"You! You freakin' son of a-" Morgan was smacked before he could finish.
Kale was thrown to her knees behind him, keeping her eyes glued to the tiled floor, for she did not wish to see the scientist she feared. Morgan, more agitated than anything, remained giving the elder a death glare with a snarl in his lips. Fighting past the new burning sensation left on his cheek, he hissed, "Why am I here?"
Doctor Monro merely stuffed his gloved hands in his white pockets, leering at the boy as if victorious. "Nice to see you again, too, Morgan… And my… You sure have grown, haven't you?"
"Why am I here?"
"Well, didn't you miss me? It's been quite a few years. Four, I believe?"
"I didn't come here willingly to have tea and chat, you bloody moron. Now, answer me. Why am I here?"
Monro waved Luke and Jesse out of the lab, and then pulled up a metal fold-chair for the teen. "Please, sit down."
Morgan glared at him, seeming to ponder over the order for some time. Giving in, but not giving up his angry mug, he took the seat; Kale stayed on her knees, keeping quiet and her head down the entire time.
"Good… Now, you want to know why you're here? I assume you've heard of your friend, Weasel?"
"What did you do to Jonathan? Did you kill him?"
"No, dear boy. He's not dead… But he will be…"
Launching out of his chair, Monro had to shove Morgan back on to his rear and give him a dirty look. "Let's not fight tonight, Morgan. I do not want to hurt you."
When silence overwhelmed the scientist, he continued, "You see, every time someone does something wrong under this roof, I do not allow it. Ryan and Laila Masters, for instance… Both used to work here. Obedient people, yes, but were against some of the experiments. They helped free some kids-just like Weasel and Cheryl had done for you two-then quit soon after. I ended up making a clone, if that's what you can call it, of you. He looks almost exactly like you, except when you take a few samples, he's a completely different person. His DNA's different, hair and fur strands, fingerprints… Even though he looks like a twin, he's not."
"Why a copy of me, then? Why not a copy of you, or just send out your little goons to do the dirty work?" Morgan huffed, ears horizontal to the floor.
"Several years ago, I used one of my 'goons' to do my 'dirty work'. That led to their arrest, and my career was nearly exposed until his bus to the prison got in a freak 'accident'. But," Monro's eyes flickered towards the young adult with a hint of a smirk rolling on his face, "at least they were able to bring an end to that Charles Daven…"
The volcano within errupted at the mention of his father's name. Monro held him down by his shoulders while he struggled to get to his feet and battle the man in the white suit. Kale even dared to gaze up to see what her boyfriend would do, knowing his temper when the subject was his deceased father.
Morgan's eyes were glazed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his muscles tensed. "I can't believe you! My father had nothing to do with you! I have nothing to do with you! After you came into my life, you've ruined EVERYTHING!"
"But you're wrong, Morgan… Charles used to work for me."
"LIAR!"
"Shall I continue the story, or do you want to sit there huffing and puffing like the big, bad wolf?"
He allowed himself to calm, though his brows furrowed deeper in dander.
"I'm guessing April nor your sister, Ray, told you anything, did they?" He waited for a reply. None came. He went on, "Many years ago, Charles Daven was my assistant. Clever man, he was, indeed. I respected him, almost as much as my love…" he grinned wide and whispered, "…April."
Teeth clenched, the boy squirmed. "Mom was never with you!"
"Oh, but she was. She most definitely was. We were married, Morgan. Seven years. Not too long after the wedding, we had our first child… Ray Lee Monro."
"No! It's not true! Charlie was her father! He was my father!"
"Ah, ah, ah… Let me continue…" His eyes went from Morgan to Kale then back to Morgan. "April was about three months in with our second when she met Mister Daven. The two began to act… funny, until I caught on to the affair. I instantly fired Charles from the facility before kicking my wife out of the house… after having an unforgetable argument… The pain I held inside was excruciating, and I grew mad. The two closest people to me were my enemies! Not to mention, your mother would not let me see my only son… You…"
