model’s eyes.

He was nothing.

A disgusting clone.

He closed his eyes, praying to a God who did not love him for sleep.

Sorry it was so short. I plan to go on with it, I swear! This is just the beginning but In have so many stories in process right now I couldn’t write that long on this one. Pleas review if you like it!!!!!!!