A/N:- These are three stories written with Abel's perspective in mind.
Cain
Opposite sides of the glass, opposite sides of the coin. Heads and tails, light and dark, Cain and Abel. Nobody could have foreseen this outcome when making a clone of the clone, nobody could have guessed they would end up inseparable.
He was in solitary confinement again, cheek aching where one of the guards had got a lucky shot in, scowling down at his feet. Was this really it? Was his life destined to be as a plaything for the Terrans?
What was the point?
A soft voice saying his name made him look up, eyes locking on their exact mirror with a little shock as though he hadn't been expecting it. Those kinder eyes and that gentle smile, raising his hand to press fingertips to the reinforced glass.
"I know I'm ugly, but you don't need to go to the lengths of a black eye to avoid looking like me."
His smile turns into a grin, goofy and bright as he laughed at his own terrible joke. Abel snorts disparagingly, but cannot help the loosening of the tight despair in his chest. Standing up slowly, handcuffs clinking as he raised his hand to mirror Cain's, he smiles back.
It might not be enough forever. But for now, that smile was reason enough to keep going.
Lilith
He had been prepared to hate her, just like everyone else. So what if she was another clone? He had heard the reports, she worked obediently for them and proclaimed love for the monstrous race that enslaved them all.
Abel might only be young, but he already knew that was bullshit.
Years of tests and exams had beaten any hope out of him. He was twelve years old and he knew he was spare parts, he knew he had been built to be a tool and that he was a freak of nature. How could he think of his human creators as anything other than monsters?
Glowering at everyone assembled to welcome the newest clone to the Mars Colony, uniform somehow already rumpled, he looked up prepared to sneer at this prototype they'd sent to show him around. Yet his mouth only fell open stupidly as he found himself staring into golden eyes that seemed too warm to be real, as though she already actually cared about him.
"You'll catch flies if you stand with your mouth open, silly boy."
She laughed, reaching out with dark fingers to gently push his chin to close his mouth. God only knew why, but as she smiled he found himself smiling back.
Seth
This was the fifth photographer that had been called to take a picture of the four Red Mars Clones, the other four were languishing in the medical bay with various pieces of broken camera embedded in them, courtesy of Commander Abel Nightroad.
He didn't see the point, it was pointless propaganda for the UNASF to send back to Earth. Look at our marvellous clones stood in one of the houses of tomorrow, don't they paint a pretty picture? Shouldn't we all be proud of ourselves for our genius? Isn't the human race at the pinnacle of its achievements?
It made him sick.
Which is probably why he was already staring at the fifth photographer as though considering just what new and interesting way he could disable this one.
"Do it and I'll kick you so hard, you won't be able to sit down for a week."
Abel glanced sideways in shock to where the words had come from, his usually scared and shy little sister. Her face was set in a smile for the camera, but her eyes were hard as they slid to him. Abel was brought up short, not knowing quite what to do or say, turning a scowling face back to the photographer as Cain lifted a hand to push his glasses up and hide the amusement on his face.
It was all the distraction the poor man had needed to get fully set up, and with a flash the picture was taken. A real family portrait.