I sat in front of the world, the television broadcasting me live to every corner of the globe. But of course at the time, I did not know this. I wrung my hands nervously, my breathing ragged as I drew air into my lungs and my voice cracking from overuse as I opened my mouth to speak.

The cheerful television host in front of me had little idea that I was merely three years old – most people assumed that I was thirty or older, after all that was how I was designed to look. I was a product, a clone of another. Tom Lincoln – my sponsor. No, he was the one I was supposed to die for. But instead, he was the one who died, though not by my hands it may as well have been.

"Lincoln, you're on." A voice from the side announced.

A reassuring squeeze to my hand from the person next to me jolted me back into reality.

"Lincoln, are you alright?"

Jordan whispered as she stood next to me, dressed in a white jumpsuit that freakishly reminded me of the outfits we were forced to wear in the facility. The facility had once been our home but once we learned the truth, the reality about what we were and what would become of our lives, we renamed our home 'The Island'. It was fitting, considering it was the fantasy place we were all supposed to go once we won the lottery. In the end, it turned out that no one went to the island. We were all grown in one huge laboratory and then harvested for our organs or used as surrogate mothers before being given a lethal injection which killed us. No one won anything in the lottery except a one-way ticket to our expiration.

I nodded to Jordan before I stood and addressed the television host and the world.

"Three years ago you may have been watering your garden, you might have been walking your dog or you may even have been sitting down to watch the evening news as you are doing right now." I spoke clearly as I stared into the camera with an honest seriousness and a hint of defiance. "But three years ago, I was born into this world and today is the day I was scheduled to be systematically murdered so that my sponsor could have my organs harvested and live. You may find this hard to believe, but there are three thousand clones – identical to their sponsors like me – and all of us were to be murdered, one by one."

I paused and waited, watching the reaction of the crew behind the cameras before the director – now pale in his complexion – nodded for me to continue

"My name is Lincoln SixEcho, beside me is Jordan TwoDelta and we are the secret they didn't want you to know about."

Hello friends of fanfiction!

I wrote this little piece about the 2005 film "The Island" after I finished watching it today. It'll probably remain as a little one-shot though maybe one day in the far future I might add to it. Thanks for reading, please leave a review if you have time!

Much Love,
Soulhearts