The boy's gaze fell into the blazing red hell that lay before him. His face showing no signs of fear, just curiosity. What is this? He had thought to himself, still fixated on the bubbling red liquid a mile under his nose. It felt warm, like nothing he had ever seen before. He carefully kneeled down and placed his hands on the edge and leaned himself a little over.
The boy looked to be about 12, but that couldn't be more of a lie if it wanted to. In reality, he was just a newborn, born nothing more than just a few hours prior. Born from the research of a dying figurehead of society. A clone. A replica.
The research team standing behind him observed their failed experiment as it poked its nose over the edge of the volcano. "It really is a shame…" One of the researchers said to his colleagues.
"Well what would you have us do? The public would go into panic if they discovered that a person they were supposed to look up to was nothing more than a replacement."
"If only his abilities were closer to that of the original…"
"Hopefully we'll have better luck next time…"
One of the scientists segregated himself from the group and walked over to the product of their research. Placing his hand on the boy's back, and with a slight shove, watched as he fell into the fiery pits of the volcano.
Just a short little one-shot/ficlet I wrote for my english class last year, the journal prompt, "Is Life Really Fair?" I realized I never really got around to posting it, and I do actually like it, so figured I should finally get around and do just that~
This one particular incarnation of Ion could be just some other nameless Ion we never met, Sync, or Florian...I'll leave that open to interpretation~