Disclaimer: If I owned SRMTHG, I sure as hell wouldn't be on here.
Author Notes: Drabble time! As always R&R is appreciated and doesn't stand for rest and relaxation.
Rating: K+
Warnings: Angstyness!
Funhouse Mirrors
I despise you.
I know that probably isn't surprising at all, but I do.
And it's not for the reasons you think, oh no, I wasn't born hating you. As hard as my master tries, you can't instill hatred into new life; no I learned to hate you.
You were born into this world and had the ability to make decisions; not me. I was made as a replacement; given a mission as soon as I came into existence; no choice, no companions, no will.
As if that isn't bad enough, I am constantly reminded that I am not nor will ever be you. I might have been designed to replace you but the differences are there, like the reflection of a funhouse mirror; distorting what you really are into what my master wanted.
Make no mistake; I despise master too, but he's given me a chance. At his side I can grow stronger; stronger than you.
Stronger than the one I hate; the one I envy.
Yes I said it, I envy you.
Does that shock you?
You got everything, sure you're not perfect, but I am even less so; I am missing parts. He made me so I can never leave him; if I do I am doomed.
It's not as if the team would ever accept me, they think I am nothing more than an extension of master; not that they are truly wrong.
There is no other place for me; no other place would accept one without remorse, compassion, free will, or…
May I ask you a question before I leave?
What's it like… to have a soul?
AN: I've purposely left this vague so you can decide whose talking here. Mandarin Clone, or a Chiro clone?