The Clone

Impaled

It has been officially nineteen years since the illegal science experiment. The clone had been delivered to Georgia with the younger man, now a complete adult, who had paid for his creation. The original baby was delivered back to his original progenitors, whose house was surrounded with police officers, so it was hard to put the baby back in its small, canopy bed. It was a surprise when the parents found him, and the police continued to research who had abducted the child (now stopped) but there was nothing wrong with the baby other than where they experimented, and there was nothing that could show where or who had taken him.

“Cameron, get those girls out of my house!” the young man (now old) screamed at the clone. “We already talked about this!”

“Relax, Pops. They’re just girls they’re completely harmless,” said the clone, also named Cameron. “Right, girls? You’re not going to do anything?”

They giggled. “But of course we are going to do stuff. To you.” One of them towered over him, kissing on his neck while the others just stared at the older man.

They were almost all naked. One of them had high black heels, the other ones were barefoot. They were in lingerie only, their body showing in a very provoking way.

“I will not have this sort of disrespect in my house. Get them out or you get out,” he snapped.

Cameron deliberately pushed the girl up and stood up. He walked towards him and linked his hand around his arm. Languidly, he pulled him towards another room and looked at him with clenched jaw. His eyes averted elsewhere, making sure no one was hearing before he talked.

“I think we all know who makes the rules here, Jack.” He drew a knife from his back pocket, slowly slithering it over his jaw. “And I think we already talked about how I get to bring and do whatever I want in this house. Didn’t you put my name under it, if I recall correctly?”

Jack pushed his hand off and slapped the knife out of his hands. He grabbed it instead and immediately dug it inside his shoulder, pushing it to the side as Cameron groaned in agony.

“Oh, I know who makes the rules here, Cameron,” Jack said acidly. “I was the one who maintained you for years and this is your repayment. I’m done with your childishness and invariably being an insufferable troublemaker. We’re moving away.”

Through the groans in pain, he croaked out, “What?”

“And we’re leaving tonight.”

“Where to?” He grabbed Jack’s hand and tried to push it off the handle of the knife.

“To the place you were born. New York.” Jack let go of the knife and walked away. Soon enough, you could hear the screams of girls as they got kicked out of the house, barefooted and almost all naked into the cold night of Georgia.

Cameron moaned in pain. He reached up to the silver knife again and tried to not look. With an abrupt movement, he managed to take out the knife and throw it on the floor. Red liquid was sprawled all over it and Cameron’s shirt. He began to make his way towards his room to pack his stuff and get himself cleaned up.

During dinner that night, Cameron had sat down with a wounded shoulder. He had it mended it already, but when he moved his arm – which was very often – it hurt. Obviously it takes time to mend completely.

He was practically forced to have dinner. Lately, he didn’t feel like eating much. And he’d been acting up quite the time. Jack wanted to have a talk with him about some unfinished business that happened many years ago. Bewildered and hesitant, he accepted the offer to sit down and “chat” before they left to New York City.

Cameron leaned against the chair and stared at Jack. He tried to figure out what was so important to tell. Jack neglected his persistent stare, eating the food in his plate like it was the last time he was ever going to eat. He had this phrase that went like this: “You don’t know if you’ll die tomorrow so you might as well eat as much as you can today.” It was just a poor excuse to get fat in Cameron’s opinion.

“Okay, stop,” Cameron finally said. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?”

Jack raised his finger to silence him. That’s all it took. Then slowly after swallowing he spoke. “Nineteen years ago, something – I did something. I paid a bunch of money to these… scientists. And I think it’s time you should know the truth since you’ve come of age.”

“Come of age,” Cameron repeated, silencing a snigger. “Right.”

He neglected that. “I don’t know how you’re going to take this but” — he snapped his fingers and two guards appeared behind Cameron — “I don’t trust you and you know that. At least not with controlling your horrible temper. So where was I? Ah, right. Nineteen years ago, I made this unhuman act and paid millions of dollars to scientists. They wanted to create a new type of experiment that didn’t take too long, but they needed the money and something – someone – to experiment on. I found them through a friend and I contacted them because I wanted to see if it would work. But I wanted to keep the result of it. It was all about experimenting.” Cameron felt he was leaving something out. “And we abducted this small child from a woman in town. For the past weeks in a lab, the baby was experimented on and a gene was taken from him. That gene created you. You’re a clone, Cameron.”

Cameron stared at him, blinking a couple of times before he scornfully laughed. “Right, as if that’s even possible. You should definitely write a novel about it. I’m out of here.” He tried to get up but the guards held him down. “What the fuck, let me go.”

“Stop with the vulgar language, Cameron,” Jack commanded. “I am merely telling you the truth. Alas, you have some malfunctions. You are the complete opposite of your clone. I wasn’t too original. You’re both named the same.”

“So you’re telling me there’s another person who looks exactly like me but just does the exact opposite of what I would do?”

“Correct,” he confirmed. “But you must remain quiet with this. Nobody can know you are a clone. You might be experimented on by other professional scientists or you might as well be eliminated.”

“Eliminated as in dead?”

“Clearly you didn’t get your clones wisdom.” He got up and clapped his hands. “Well, I will call it a night. Any questions regarding the discussed?”

“One. Where does my clone live?”

Jack hesitated. “New York. That’s the reason we’re going.”

“Why?”

“Because like I said, there’s some unfinished business. I didn’t create you merely because I wanted to see if it worked. There’s more to it. But that’s only for me to know and you to follow the rules. If you work out well, I will let you go free to do whatever you like.”

“I can already do that.”

“Goodnight, Cameron.” He motioned the guards to let him go. He walked away and fished out his phone from his back pocket. After dialing a number, he pressed the phone to his ear. “Doctor Stephen, yes. Of course I have him still. We’re on our way to New York. After what I have planned, you may execute him.”