Hey Guys! I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. With school and work going on, I just didn't have the time to write another chapter. I know this is short but I hope you enjoy!

Thanks a million to my beta demonbarber14!

Chapter 11

Heavenly as everything was in that room all things must come to an end. "I have to go but I want you to do something for me." I said. Rachael wrapped her arms around me, her face nuzzled to my neck. I rubbed my left hand on her back while my right felt for Damion. He wasn't there.

"What would you want me to do?" asked Rachael, her lips and warm breath a warm reminder.

"While I'm gone I want you to spy on Natti and Jazz. I need to get dirt on them before they find us out." My right still lingered on the empty spot. Damion must have left recently because it still felt warm. I rolled out of bed and stood up only to sit back down for a moment. There was a slight splitting sensation in my head. It hurt even worse with the low ringing in my ears. "Oh God," I murmured, rubbing the sides of my temples. This headache only lasted for a second. Once it passed, I remembered out of the blue Sunday class with Mrs. Fever.

Sunday school always started in the same room at the end of the hall. The only time I ever felt excited to go in was when I entered and noticed the black chalkboard. That old chalkboard that had been there since the Old America and always had a word of the day for us kids. None of them were church appropriate. Shit. Ass. Fuck. And a personal favorite, TITTIES. Everyday we'd all laugh while Mrs. Fever wiped the obscenity with a red face until she told us to be quiet. After that moment of fun we would pull out the world's most uncomfortable chairs from the corner then wiggle around for an hour or risk getting Numb-Butt Syndrome for a day.

That Sunday in particular the word was Apostate. None of us knew what that word meant but we knew it was a bad word because our parents said so and none of us laughed. That day Mrs. Fever didn't bother to erase the board while we pulled out chairs and sit in our usual spots. My usual spot was always next to Demi and always in the corner. That day he didn't sit down.

"Mrs. Fever," said Demi. "Do clones go to heaven?"

"I beg your pardon?" said Mrs. Fever. Her face looked like a vulture. The black dress and white lace collar complemented her ugliness.

"You heard him, lady," I said. I pointed to Demi. "He wants to know if clones go to heaven." Never once during my childhood did I call her Mrs. Fever. Lady was the closest thing to calling her bitch without getting in trouble and she knew it and I took every opportunity to get under her skin. Just to add insult to injury, I added, "Obviously, the answer is yes."

"No," said Mrs. Fever. She said it so firmly that I was taken aback by the answer.

"But….I thought anyone born can go to heaven, even to the lowest kingdom," I said. In Mormonism, there are three heavens. The third one is kind of like an upscale Hell and a downgrade Heaven. Mrs. Fever walked slowly towards Demi and I with black soulless eyes.

"True, but that is only for people that are actually born, Miss Lovejoy. Clones on the other hand are man-made. While we humans are born in the womb, clones are bred into tanks which is not part of God's plan."

"But what about clones born implanted in the womb and born later on?" asked Demi. Mrs. Fever said nothing. She walked up to him close enough to touch. Fever puts two fingers under his eyes.

I jumped up, "What are you doing?" Fever's pointy nose touches Demi's. After a moment of uncomfortable closeness she backs away and sighs.

"Demitri," said Mrs. Fever. Her dark eyes gave him faux pity. "Or whoever you were back in whatever time. It doesn't matter if you do good deeds or not, all you are is an imitation."

"Imitation of what?" I asked.

Mrs. Fever looked at me. She gave me the same fake pity then looked back at Demi. "I can only see two options once you pass away, Demitri. You will either cease to exist or be cast into Outer Darkness with Satan and his followers." I saw a tear drop from Demi's eye. I went to wipe it away but Fever grabbed my hand and put it down, all while not taking her eyes off Demi. "I will leave you with a little comfort." She stroked her hand against his face that made my skin crawl all over. The way she stroked his face looked sensual and her smile almost the same way. It was as if Fever was soliciting a Lo for sex. "Whoever your original was, I can tell he must have been an Angel."

Demi didn't say a word. He walked out of the class with his face covered. I wanted to follow but Fever grabbed my arm again. Her face looked ugly to the point of demonic. "I suggest you find someone else to play with, Miss Lovejoy." I never said anything offensive to Fever but that day I was too pissed off to care. It was also my last day in Sunday school.

I inhaled a breath and spewed almost the worst obscenities ever written on the chalkboard. "Go fuck yourself, you shit-eating bag of cunt-dicks!" I said it so loud that I could have sworn I've heard an echo. Everyone, including Fever stared at me with wide eyes and mouths and I left them that way once I ran out of there laughing. The last thing I remember was a dark hallway before Rachael brought me back to reality.

"Zoya," said Rachael, her hand on my shoulder. "What are you laughing about." I couldn't help but tell her what I remembered, excluding Demi. I felt the memory of Demi was something too personal for me to share with Rachael. I do plan to tell her eventually but, as of now it's something I need to conquer on my own. Once I finished both of us burst out laughing. "Oh God….Zoya….I swear you have balls!"

"Yeah, Huge!" I said. I looked at the clock, almost close to noon. I jumped out of bed. "I need to get dressed. Now!" It took us two minutes to find something nice to wear. A purple dress with a white collar and cuffs and buttons. The latest fashion that looked more like a coat then a dress but it would do. Plus it looked very retro. After putting on the latest touches on my face I kissed Rachael good-bye and left. By then the headaches got worse.