It was a cold, rainy night. The Dead or Alive tournament fighters were done with the fourth annual competition. Hitomi, wearing her jean jacket and jean pants, was walking down the road quietly when she saw a mysterious hooded man. She walked towards him curiously.
He quickly began to run, and Hitomi became even more curious. Her brown hair swung in the air as she ran after him. The hooded man began to pick up speed, when he suddenly disappeared into thin air.
"What the heck..." Hitomi thought. She looked around. There was nowhere that he could've gone. He vanished. She put a hand on her chin, deep in thought. She then gave up, realizing that she should be getting home now. She walked down the sidewalk, and finally arrived in her house.
Hitomi changed into her fuzzy pink shirt and pants, and walked into the bathroom and pulled her pink headband out. She sighed. She was only eighteen years old, and her father had been very ill. Although he didn't die, her family was in serious financial trouble due to the high cost of the surgery.
Hitomi then grabbed her soft, brown teddy bear, and hopped into bed. She was awoken by a loud thud. She opened her eyes and sat up.
"Hello?" she yelled. She heard footsteps, and then they suddenly stopped. She wearily rolled out of bed, and walked down the hallway. She saw nothing.
She was getting frightened now. She never had a robber come into the house before. With her parents being on vacation, that was always a possibility. Hitomi felt a strange presence behind her, and she turned around. She saw a blur run into her room.
"Hey!" she yelled loudly. She ran into her room, and saw the same hooded man that she had seen earlier. In his hand was a comb that she had used, and there were hairs attached to it. Hitomi threw a hard punch at the man, but she missed, just as he disappeared again.
"What on earth!" she said. What does this stranger want with Hitomi? Why did he steal her comb? She re-locked her doors, and she dialed the police on her cell phone. They were on their way.
The hooded man looked around; he made sure nobody was watching him. He took the comb, and headed into his secret underground laboratory. He pulled down his purple hood, revealing his two, evil-looking yellow eyes. His skin was tan, but he looked like a skeleton. He typed a combination on a large, steel door, and it opened. He walked into the main room of his lab. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all made out of metal, and he grasped the comb even tighter and walked up to a tall and wide machine.
"Here we are." said the man. He was wearing a long, purple robe. He looked at the machine, and then he looked at a scanner that was next to it. He lifted up the door on the seven-foot long scanner, and pulled a few of the hairs off the comb, and put it on the scanner, and then he closed the door. He pushed a large, green button on it.
He smiled. He knew all would go well. As the scanner made a loud beep, he looked up at the huge screen on the wall. It said "Hitomi," and it showed her blood type and height and weight. "Perfect." he said, smiling more. He then grabbed the hairs that were on the scanner, and placed them in a moving conveyer belt that went into a long tunnel, deep into the walls of the lab. He pushed a giant blue button on the main machine, and looked at one of the green test tubes that was filled with green fluid.
He waited a few more minutes, and smiled when the machine made a confirming beep. He heard a loud squishing noise at the top of the tube, and a perfect, identical Hitomi replica came through the test tube.
"I knew it." he said. He booted up one of the computers. He set the test tube time for three days, when it would then release the clone, and he would then tell her about why she was created. He then ran a few blood tests on her, and her blood turned out to be healthy. Then, he opened a door and walked into another room, where he stored tons of clothes. He grabbed some, and put them next to the test tube containing the Hitomi clone.
He looked at her closed eyes. So innocent...so why did he want the original dead? It was simple. He wanted the real one dead, but the clone as a servant, and he would make many more clones, and soon they would all work for him, and he would take over the world. He smiled a wide, toothy grin just thinking of it.
His wife died a few years ago, and that was when he thought that he needed to do something. He tried cloning her, but it failed. He was miserable for the next two years, and now, at this present day, he knew it would finally work.
The man's name was Gord. Though he never revealed it to anybody, he thought about telling it to Hitomi's clone when she was released. He pictured her saying, "yes, master Gord," over and over again. He loved the sound of that. He had waited forever for this day. And now, it was finally here! Just three days of testing and nourishing, and she would be ready for the world, and her one goal: kill the real Hitomi.
Hitomi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the police sirens out of her front window. She knew that this man would never come into her house, or anywhere near her for that matter, once the police dealt with him. She opened the door, and two police officers walked in. She told them about the man and described him perfectly, but when they asked her who she thought it was and why he came here, she was clueless.
The police then left a couple hours later. At this time, it was four in the morning. She then knew that she should get some rest if she was going to be cooking a gourmet meal tomorrow.
It had been three days since Gord started the cloning process of Hitomi, and he was indescribably excited as it entered the five-minute countdown, when she would then be released. He ran some final tests, and it was then at the one-minute countdown.
He would clone every single fighter of the Dead or Alive competition, and he would then hold his own tournament, and the winner would be released from the laboratory. Or should he not do that? What if it was too risky? He needed time to think about that. As for now, he needed to watch the thirty-second countdown.
It was then at ten, and then it the screen read, "Process Completed." He then noticed that the Hitomi clone's arms were slowly moving. It was a success! He then pushed a black button next to the test tube, and the green fluid began to drain. Her eyes then opened completely, and she flailed around in the water, splashing until it drained all the way.
"It's okay," said Gord reassuringly. He then pulled a switch on the scanner, which opened the door of the test tube. She walked out, coughing. He pointed the pile of clothes on the ground.
"Put those on," said Gord. She nodded, and grabbed the clothes.
"W-where can I change?" she asked.
Her first words. Priceless.
"Oh, in there," he said, pointing to a bathroom that he used. She nodded, and walked in there. She locked the door behind herself, and dried herself off and changed into the modern t-shirt and jeans. She looked in the mirror, ran a hand through her perfectly replicated brown hair, and she smiled.
"But who I am? What is my purpose?" the replica thought.
She unlocked the door, and opened it. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
"Who am I?" she asked Gord.
"Honey, you are-"
"Don't call me that." she snapped.
"Wow, smarter than I thought," thought Gord.
"You are a clone. A copy of a human." said Gord.
She looked at her hands, and tightened them into a fist.
"Why am I here?" she asked.
"One reason, and one reason only." said Gord.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn't like the sounds of that.
Gord smiled.
"You are here, to kill the real Hitomi."
"Kill...Hitomi?" she asked. She looked confused.
"My fault. I should've told you. Hitomi is your original. Of course I'll call you that too, but you must kill her." said Gord.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because she is evil." he lied.
She nodded.
"And what is your name?"
"Gord, and I am your master."
"Yes, master Gord."
"Now, I will give you the direction's to the real Hitomi's house. But that is all I can do. From there, you can then kill that evil thing." said Gord.
She nodded, and smiled.
"Now go," he said. He grabbed a black leather jacket from the room and directions to the house on a sheet of paper, and handed it to the highly intelligent clone. She put the jacket on, and put the paper in her jeans pocket.
"I will go now." she said, and looked around for the exit.
"Oh, I am so sorry." he said, forgetting to show her the way out. He dialed the combination, and she smiled, and walked out of the laboratory. Did she even know what the word "kill" meant? He figured she'd probably know.
Hitomi was cooking dinner for herself that day. She was wearing a pink tank top and black sweat pants. She was making chicken teriyaki, with her signature sauce. She poured a glass of milk, and she then began to eat, when she heard a piercing smash. She looked around, her heart thumping. She dropped her fork and knife, and she quickly swallowed the piece of chicken teriyaki in her mouth. She ran, her brown hair blowing as she went into the living room.
She looked at the big window, and it was shattered. Someone definitely broke in, but was it the same hooded man? She made a fist with her left hand. She then walked into her bedroom. She saw a figure looking at her framed family pictures, but she couldn't make the figure out because her bedroom light was off. She switched it on. She gasped. So did the figure. They looked into each other's eyes. Hitomi was face-to-face with her clone.
"Who are you!" Hitomi screamed.
"I'm Hitomi." replied the clone.
"No you're not! I am!" she yelled.
"But I'm here to kill you," said the clone.
Hitomi's voice quivered.
"Kill me? Why?"
"That's what master Gord told me to do." the clone said. The clone then fell quiet. "I shouldn't have said that."
Hitomi examined her clone. It was just like her in every way. Same eyes, hair, type of clothes, even her voice and skin.
"I'm sorry." said the clone.
"No!" she yelled.
The clone walked up to Hitomi, and threw a punch, Hitomi blocked it.
"No...don't...please..." said Hitomi. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. The clone looked at her curiously.
"You...you are crying," said the clone. Hitomi then threw a fist right in the clone's forehead, and she shrieked, and held her bleeding forehead.
"I'm not the one who's gonna die." said Hitomi fiercely.
"But I don't want to die..." said the clone.
"And you think that I do!" said the real Hitomi.
"No, but it has to happen." said the clone.
"Same with you."
The two Hitomis wrestled, exchanging punched and kicks as they fought all-out. They then realized that this had to stop.
The clone was about to throw a hard punch to Hitomi's neck, when she put down her fist.
"I'm sorry..." she said, and then burst out crying.
"Don't kill me, and you won't need to be. I just need some questions answered." said Hitomi. The clone nodded. They were both dripping with blood. Hitomi walked wearily over to her bathroom cabinet and picked up two big, soft cloths.
"Here, take this." said Hitomi, handing one to her clone. "Use this to wipe your face."
"I know." replied the clone, taking it from her.
They both muttered "ouch!" low as they dabbed the blood.
"From now on, you're gonna listen to me, not your master Gord, or whoever. Do you understand?" Hitomi asked. The clone nodded with teary eyes.
"But if you want to stay here, you need to sleep in your own bed." said Hitomi.
The clone laughed, "I know."
"Who is Gord?" Hitomi asked.
"I don't really know. He's my master, that's basically all that he told me...and to kill you." said the clone.
"Why?"
"He said that you were evil."
Hitomi sighed.
"I'm not...evil..." said Hitomi, her mascara dripping down her face.
"I should've known that you weren't." said the clone.
They finally stopped bleeding, and Hitomi walked into her room.
"Follow me."
The clone nodded, and stood to her feet. She followed her to her room, and she couldn't keep her eyes off of the real Hitomi's family pictures.
"Who is that?" asked the clone, pointing to a person in the picture. Hitomi walked by her, and smiled.
"That's my father."
"And her?"
"My mother."
"Family...I wish I had family too..." said the clone.
"Maybe you will. But I need to get my mind straight here. So you're my clone?" Hitomi asked.
"Yeah." replied the clone.
They both nodded. Hitomi walked up to her drawer and grabbed some soft sweat pants and a tank top similar to what she was wearing.
"Go change in my bathroom. I'll make you a bed on the floor." said Hitomi, suddenly feeling sympathetic for her clone. The clone nodded. She walked into the bathroom. Hitomi heard the door lock. She smiled.
"She's like me in every way." thought Hitomi. She made a soft bed on her pink carpeted floor, and put a pillow on it. The door then unlocked, and the Hitomi replica walked over to it.
"That's cute," said the clone, pointing to Hitomi's teddy bear, "what's its name?"
"I didn't name it. I just call him Teddy." said Hitomi.
"Aww, how sweet." said the clone. She yawned, and then went on the bed on the floor and pulled the sheets up to her head.
"Are you tired?" Hitomi asked.
"Very." replied the clone.
Hitomi hopped off of her queen-sized bed, and flicked off the lights.
"Goodnight." said Hitomi.
"Goodnight." replied the clone.