I do not own The Island.
A/N: Just a quick one-shot about that pregnant clone. I don't know her name, but oh well. We'll call her... Cloney.
All my life, the belief of the "island" was something glorified, something to work towards. But now, as my heart began to fail, I understood the twisted, cryptic message that they meant. I fought, I fought for my baby, for the life that we could have, that we should have. But the more I fought, the more I wanted to scream, the farther I was drifting away.
Suddenly the black in my vision shifted to a beautiful island. The water was a clear blue, and brushed up against the hot sand. The sun burned down onto the grains of sand trickling through my toes.
I brushed my hand through my chocolaty brown hair, all my worries suddenly leaving me. A sudden urge to submerge myself in the cool water and let my body soak up the refreshment was tempting. Involuntarily, my feet began to trudge towards the coolness. But something stopped me.
Everything seemed to flow back into my mind, slamming into my head. I fell to the ground, gripping my head in agony.
"You are special."
Dr. Merrick's face was the only thing lighting up the now pitch black sky, his lips curling into a crinkly smirk. "You want to go to the island."
"No," I cried. "No, I don't. Send me back. I-I want to live!"
"You have a purpose," his voice continued.
The dark sky flickered with electricity, images shooting across it. I gasped, watching as a blond woman was zipped into a body bag.
Jordan Two Delta.
"Stop!" I screeched, intertwining a clump of my hair between my fingers. "Let me go!"
Everything went silent, for which I was grateful. Slowly and carefully, I sat up, heaving a sigh of relief. But one thing sent my world to shards.
The cry of a baby.
My baby.
I looked up to see my crying child being handed off to some stranger... a stranger who looked a lot like me.
"He's so beautiful," the woman choked out, cradling the baby in her arms with the tenderest affection. "Thank you."
The nurse smiled warmly. "Congratulations."
I reached up to the sky, trying to touch my beautiful baby's porcelain colored face. I tried my hardest to no avail, falling on my back into the sand.
"That was supposed to be my fate," I sobbed. I closed my eyes, letting my soul drift away with the sea.
Author's Note: First off, I'd just like to say this is more than likely the ONLY story I'm going to write for the Island. That movie scared the crap out of me (we watched it in lit class). Well, not so much scared as creeped me out. But still. I didn't like it all too muchl. And I know Cloney was an insignificant character, but I just thought I'd try typing something out for her. Tell me what you think!
You've got a face for a smile, you know? A shame you waste it When youre breaking me slowly but I've got a world of chances, for you. I've got a world of chances for you I've got a world of chances, Chances that you're burning through... Reviews? Comments? Click that button!
--Lauren :D