Indi's Thoughts [June 18th, 2014]

A.N: o-o...how did I get here? Oh well. I don't know what I'm doing...yet again! I'm starting to go back to the idea that I'm only good at ones shots, since I'm still stuck on chapter 13 of my other fanfic. And I don't like the name "Raini" much anymore :/ Again, oh well.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his deep blue eyes gone cold with bitterness. He didn't know why he had to be a clone. He never really asked to be one, but he was. He was actually less than just a clone. He was a clone of clones; created by magic from four cloned boys that already looked exactly like him.

The four heroes were the original duplicates, and he and his brothers were the outsiders. He wasn't a hero, nor could he call himself a villain. He didn't know what he was, or why he had to exist. Why did that man have to create him?

His fist flew toward the glass, shattering it into hundreds of tiny glittery pieces. He was mad, and this was one of the few times he had ever allowed his emotions get to him. It made him sick to his stomach. He was so frustrated, having all of these questions with no answers.

Their creator had told them that their sole purpose in life was to find and destroy the original four Links. But deep down, he knew that wasn't right. He thought it was strange that Maraud wanted the four who looked exactly like him to be dead. Then again...why did he look like them?

He looked down at his indigo colored tunic. It was a mystery that he looked exactly like the people he was supposed to kill. What will happen when the time comes? What will he do? He didn't think he could dispose of someone that looked exactly like him, especially Yellow and Orange.

"Why is this so confusing?" he growled at himself. There were just too many questions that existed without answers. He sunk to the floor, his hands on top of his head.

"This isn't a good idea..." he sighed. "What happens if the main four cease to exist? Would...would we cease to exist also?" Asking himself these questions was getting him nowhere. Neither was just sitting here and feeling angry at himself.

He rose from the ground and headed for the door. He flung it open and zoomed down the hallway and up the staircase at the end. As he reached the ominous door, he took a deep breath and let himself in. It didn't take more than a second for Maraud to notice he was there.

"What do you want?" he asked sharply, causing him to flinch. "I'm busy, so you better make it quick." He saw Maraud sitting at his desk, an open book sitting in front of him and several more piled high next to it.

"There are a lot of questions I have..." he started slowly.

"About what?" Maraud grumbled, still not making eye contact.

"About my existence, I guess," he replied nervously. Maraud glanced up from the book he was reading. He suddenly looked interested.

"Go on," he urged.

"What would happen if we did kill the original four Links? If we were created from their origination, wouldn't we die too?" he asked. Maraud stood from his chair, leaning close to the boy's face.

"You have dangerous ideas floating around in that brain of yours, Indi," Maraud snarled.

"But what if-"

"If you were smart, you would know better than to question me," he interrupted.

"What's so bad about the four original Links anyway?" Indi questioned. "They're the reason for our existence."

"Precisely. I created you three for a reason, didn't I?" He sat back down and pretended that Indi had disappeared from the room. The boy glared at his father and he turned to leave. He slowly reached for the doorknob.

"An unimportant reason..." he muttered. Maraud stood from his seat at the desk abruptly.

"It's the very reason why you exist, and it's a very crucial thing indeed, you ungrateful child," he growled. "Are you wishing that you didn't exist at all?"

"Maybe I am," Indi mumbled.

"I can make you wish you hadn't said that." Maraud snapped his fingers and his magic aura surrounded Indi and dragged him back.

Indi could feel his limbs go stiff as he was forced up against the wall. He couldn't move. Maraud came close, fury and anger burning in his eyes. Indi wasn't normally afraid of Maraud since he was his creator, but right now, he was terrified. He saw Maraud draw his hand back and Indi closed his eyes, preparing for a strike. Not a second later, he felt an intense pain burning in his left arm. When he opened his eyes again, he could only stare wide eyed at what he saw at the source of pain. A big red gash was burned into his skin.

He looked toward Maraud and only saw the smirk on his face, satisfied with the fearful expression he wore. He felt his body loosen up, and he immediately left the wall, the room, and Maraud behind in a flash. He rushed into his room and slammed the door. He felt he was safe until he heard a voice behind him as he kept his head pressed against the door.

"What are you doing?" Yellow asked. Indi turned his head away from the door and tried to hide his injured arm behind his back.

"Nothing," he sighed, walking into the room.

"Ok, next question: are you ok? You don't look so good," Yellow said with a frown.

"I'm fine," Indi lied. "I was just having a quick conversation with Maraud."

"What kind of conversation?" Orange asked, popping up out of nowhere.

"Uh, I just asked him a few questions I had on my mind," Indi answered. "No big deal."

"Well, what's that you're hiding behind your back then?" Yellow asked, craning his neck to see what was behind him.

"N-nothing," Indi stuttered, trying to keep his wound hidden.

"Where did that come from?" Orange asked from behind him, pointing at his arm. Indi flinched and turned around.

"Nowhere! It's nothing!"

"Doesn't look like nothing to me," Yellow protested, now able to see the wound. Indi sighed and finally stopped trying to hide it.

"It's not that bad..." he muttered. "It hurts, but it's not that bad."

"'Not that bad'?!" Yellow asked. "How'd you get a mark like that?" Indi stared at the floor and tried to ignore the question. It didn't seem to do much help. Apparently Yellow was brighter than he seemed. "Was it Maraud?" Indi could only nod subtly for a response.

"Why would Dad do something like that?" Orange asked.

"I-I don't know," Indi muttered. He was starting to think Maraud knew more than he was letting on. One thing's for sure, he didn't want any of