491 North Barker
Miss Parker and Broots made their way quickly through the backyard of the property. Broots was so jumpy, Parker thought for sure he was going to trip over his own feet and alert the clone to their presence. While she knew they were expected, the least she could do was provide a slight twist on their entrance. Parker pulled her weapon out and gripped it tightly in her hand. The snap of the twig stopped her cold, and sent Broots plowing into the back of her. She turned on him in anger, her voice a loud whisper.
You moron, watch where you're going.
Parker turned and found herself face to face with a large gun barrel, and holding it, a younger version of her.
Oh shit..... Broots, you moron...
Me? What did I do?
The clone's voice had a sharp edge to it, Shut up, both of you.
Parker's eyes narrowed as she stared at the clone, Don't tell me what to do.
The clone pulled the hammer back on the gun and pushed it against Parker's head, You'll do what I tell you, or I'll blow a hole so large in you, you'll look like a donut.
What do you want?
We're going to play a little game, so come along, and bring the moron.
Broots glared, Great, now I can get it in stereo.....
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Living Room
The clone opened a closet door and stared at Broots.
Oh man, not again. What is it with you and dark enclosed spaces?
Get in.
Can't you at least--
The clone shoved him inside the closet and locked the door. She turned to Parker.
Sit down.
Parker stood her ground, staring into eyes exactly like her own. It was disconcerting to say the least. The younger Miss Parker glared at the original.
Sit. Down.
Slowly, Parker complied. The clone reached for a loaded syringe. Parker started to stand, but stopped when the gun was placed at her temple.
Ah, ah, ah...don't. Just sit still.
Parker gritted her teeth as the needled plunged into her arm.
What is it?
You'll find out soon enough.
You bitch....
Parker's voice drifted off as she lost consciousness.
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Basement
Sydney.... Sydney. Please wake up. Come on, Sydney. Please.
Jarod had been trying to rouse Sydney since the clone had left, but without success. Whatever she had given him before she went back upstairs, had knocked him out cold. The pretender pulled at the handcuffs restraining him, but it was useless. He heard the lock on the door slide back, and momentarily, the clone entered, dragging a body with her. Jarod's heart fell when he saw Miss Parker.
Miss Parker! Miss Parker! He glared at the clone, What have you done to her?
Oh relax, monkey-boy, she's not dead. Yet.
She dragged Miss Parker's body into the area near Jarod, and left her in a heap on the floor. Jarod watched, as the clone placed Parker's gun firmly in her limp hand.
What are you doing?
Come on, pretender, you're supposed to be so smart, you tell me.
Jarod watched her as she pulled a syringe from her pocket. She walked over to Sydney, placed a gun in his hand, and then injected him with the needle, expelling half the contents into his arm. She then walked over to Miss Parker and injected her with the other half. Jarod's eyes narrowed in concentration as it dawned on him what she was going to do. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, the clone shoved a gag in it, pulling it tight. Jarod's eyes grew wide, and he screamed into the cloth, but to no avail. He knew what she was about to do, but he could do nothing to stop it. His heart began to pound against his chest in fear and agitation.
She walked back over to Sydney and kicked the cot he was on.
Come on old man, rise and shine, or you'll miss the execution of your monster.
Slowly Sydney began to arouse. The clone moved back to Jarod, shot her gun into the air, and then began yelling at him.
I've had enough of chasing you all over the globe, Jarod. It ends, here and now.
Sydney came to and couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Miss Parker was standing point blank range from Jarod, pointing her gun at him, saying she was going to kill him.
All I have to do is pull the trigger, and that's the end of you.
She shot a bullet across his head. Jarod yelled into the gag at her, and felt sheer frustration at his lack of ability to do anything to stop her. The clone glanced back to be sure that Sydney was getting all of it, despite his groggy head. She turned again to the pretender.
Maybe I'll just take you out piece by piece, how does that sound, Jarod?
The clone pulled the trigger and Jarod screamed into the gag as a bullet ripped into his shoulder.
Sydney's voice boomed through the basement, Parker! Parker, stop! What the hell are you doing?
As he took a shaky step toward her, she swung on him, leveling the gun.
Don't, or I'll kill you as well.
Sydney felt the metal in his hand and looked down to see a .32 caliber revolver there. The clone aimed her gun at Jarod once again.
I hope you're ready to die, Jarod.
Sydney gripped the gun and took aim, she could hear the gun cocking.
Please Parker, put the gun down.
Jarod screamed again into the gag, but Sydney couldn't understand what he was trying to tell him. The clone turned toward Sydney and fired the gun, causing him to duck behind the cot.
That's it Jarod...
The clone bent down, yanking the just stirring Miss Parker onto her feet. She pushed her toward Jarod, then she slinked into the shadows to watch the rest of her play unfold. Completely on the defensive, Parker gripped the gun in her hand. Sydney stood up in time to see Miss Parker pointing the gun toward the pretender.
Jarod.....what the hell....?
Sydney's voice was ragged with heartfelt grief, Please Parker, don't.....oh God, please don't.
Jarod felt as if everything began to move in slow motion. Parker turned toward Sydney and realized he was pointing a gun at her; instinctively she raised her weapon at him, her face filled with betrayal and confusion. Jarod tried to be heard through the gag, but neither of them was aware of it. Sydney's hand was shaking, and Parker stared at him with complete confusion.
Jarod slammed his eyes shut and screamed as a single shot echoed through the basement.
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