just a copy? Ch 3

before you start reading this is the 18+ version so if your under 18 simply read the toned down version by clicking on the link in the artist comments spot. 1

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Eight lay on the floor fast asleep, images where rushing through his head. Images that where not his, not of the lab. He was standing among a group of people. They where rebuilding something. A house, the word came to him along with the image of a giant wooden structure. Six was at his side, smiling, she took his hand and they ran across a wide plane of green. Grass. 3

Eight awoke to the sound of Six screaming. He sat up, looking around and caught sight of her, pined to the wall by someone with brown and pink hair. His pants where around his ankles and he had pulled up her tunic so it was bunched up under her breast. Eight couldn’t see the mans face, his back was to him. He caught sight of Six over the mans shoulder. She was crying and her lip was bleeding.4

As he watched the man moved, pushing himself against her; causing her to let out another shriek. Eight stood up, stepping quietly and quickly over to them, trying to get a better look. She winced as the man bucked against her again. Her opened her eyes, meeting his. She looked away almost instantly, face flush with shame. “Please” She whimpered, pushing futilely at the mans shoulders. “Stop it!”5

Eight frowned at this. He wanted to help her. Eight rushed forward, reaching out and grabbing the man, yanking him backwards; causing both the man and six to call out.6

Six whimpered, losing her footing and falling to the ground. Her hands went protectively between her legs as she scooted away. The man with the multicolor hair turned towards Eight, anger filling his face.7

Punch! Next thing Eight knew he was on his back and a searing pain was centered on his face. His hand flew up to his nose, fingers coming away red. He didn’t have a chance to respond before the man hit him again. 8

Eight stumbled as this time the man punched him square in the stomach. “Who do you think you are?” He roared. “Your nobody! A fake! A-” He kicked off the pants that had hindered his steps
Eight backed up, covering his face with crossed arms as the man threw punch after punch at him. Trying to avoid the swinging fist Eight darted around the pink haired man but, unfortunately, his feet caught in the discarded pants and he tripped, falling hard on his face.9

“He he, getting in position for me, huh?” He asked with an evil grin. Eight started to stand up when he was pushed back to the ground. “Hands and knees!” the man ordered, running a hand over his back. 10

“No!!!” Six cried out, her voice small and fearful. The man’s head swung around, a leer snaking across his lips. 11

“What shela? You fellin’ ignored?” He chuckled, walking towards the shaking girl still sitting on the floor. 12

She found her footing, whimpering as she backed away from him “Please Blanc, Don’t hurt us.” He just chuckled. He walked slowly forward keeping pace with her steps until he lunged forward, catching her and slamming her hard against the metal wall. A dull thud echoed through the room as her head hit it. 13

His hands going to her body, rubbing and teasing as his lips found hers. She squirmed against him, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Eight had stood up, edging cautiously towards the two of them. He was about to jump on the man when Galen’s voice crackled through the room. 14

“Blanc! What the hells taking so long?!” Blanc let go of Six. She crumpled weakly to the floor. “On my way now boss.” He said into the walkie-talkie he fished out of his lab coat pocket. “We just had a slight…altercation.”15

“Altercation my ass. Screw the clones on your own time, got it!? When I ask you to bring me them to me I expect in done! Clear?”
“Crystal. We’ll be right there.” 16

Blanc glared at the two of them, walking to the door. Eight helped Six to her feet and the two of them scurried after the angered man. “You ok?” Eight asked her as they walked. She nodded sadly. “Yea, you’re a mess though.”17

“What was he doing to yo-“She hushed him by placing her finger over his lips before he could finish the question. 18

“Please don’t ask.” Her teary, almond eyes met his “I’m ok, really.” 19

Eight fell silent. She wasn’t ok. Even he knew that. She wouldn’t be crying if she was. She wouldn’t have screamed the way she did. He didn’t ask again. Instead he reached out, taking her hand and lacing the fingers together the way he had in his mind while he slept. 20

Six looked down at their hands, giving him a shocked look that soon relaxed into a small smile. 21

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Before he knew it they where at the entrance of the experimentation room. They both hesitated at the entrance. Galen was in there, typing hurriedly at the computer. “Move it!” Blanc snapped.24

The asian doctor spun around, realizing they where there. He pointed at the 2 tables closest to him. “You two, sit and don’t move, You-“ he motioned to Blanc with a steely glare. “Hallway! Now!”25


Six let go of Eights hand, walking forward and gingerly raising her self up onto one of the metal tables as the 2 men left the room.
When Eight didn’t do the same she looked at him sadly. “Get up, Galen’s going to be mad”26

It was too late. Galen walked in. “What did I tell you to do?!” Eight didn’t have a chance to respond. The elderly mad grabbed his injured nose and yanked his head down to meet with his stature. Eight cried out in pain, tears coming to his eyes. “Listen to me boy! When I tell you to do something, do it! I am in a damn bad mood and I will not hesitate to kill you. Understand?” He let go of him. 27

Eight nodded dumbly. No, he didn’t understand. He had no idea why these people wanted to hurt him and Six but he knew saying that would only make it worse. So instead he just nodded and climbed up onto the designated place, silently waiting for what ever Galen would do to him. 28

Galen turned back to his computer as Caric walked on, carrying a large test tube of glowing blue liquid. 29

“Here’s the serum sir.” He said, placing it in a holding rack than walking over to the sink, wetting a paper towel as he talked. “It’s showing no positive effect on any of the others” He walked over to Eight, gently wiping the blood from his face and chest. “In fact Aye believe this mix’ures too potent. 1 and 4 have already died”.
Galen glared as he turned around. “001 and 004 where too weak to be useful anymore anyways. 006 and 008 are both much stronger.” He rose out of his chair and filled 2 needles with the liquid. He sat them down on the counter as he lay Six back, strapping her hands and feet at her side. Caric did the same to Eight.
“Still, Aye really think you should give me some time t’ try t’ adjust th formula.”30

Galen shrugged “Let’s get all the trials done first. Than we can re-think our formula” He picked up the needles and handed one to Caric. 31

Eight winced, watching as the needle pierced his skin. Galen gave him a sad look as he pushed the plunger down and the liquid flowed into his arm. It felt like his whole arm was on fire. 32

His fingers clenched as he let out a scream. The sensation was quickly taking over his entire body. He arched up, gasping for breath, fighting against his restraints, thrashing and screaming. Next thing he knew everything went white.