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We were walking, down white sterile halls.
"You haven't lived up to what we designed you to be."
We were walking slowly.
"I can still fight! I'm still of use! General tell them I'm still of use!"
Walking behind us two forms. One tall, one small.
Who are they?
"General please!"
"This way please."
"No! I can still fight!" I was pleading now. "Please general please!"
We entered another white room. A chair in the middle.
"Have a seat clone" The tall form said.
"Please! Please!"
I don't recognize them.
"You won't need your armor anymore. I'll give it to your replacement." The small form said.
Straps, restraint. I fought.
"Please! I can still fight!"
"Shut up clone." The tall one said. "You're not of any use to me anymore."
Who is this man?
A needle coming closer.
Thrashing. "Sirs! Please!" Tears rolled. "PLEASE!"
Sharp pain.
"Please sirs I'm begging you! Stop this! I can still fight! I'm still useful! Please don't terminate me! Sirs!!"
White, sterile, clean.
..............
I awoke with a start, tears rolling down my cheeks. Two brothers hovered over me, worried. "Sir? Are you okay?"
"It was only a nightmare..." I responded in a very small voice. "Go back to bed, I'm sorry to have woken you."
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A/N: First off I want to say thank you to all who decided to give my story a read. It means a lot to me. I'm new at writing, and each time I take a crack at it I get better and better. I would really appreciate feedback on my writing, so that i know what to improve on.
This was just something I came up with one morning. I had been reading The Republic Commando series by Karen Traviss and she talks on termination and other terrible things the Kaminoins did to the poor clone's in her books. So I thought, do they have nightmares about not being good enough? Do they fear being killed even though they're doing the best they possibly can?
Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. :)