Behind the wall of glass, I watch as men in white coats observe me with eyes full of wonder. I close mine as I furrowed my eyebrows, sinking deeper into my home, hoping to turn away the prying eyes that always look at me. Who are they? Why do they look at me like that? I am not just someone who can be look at like that. I am...
Wait.
Who am I?
Opening them again, I see someone tapping on the glass. It is a blond boy with bright amethyst eyes. I seem to have surprised them with my awakening. He mouths something that I don't understand. Sensing my confusion, he grabs a piece of paper and writes on it.
'I'm Matthew and you're Alfred. Nice to meet you!' It says.
I frown. This boy from who-knows-where taps on my glass and decides to name me? That's… unusual. 'Why are you out of your tube?' I scribble on the frost-covered glass.
'I'm your Original.' He writes again. 'I'll be seeing you every day from now on.'
And that he did.
We grew closer until we became best friends. However as the years went by, I saw him less and less. Even when I was released from my tube, I didn't see him.
I was immediately put to work, just like all the other clones. We were oppressed. The Originals mocked us. We were not considered human anymore.
Wait. Were we ever considered human?
My anger for the Originals grew as Matthew stopped seeing me. Was Matthew just like the other Originals? Was he just pretending to be my friend? That couldn't be, right? He has nothing to gain from befriending me. Perhaps it's just a formality that every Original has to go through. I stayed awake at night, thinking of the answers instead of getting the few hours of rest that I deserve.
The work increased in difficulty and the Originals became even crueler. We outnumber them a fifty to one, but we stayed obedient. Despite the harsh conditions, we have kept quiet. Despite all that we could do, we stayed low. For years, we have been planning a revolution with me as their leader. And now is the time to strike.
"For too long have we been plagued with the 'human' trash known as the Originals! For too long have they kept us under their thumbs for them to play with!" I yell into the crowd of clones, their cheers erupting in response. "We are stronger! Faster! Smarter! And better in them in every single way! It is our turn to rule!"
We slaughter every Original, breaking into their houses, dragging them out and publicly executing them in front of hundreds of thousands of clones. They don't deserve mercy is what I say to myself.
Knocking down anyone who stands in our way, my battalion and I storm into the leader's office.
Should I even call this Original a leader? No, he is a dictator. Nothing more than a selfish brat who wants more and more toys.
I raise my gun to him, and with a steely gaze, I growl. "Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide, tyrant."
"I could say the same." He turns around and my breath hitches. "Hello, Alfred. Long time no see."
"Matthew…" I mumble.
I hear thuds on the ground next to me but I can't tear my gaze away from those amethyst eyes. This is where he has been all this time? A sharp hit to the back of my head and I black out. The last things I see are those amethyst eyes becoming wet with tears. Or are those just mine?
