Hi! This is my second to last chapter. I'm not the best with endings, so if you violently hate it, I'll rewrite it J Sorry it took me so long to update this, I was thinking about how exactly to word this chapter.
Amy noticed that all eyes were on her, and she was horrified. "No! I would never kill Thirteen! She was one of my best friends among the Amys!"
"Yeah," Five argued, crossing her arms at her chest. "If anyone had incentive to kill, it would be her," she gritted, pointing an accusing finger at Annie.
It was quite unfortunate that the Amys were such good actresses, especially now. Actual tears sprang from the ballerina's eyes as she began her lie. "Why would I do such a horrible thing to my own…sister? You guys, Aly and I were friends back on the island. I knew she was inferior to us, but I never wanted her…dead!"
Amy rolled her eyes, but Cindy seemed to have a plan. "That's enough!" she said furiously, with her face showing no sign of belonging to the nice lady that some of the Amys had once thought her to be. "You will be locked in the communal cabin together until sundown. At that time, we shall return with a plan. Move!"
With that, men in military camouflage lead each Amy, Andy, and clone child into the cabin, where several bunk beds were set up with blankets, and where there was a refrigerator, and a small table. It was pointless to protest, so despite her normally assertive nature, poor Amy had to let them shove her into the cabin with the rest of the rebellious clones.
"I never liked Seven," Amy heard a clone, Aimee, say on the other side of the room. "She got me fired from the biggest job I've ever had."
Twelve nodded in agreement. "Remember how she swam back on the island? She purposefully forfeited our competition. No wonder she was voted off. Even defective Aly managed to swim correctly."
"That was because Aly and Seven switched places so that Seven could be voted off, and find out what had happened to Andy Five who had been discarded from his team the night before!" Amy Eight argued in Amy's favor.
Andy's expression softened. "You did that for me?"
Annie rolled her eyes. "Mommy?" Marie asked her with the large, sad eyes of a child. "Are you a bad person?"
Annie picked up her daughter. "No, of course I'm not, sweetie. I wouldn't kill people; Seven did it! Your aunt."
One clone was clearly not happy. "Why would Seven kill Aly?" Andy demanded. "Are you all really going to believe the Neo-Nazi over Amy, Number Seven?"
No one spoke for a few moments, and Eight walked up to Amy so that she could speak into her ear. "Cindy's out there talking, probably about us. You say you can lip-read, right?" Amy nodded, and Eight's face lit up. "You can go find out what they're saying, then."
Amy nodded, and obeyed her sister. It was worth a try, but it would not be good if they saw her. Looking out the window, she tried to watch the speaker's lips. It was Dr. Marcowitz, from the hospital. "Do you really think that any clone who fires against her own kind deserves to be a member of the elite? She could be a problem later on."
Cindy seemed to be very upset with Dr. Marcowitz. "Do you have any idea what you are saying? We can't eliminate the guilty clone! Even if we do, someone else will revolt; it's only a matter of time. I say we delete their emotions, like we did back on the island."
"That was a complete failure!" Dr. Marcowitz objected. "Remember? Amy Seven and Andy Five managed to fight it! Plus, we can't risk them starting to feel again in the middle of a battle!"
"Objection!" a man
said, coming to stand by them. "Weren't
we supposed to wait until we bred the master race to start the clone war?"
Dr. Marcowitz sighed. "We can't wait any longer! Amy Ten's son, Kevin, was not born perfect
as we planned. He wasn't as defective
as Amy Thirteen, but definitely not fighting material.
Amy gasped. Well, that was interesting.
"What about Marie and Monique?" Cindy asked apprehensively.
"I can't tell," Dr. Marcowitz said. "They haven't matured yet."
"But where could we have gone wrong? How could their offsprings not be perfect?" the man demanded.
"I don't know!" Dr. Marcowitz sighed. "Kevin is very, very intelligent, but he does not share the superior physical condition of the other clones."
"I guess Project Crescent is over then," Cindy said defeatedly.
"No!" Dr. Marcowitz shouted. "It is not! The Amys and Andys have been cloned. About twenty other groups are being brought together. But this time, rather than deleting their emotions, we are going to spray a special chemical into the cabin. All it will do is give the clones the desire for power, and of course, loyalty. If they breathe it in, it will find their genome, and alter it. Cindy and the man put on masks, and Dr. Marcowitz opened the window and sprayed it.
Amy covered her own mouth and nose with one hand, and tried to get to Eight's. However, it was too late. Within moments, all of the clones were staring at the door blankly. "Eight?" Amy asked. "Andy? Andy Five? Amy Five? One? Is everyone okay?"
"We're all fine," Eight tried to assure her.
"Do you guys still have emotions?" Amy asked pleadingly. "Andy?"
"I don't understand the question," Andy told her blankly.
Amy realized that she was in extreme danger of being caught. So, she put an impassive face on, and tried not to cry as she and the Amys were led out of the cabin, and out into the field were four hundred and eighty other clones were waiting.
An Amy had a question. "Are they going to help us, or are they hostile?"
Amy wanted to scream. What had the Organization done?
"You will all come with me," Cindy said. "We are going to war. We must take over every country in the U.N., to weaken the world economy. We will hike North until we reach a clearing, where we will make camp. Tomorrow, we will hike to the East, until we reach the Governor of California. We will overtake this country one state at a time."
The Amys and Andys were lined up, and were told to march. After three days of marching, Amy realized that she had to do something. None of the other clones had the ability to any more, so it was up to her. That night, when the clones were sleeping in tents, Amy knew that she had to make her escape. She couldn't take anyone with her; they would just stay impassive, and maybe even try to kill her. She cried silent tears for her sisters, and brothers, but she knew what she had to do. At her top speed, Amy ran in the correct direction for as long as she could. By the next morning, she reached the Governor's office, and she bursted in, with her eyes stinging with tears.
"I have to speak to the Governor, right away!" she declared to the secretary.
"Do you have an appointment?" the secretary demanded.
"No," Amy whined. "But this is important. An army is about to attack! I know because I saw them," she said, continuing to cry.
"An army?" the secretary asked. "From what country?"
"A clone army," Amy replied palely. "From Project Crescent. I'm Amy Candler, Number Seven."
The woman looked at her in wonder. "So the stories were true? You really are a clone! But I thought that those claims were withdrawn," she said, (see Fast Forward.)
Amy nodded. "There are others, about five hundred. They have been ordered to take over the world. Please help me. But don't let them kill the clones."
The secretary let Amy sit down, and handed her a glass of water. "I'll see what I can do."
In a few moments, the woman returned. "Amy. I'm afraid that if anyone is to take action against the other clones, your life will be in danger too. I recommend you join the witness protection program, and get as far away from California as possible! We'll take care of the other clones, and I will get you in touch with the witness protection program."
"I can't let the other clones die!" Amy said miserably. "I just can't!"
"Mr. Devon, take this girl down to the FBI Agency, and get her situated," the woman said.
Amy gasped. What was Mr. Devon doing here? In any case, Mr. Devon came, and took her into the car. Sobbing and terrified, Amy couldn't put up much fight, but she had to wonder. Was this the real Mr. Devon, or one of his clones? "Do I know you?" she asked. He said nothing. She was put into the car, and was driven to the agency, not to be recognized by anyone for eleven years.
……………………………Back to the Present……………………………………………
"They changed my name, and moved me here, to New York City. You know how they often give you the name of someone deceased? Well, now my birth certificate says that I'm someone named Jana Reed," Amy told Tasha.
Tasha was now crying. "Amy. I'm so sorry. I…I didn't know. So, do you know what happened? To the others, I mean?"
"The army was defeated," Amy explained thoughtfully. "Secretly of course. I doubt the government wanted the US citizens to know that they were under attack by a clone army. I actually have no idea if any of the clones are alive."
"Amy, if there's anything I can do, you know, to help you find them, you know I will," Tasha told her. "You're my best friend, you know."
Amy nodded. "Thanks, Tasha."
"Amy, I'm very sorry that happened," Chris said. "And I know I can't entirely fix it, but I have an idea on how you could find your lost clones."
Amy's face lit up. "How, Chris?"
"Remember when you searched for clones online? You described yourself, and looked for them?" Chris asked her.
Amy nodded. "It didn't work though."
"Well, just try it," Chris urged her.
Two weeks later, Amy checked one of her message boards again. She had posted:
10:00- posted by amy07: Is your name Amy or Andy? Are you a Project Crescent Clone? Please post!
10:05- posted by lostperfection: Amy Seven? Is it really you?
10:06- posted by amy07: Yes. Who are you? Are you an Amy, or an Andy?
10:07- posted by lostperfection: Hello, Amy Seven. I'm…
Who is lostperfection? How many are out there now? Find out soon. To be continued…